[The lack of argument was a good sign--he'd half expected Husk to debate the semantics on what makes a heart 'noble'. That it couldn't possibly fit him. That he was a has-been, a fraud, or anything else that might make him seem less than what he was truly worth.
It wouldn't fool Flins. He had an eye for the worth of things in this world. He could tell a gemstone's worth from a single glance. Husk's soul? Well...to put a price on something as strong and independent as that would be garish. It was priceless.]
As much as it pains you to know, you are. Much like natural opals found in the earth, once the bedrock and dirt have been removed, it leaves a rather brilliant luster. Though...they were always beautiful, even encased in stone.
His fingers reach up to brush the back of his ear, closing his eyes and letting this feeling soak in. He can't remember the last time he was embraced like this. Perhaps when Phainon would visit his lighthouse, long ago.]
It'll take more than insulation to patch this up. [His eyes close at the kiss, turning just a little to catch it with his own lips.] But if anyone can make this place livable, it's you.
[Husk wants to argue. Good lord, he wants to argue so much. A part of him wants to fight against this feeling growing in him, because it feels like an imposter. But, small and damaged as it is, it is there, and as much as he wants to deny its existence, he really can't anymore.
It might just take him some time to see the beauty Flins does. That comment wrenches deep in his chest. God fucking damnit, he's in so deep with this one. He closes his eyes, letting out a slow exhale, leaning into that touch on his ear.]
...There you go with the poetry again.
[ Making him feel like some sort of beautiful, rare and precious thing when nine times out of ten he feels the exact opposite. A smile tugs at his lips despite that, happy to return the kiss properly. ]
Lucky for you, I'm more than willing to take up the challenge, then.
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Date: 2025-12-29 12:21 am (UTC)It wouldn't fool Flins. He had an eye for the worth of things in this world. He could tell a gemstone's worth from a single glance. Husk's soul? Well...to put a price on something as strong and independent as that would be garish. It was priceless.]
As much as it pains you to know, you are. Much like natural opals found in the earth, once the bedrock and dirt have been removed, it leaves a rather brilliant luster. Though...they were always beautiful, even encased in stone.
His fingers reach up to brush the back of his ear, closing his eyes and letting this feeling soak in. He can't remember the last time he was embraced like this. Perhaps when Phainon would visit his lighthouse, long ago.]
It'll take more than insulation to patch this up. [His eyes close at the kiss, turning just a little to catch it with his own lips.] But if anyone can make this place livable, it's you.
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Date: 2025-12-29 01:27 am (UTC)It might just take him some time to see the beauty Flins does. That comment wrenches deep in his chest. God fucking damnit, he's in so deep with this one. He closes his eyes, letting out a slow exhale, leaning into that touch on his ear.]
...There you go with the poetry again.
[ Making him feel like some sort of beautiful, rare and precious thing when nine times out of ten he feels the exact opposite. A smile tugs at his lips despite that, happy to return the kiss properly. ]
Lucky for you, I'm more than willing to take up the challenge, then.