AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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the comfort of the other's presence was a well-needed thing. he could collapse against him, the physical touch of another after so long enough to bring on more tears. eyes closing as he was allowed the touch, moving to close the distance and nestle his head against his shoulder. faint came the sobs, muffled by warm fur as wings wrapped around him and arlo's head found his shoulder. he wasn't crying from fear of him, no, if anything he was crying because it felt so good to be held. it didn't matter to him if the touch was meant as a clanmate, or anything more, he just needed it. he'd love to tell him of everything ripping him up inside, hells, he knew he would, but there was one small thing in the way of that. his voice.
giving a soft sound, one he didn't know if it would make it past his tattered voicebox, he attempted to nuzzle his head and face further against him, taking in the comfort provided. sniffing as he was asked questions, he would shake his head faintly, he couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten or had a proper amount of sleep. perhaps it was the alcohol speaking for him, but he only wanted to remain here. inside... inside sounded good, if it was anywhere as close to as warm as arlo was. his own eyes falling closed, he could only calm the screaming inside of his chest, his breathing ragged and upset from his screaming, chest heaving as he allowed and welcomed the comfort. he didn't want to leave this place, not where he was so warm and close to another, even with the cold outside and around them. the warmth that arlo bore ... brought more comfort than it should, and he could feel the slow fear creeping over him. his heart was fluttering, calming from it's squeezing and racing, a feeling he hadn't felt in years, a feeling he felt afraid of. was he allowed to feel light? was he allowed to linger over this feeling again?
giving a soft sound, one he didn't know if it would make it past his tattered voicebox, he attempted to nuzzle his head and face further against him, taking in the comfort provided. sniffing as he was asked questions, he would shake his head faintly, he couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten or had a proper amount of sleep. perhaps it was the alcohol speaking for him, but he only wanted to remain here. inside... inside sounded good, if it was anywhere as close to as warm as arlo was. his own eyes falling closed, he could only calm the screaming inside of his chest, his breathing ragged and upset from his screaming, chest heaving as he allowed and welcomed the comfort. he didn't want to leave this place, not where he was so warm and close to another, even with the cold outside and around them. the warmth that arlo bore ... brought more comfort than it should, and he could feel the slow fear creeping over him. his heart was fluttering, calming from it's squeezing and racing, a feeling he hadn't felt in years, a feeling he felt afraid of. was he allowed to feel light? was he allowed to linger over this feeling again?
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