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[postingmemes]

love letters + shipping texts meme

comment with your character. other people will reply to you. your characters (in a relationship, in love, in some sort of attraction that gravitates around the other, in idk 'love' is a many-splendored thing) are commanicating via: passionate confessions written on parchment, furtive notes scrawled in code, passive-aggressive post-it notes, messages carved in trees, smoke signals, instant messages on space age computers, text messages complete with lovey-dovey pictures, whatever! have fun!

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[suitcases]

[ even if Aether wants to be a beautiful memory, he also deserves beautiful memories, too. there is a point about beauty to be made, at least to Kaveh, where such sincerity comes from connection. as an architect he can measure all day, create remarkable monuments and pieces that say something, but it would be moot, he thinks, without moments like this.

the touch his absent, but enough to share that warmth. long fingers with uneven callouses that had wiped away charcoal and chalk from the surface of blueprint after blueprint run just beneath Aether's scarf. it's a soft tickle of a touch, one that strokes in a soothing motion. ]

Am I? Now that's something I usually get scolded for.

[ and something that usually does not serve him.

Kaveh rests his elbow on the arm of the couch, his knuckles to his temple. he sounds quietly amused, if not still concerned. ]

In the end, we need to take care of each other. That may sound a bit sappy, but it's true. I think about it when I slash my fees – I bet you do, when you take a commission no one else will because someone needs your help ...

[ his voice gets gentle. ]

We all need help once in a while. You're allowed to be fallible, Aether, and you're not anything less because of it.

[ fingers tangle in Aether's hair, rubbing his head. ]

[ironwind]

[ Aether laughs quietly as Kaveh goes on. Talks about fees and commissions and other things that worry him, trying to put together the beginning of a story that will soothe Aether into compliance and relaxation, and it's sweet because Aether thinks that he's already quite compliant and relaxed. ]

...Thank you, Kaveh. I'll try. For you, I'll try.

[ Kaveh's hand feels so gently soothing, rubbing the crown and side of his head where his headache was pulsing against his skull earlier. Aether smiles and melts into it, drowsy and content. ]

...I feel so good right now.

[ The traveler's voice is always sweet, but it's even softer, even sweeter than usual, delicately high-pitched as he melts into Kaveh's touch. Though he's close to falling asleep, Aether's lashes flutter open, and his eyes gleam with knowing as he murmurs softly: ]

...Sorry. This isn't what you thought you'd get when you reached out to me today, right?

[ Yeah, that's right! He knows today was going to be a booty call day! He reaches up, his fingertips tickling the inside of Kaveh's wrist with a sly deftness that would be seductive if his touch weren't a little too weak. Still, Aether may be tired... but he's good enough to flirt. ]

I'll give you what you want tomorrow when I'm feeling better. I promise.

[suitcases]

[ there's something privately satisfying, and heart lifting, about the traveler that's been there through quite a few of his breakdowns, finding comfort on his lap. Kaveh knows that he's not easy to deal with, he knows that Aether is patient with him, and sometimes he wonders if he can give the full extent of that gratitude to the traveler. soft moments like this makes him think that he can.

(yet a part of him still has some sinking concern, an unanswered question of exactly what happened to the blond traveler, to cause this. what crosses his mind is scary, makes him feel a chill in his bones, but he shakes it off, at least for now.) ]

What, a booty call?

[ he sounds a little amused, like he's trying to charm his way out of a corner. indeed, Aether caught him. ]

I was feeling lonely, but you're here with me now, so just focus on feeling better. I've got an oral healing technique if you still need it later.

[ quite proud of that one.

Aether's touch is soft, gentle, and Kaveh rubs a thumb along the back of his ear in a soothing motion, as if the headache was just a brief moment, and its cause long, long behind him. ]