obedientdog: from the scratch (Down to the ash start)
Skov ([personal profile] obedientdog) wrote2021-05-01 09:28 pm
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[personal profile] dreamforger 2022-06-18 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kavinsky wrapped his arms around Skov, warm and inviting, letting him press his face into the dreamer's shoulder. He couldn't help but smile, because this was what he'd hoped for. That they felt this as much as he did. Honestly, he couldn't help feeling a little bit choked up himself- not that he was gonna cry, but.. well, he understood the urge, the feeling.

It was in his voice, though, when he spoke.]


I'm just glad that you like it.

[Afterall, this was- it was something. It was going out on a limb, it was saying how much this meant. How much they meant. It was like the warehouse. Except with that he'd been able to hide his hand, to take a half-step back and say that it was okay if they didn't want to date him, that he still wanted them here. This was... different. It felt more, like something permanent.

He knew that there was a chance that it could be too much too fast. But really, that was sort of Kavinsky in a nutshell, wasn't it? He flushed a little at the words that Swan said, and he nodded softly. He reached into his shirt, under the tie that he'd been fidgeting with, and after undoing the knot, revealed that he was wearing the same necklace.]


It's not easy for me. But- I want to be.

[Which is probably the closest he's gotten to ever talking about how hard it can be for him to get through the days sometimes. I love you is on the tip of his tongue, but he just presses his face into Skov, and lets one of his arms let go of the boy so that he can reach out to Swan. He presses a soft, surprisingly chaste kiss to Skov's temple. He wants to give them good things-- and that means himself, too.

There'd been a point not too many years ago where the idea of dying in a fire hadn't seemed that bad; he'd lived mostly out of spite. Mostly as a fuck you to his father. And there had been days when that hadn't felt like enough, so he'd made up the difference with copious amounts of cocaine. And now- he didn't know, it wasn't like he was thinking about throwing away his stash. But... this felt better. It felt like it was something he could live for. Or where he wanted to try, at least.]