[ they don't both have to be immovable in front of each other, andyr would tell him. has, likely, in quiet moments like this. andyr knows better than anyone how hard it is to hold off from breaking, the insane things you do to yourself - to your body, to your mind - to just keep it together a little longer. but no one's watching them here, and andyr only came for the contact, for someone who knows him, for someone who cares for him, not for a sturdy rock to lean on.
brutal, savage and wild as andyr is, he still has this need - to feel close, to touch and be touched, to feel like he isn't so alone, and he knows mikal needs it too. that's why his lips press against the side of mikal's neck, lazily, just the affection and intimacy of it, not wanting anything more than that as he curves his body against him, fitted close. ]
Four or five. Dunno.
[ he murmurs, turning to touch his forehead to mikal's cheek, as a hand raises to card fingers through his short hair, softer than andyr is with any other person in this ragtag army, besides posie. ]
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brutal, savage and wild as andyr is, he still has this need - to feel close, to touch and be touched, to feel like he isn't so alone, and he knows mikal needs it too. that's why his lips press against the side of mikal's neck, lazily, just the affection and intimacy of it, not wanting anything more than that as he curves his body against him, fitted close. ]
Four or five. Dunno.
[ he murmurs, turning to touch his forehead to mikal's cheek, as a hand raises to card fingers through his short hair, softer than andyr is with any other person in this ragtag army, besides posie. ]
Sleep much?