The Fool holds onto him like he's something precious, and while Fitz cannot
believe it, for a time he can believe that the Fool thinks it so. His head
is tucked beneath the Fool's chin. The Fool's scentlessness is in itself
reassuring.
...oh. Oh, the tenderness in the fingers through his hair.
"...what am I to you?"
There's a jolt somewhere inside him at the Fool's words, as though the Fool
himself is more aware of the shifting sands inside Fitz than he is himself.
This would not be the first time that the word 'close' is laughably
inadequate to describe what they are to each other, how well they know each
other. What- what has the Fool sensed?
"Very dear to me," Fitz murmurs against the delicate skin covering the
Fool's collarbones, aware that the answer is somehow gapingly insufficient.
Has the Fool sensed Fitz's guilt over near murdering him? Or... is there
something else?
On 20 January 2018 at 13:21, afoolsgold - DW Comment <dw_null@dreamwidth.org</p>
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The Fool holds onto him like he's something precious, and while Fitz cannot believe it, for a time he can believe that the Fool thinks it so. His head is tucked beneath the Fool's chin. The Fool's scentlessness is in itself reassuring.
...oh. Oh, the tenderness in the fingers through his hair.
"...what am I to you?"
There's a jolt somewhere inside him at the Fool's words, as though the Fool himself is more aware of the shifting sands inside Fitz than he is himself. This would not be the first time that the word 'close' is laughably inadequate to describe what they are to each other, how well they know each other. What- what has the Fool sensed?
"Very dear to me," Fitz murmurs against the delicate skin covering the Fool's collarbones, aware that the answer is somehow gapingly insufficient. Has the Fool sensed Fitz's guilt over near murdering him? Or... is there something else?
On 20 January 2018 at 13:21, afoolsgold - DW Comment <dw_null@dreamwidth.org</p>