[They fabricated memories. These bastards really just... took them away from their loved ones, and then made it all up. Blade feels something so cold it's red-hot cut slip through his bloodstream, but then he remembers Dan Heng's hands around his own and it reminds him that he's not alone.
... He mourns the loss of that contact inwardly, even as he tries to understand what's being offered to him. A... hug? No, it's—
Oh. Oh.
Blade's cheeks pinken, too, and his ears lower. He can't deny he wants the contact. He doesn't want to be alone, most of all. And even if he were to deny it, his tail is going full speed on the seat cushion behind him.]
If you're sure.
[He moves slowly, carefully, until he can lean in and put his arms around Dan Heng's middle. He rests his head against his shoulder. As promised, he can hear that heartbeat—steady and strong, unyielding, the passionate heart of a dragon. It's warm here, and most of all... it's familiar.
He closes his eyes. He catches glimpses of red maples in the darkness, and ignores them.]
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You... didn't even know what was happening...
[They fabricated memories. These bastards really just... took them away from their loved ones, and then made it all up. Blade feels something so cold it's red-hot cut slip through his bloodstream, but then he remembers Dan Heng's hands around his own and it reminds him that he's not alone.
... He mourns the loss of that contact inwardly, even as he tries to understand what's being offered to him. A... hug? No, it's—
Oh. Oh.
Blade's cheeks pinken, too, and his ears lower. He can't deny he wants the contact. He doesn't want to be alone, most of all. And even if he were to deny it, his tail is going full speed on the seat cushion behind him.]
If you're sure.
[He moves slowly, carefully, until he can lean in and put his arms around Dan Heng's middle. He rests his head against his shoulder. As promised, he can hear that heartbeat—steady and strong, unyielding, the passionate heart of a dragon. It's warm here, and most of all... it's familiar.
He closes his eyes. He catches glimpses of red maples in the darkness, and ignores them.]
... missed you, [comes the quiet confession.]