[ die? gaia, what the fuck. the universe is full of strange and unforgiving places, places that make wayland grit his teeth as he turns away a moment to consider it. how awful. kaeya doesn't seem to speak of it poorly. wayland simply nods, another soft squeeze, and maybe he is actually giving him just a bit of a massage, he feels like he needs it.
as kaeya leans back again him, he blinks...
and allows it, sliding his arm slowly over his shoulder to simply drape. the tree's shade (and its pollen) are pleasant, and he closes his eyes, breathes in deep. ]
... Like... cold... [ he wrinkles his nose. ] Like it's 'boutta snow. [ he nudges softly at his hair with his nose, breathes in ] Someone else, too. But you... it's like ice. Cold.
[ his fingers curl softly against his skin, where kaeya's probably wearing his shirt just a little open. it can't be helped... ]
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as kaeya leans back again him, he blinks...
and allows it, sliding his arm slowly over his shoulder to simply drape. the tree's shade (and its pollen) are pleasant, and he closes his eyes, breathes in deep. ]
... Like... cold... [ he wrinkles his nose. ] Like it's 'boutta snow. [ he nudges softly at his hair with his nose, breathes in ] Someone else, too. But you... it's like ice. Cold.
[ his fingers curl softly against his skin, where kaeya's probably wearing his shirt just a little open. it can't be helped... ]