[ rune gives him a sharp look that slowly softens. ]
It's not guidance I want. I need to know that, as long as we're together, nothing is going to happen to you.
[ it's why he'd tried the runes, at first. his namesake, the only memento he has of his mother and what she'd been really good at. her magic had been similar to ciro's in that regard, helping others find their way when they felt lost. it's also why he'd sworn it off for several decades and why ciro probably thinks he's lost his mind. rune turns, reaching out to take ciro's hand and grateful for the warmth of his skin. ]
I meant it, Ciro. Perhaps you're not worried about it, but I am.
[Again, Rune finds a way to make this about protecting him. Ciro wants to argue that he doesn't need protecting, but he thought so before as well and still ended up getting kidnapped by a faerie madman. And nothing much has changed since then. Maybe a handful of battlemagic lessons when Rune finds the time to deal with Ciro's eagerness to give up on things he isn't great at by default.
He sighs, mostly at himself this time. Ciro has peeked into his lover's future more than a handful of times without him knowing and he doesn't usually find anything there outside of the usual trouble Rune finds himself in. Nothing he can't manage.
But since he's asking so nicely now, there's no reason he can't take a more focused look.]
Alright, I'll do it if it's what you want. [It's cliche as hell, but he does have a crystal ball--well, technically a quartz sphere, right on his night stand. Ciro has to use both hands to lift it up off of its base, the thing is heavier than it looks.] I'll show you that there's nothing to worry about. Come on.
[ truthfully, he's not happy about what might lie somewhere in the future. rune prefers to make his own destiny, set his own path. that's how he's always wanted it to be, especially with ciro. but after gris and the riptide that's become his magic... he needs something more.
rune shifts on to his feet to approach ciro and his ball, pausing only a moment before reaching out to help him hold it. the weight is something he expects, but the consequences of what might happen make him wary. he's still exhausted, still reeling from what he'd tried to do in the basement, and his thoughts are scattered. maybe he should have let ciro fuck him instead; that, at least, wouldn't have required as much effort. ]
What would you like me to do?
[ since he's following ciro's guidance for once. ]
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It's not guidance I want. I need to know that, as long as we're together, nothing is going to happen to you.
[ it's why he'd tried the runes, at first. his namesake, the only memento he has of his mother and what she'd been really good at. her magic had been similar to ciro's in that regard, helping others find their way when they felt lost. it's also why he'd sworn it off for several decades and why ciro probably thinks he's lost his mind. rune turns, reaching out to take ciro's hand and grateful for the warmth of his skin. ]
I meant it, Ciro. Perhaps you're not worried about it, but I am.
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He sighs, mostly at himself this time. Ciro has peeked into his lover's future more than a handful of times without him knowing and he doesn't usually find anything there outside of the usual trouble Rune finds himself in. Nothing he can't manage.
But since he's asking so nicely now, there's no reason he can't take a more focused look.]
Alright, I'll do it if it's what you want. [It's cliche as hell, but he does have a crystal ball--well, technically a quartz sphere, right on his night stand. Ciro has to use both hands to lift it up off of its base, the thing is heavier than it looks.] I'll show you that there's nothing to worry about. Come on.
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rune shifts on to his feet to approach ciro and his ball, pausing only a moment before reaching out to help him hold it. the weight is something he expects, but the consequences of what might happen make him wary. he's still exhausted, still reeling from what he'd tried to do in the basement, and his thoughts are scattered. maybe he should have let ciro fuck him instead; that, at least, wouldn't have required as much effort. ]
What would you like me to do?
[ since he's following ciro's guidance for once. ]