[Husk falls silent for a moment, mulling over that response. He's been a messy, broken man for two lifetimes. Thinking the better of himself is not something he is prone to doing - even when the good he does is pretty blatantly obvious to everyone around. A part of him wants to push back against this even now, insist that Flins is wrong, that he really doesn't have a noble heart - that he's just a piece of shit who isn't worth anything.
But Flins earlier estimation had been right. Husk has gained a smidgen of self-respect. It's a tiny, half-formed thing - quiet and easily missed. But it's there, wriggling around somewhere in his chest. It feels unsettling and weird, really. He's not used to this. ]
...Suppose you've got me bang to rights on that one, Kyryll. [He leans into the fae's touch with a soft huff. ] Guess I never really thought of it that way. I don't think anyone's called my crusty-ass old heart noble before.
[ Husk isn't generally much of a hugger- but it's been a shitty ass day, and even the most standoffish cat person in the world sometimes just needs a tiny bit of comfort to face the rest of it. Flins comment settles in his heart, wrapping tight around it again. Every damn conversation with this man makes him realise more and more how deeply in trouble he is. A guy could get used to chasing a feeling like this. That's very dangerous. Letting someone in so damn close.
And despite all that, he turns his head to press a gentle kiss on the corner of Flins' mouth. He can make a damn solid guess what the man means. ]
Is that a fact? Guess that means it needs a little extra TLC to help patch it up a little, huh? [He's quiet for a moment, claws playing with the long strands of hair at Flins' back. ] ...Same goes to you, y'know. Always has.
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Date: 2025-12-28 09:54 pm (UTC)But Flins earlier estimation had been right. Husk has gained a smidgen of self-respect. It's a tiny, half-formed thing - quiet and easily missed. But it's there, wriggling around somewhere in his chest. It feels unsettling and weird, really. He's not used to this. ]
...Suppose you've got me bang to rights on that one, Kyryll. [He leans into the fae's touch with a soft huff. ] Guess I never really thought of it that way. I don't think anyone's called my crusty-ass old heart noble before.
[ Husk isn't generally much of a hugger- but it's been a shitty ass day, and even the most standoffish cat person in the world sometimes just needs a tiny bit of comfort to face the rest of it. Flins comment settles in his heart, wrapping tight around it again. Every damn conversation with this man makes him realise more and more how deeply in trouble he is. A guy could get used to chasing a feeling like this. That's very dangerous. Letting someone in so damn close.
And despite all that, he turns his head to press a gentle kiss on the corner of Flins' mouth. He can make a damn solid guess what the man means. ]
Is that a fact? Guess that means it needs a little extra TLC to help patch it up a little, huh? [He's quiet for a moment, claws playing with the long strands of hair at Flins' back. ] ...Same goes to you, y'know. Always has.