[The warmth of Wayland's hands is something Sephiroth can feel even through his gloves, and that thumb finding his bare skin makes his breath catch. He wears those gloves most of the time, as part of his uniform; between that and his body's ridiculous ability to heal itself, he's never formed the callouses one might expect a soldier and swordsman to have. The skin beneath the leather is, as a result, unused to touches like this, and sensitive.
Something of an interesting contrast to Wayland's scarred palms, really. And perhaps a bit obscene, considering the things Sephiroth's hands have done compared to Wayland's - which of them is marked should probably be reversed.]
You may, but...you don't mind my touching your hair directly...? [He's not questioning this nearly as much as he could. This is something he'd wanted, after all. Still, he feels the need to at least double check once. This whole encounter has been - he's not certain he can define it properly, but it's certainly something he's treasuring even as it happens. Meaningful enough, at least, that he's all the more motivated to be conscientious of Wayland and his earlier reservations.]
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Something of an interesting contrast to Wayland's scarred palms, really. And perhaps a bit obscene, considering the things Sephiroth's hands have done compared to Wayland's - which of them is marked should probably be reversed.]
You may, but...you don't mind my touching your hair directly...? [He's not questioning this nearly as much as he could. This is something he'd wanted, after all. Still, he feels the need to at least double check once. This whole encounter has been - he's not certain he can define it properly, but it's certainly something he's treasuring even as it happens. Meaningful enough, at least, that he's all the more motivated to be conscientious of Wayland and his earlier reservations.]