( As Bruce watches Miyano, he's certain the acolyte must be coming to terms with how different he is compared to what the acolytes and their people must have been taught. He's heard many of the stories other lands have been taught, heard the whispers among his men. He's supposed to be some dark, violent figure that strikes from the shadows without mercy, consuming everything around him without remorse. And yet here he is, tending to Miyano as if he's a precious thing to be protected.
His touch stays soft and gentle, thumb brushing over the back of the small hand. How long has it been since he's held someone so soft and innocent in his arms? )
My consort and bride. ( He repeats easily, blue eyes meeting the honey colored gaze. ) You have time to think about what you'd like to do on the ride home.
( He can hear a few of the soldiers outside calling out to prepare to tear down the last of the tents. And finally, he steps away, releasing Miyano's hand to gather up a couple of his cloaks. He offers one to Miyano, the material dark and heavy, surely enough to swallow the young man whole. )
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His touch stays soft and gentle, thumb brushing over the back of the small hand. How long has it been since he's held someone so soft and innocent in his arms? )
My consort and bride. ( He repeats easily, blue eyes meeting the honey colored gaze. ) You have time to think about what you'd like to do on the ride home.
( He can hear a few of the soldiers outside calling out to prepare to tear down the last of the tents. And finally, he steps away, releasing Miyano's hand to gather up a couple of his cloaks. He offers one to Miyano, the material dark and heavy, surely enough to swallow the young man whole. )