Who 🪨 Albedo and Co. What 🪨 Innocent events. When 🪨 :> Where 🪨 ΘNatural Wooden Sunrise, ΔDark Remarkable Cinema, Net Slum Content Warnings 🪨 Nothing to worry about.
[ Albedo feels like someone else saying something like that in the first place (like the imposter someone once claimed he was, according to what pieces he had written down. A fake and other such unkind things he had taken care to write. All sordid pieces which necessitated a record so that he would not lose history of such pains.)
It doesn't seem like a kindness, only self-indulgent, and selfish. But, maybe he is being a bit hard on himself.
It's always easier to criticize himself than anyone else. Yet, he remembers when Skeith had asked if it was pity instead of respect, and that genuinely made him angry as well. Perhaps because he knows he himself is used to being misunderstood. Still, there is one person who has come to understand him very well. ]
...I imagine that it was the truth, indeed. Hien would not be the type of person to keep from indicating, in whatever way that it so happens to be, about whether a dish was palatable or not. Though, it is a pity I have not had the opportunity to sample your food.
[ He doesn't smile, the mood isn't right for that, and he is a bit stoic most of times, as Noé himself knows. But, his gaze is warm, his hand holding on firmly still after that supportive hand squeeze.
Though, there is another pause as Albedo closes his eyes, giving a shuddering sigh. Yes, neither of them have to be alone in their pain, do they? He is used to that. But, things are different now. ]
At times, I wonder what it is I have done to deserve someone as kind and compassionate as you are.
[ Noé agrees that Hien probably had signs that he appreciated others, ones that he himself failed to pick up on until it was too late. He can't help but let out a chuckle, though, at the mention of food. ]
I'll make you something. I only know how to do one dish, but I made sure I learned how to do it well.
[ He wants Albedo to try it, someday. Maybe when they're out of here.
He looks a little sheepish at the compliment, but his gaze remains soft, and he lets go of Albedo's hand in favor of resting it on his waist. He's a little hesitant to draw him closer due to the both of them being injured. ]
You don't owe me anything. All you did was be yourself.
Hmm...what kind of dish is it, exactly? Just so I understand what to look forward to.
[ Albedo figures he may as well ask. Why not?
It can be something he might be able to imagine fantasizing trying at all from his beloved's hand. He doesn't protest when the other shifts his hand to lie against his waist, but also appreciating his carefulness. ]
I have no idea what to say to that, other than to perhaps warn you that if I ever owned the world, you might change your mind.
[ He smiles, finally. Then, the blond leans forward, placing a gentle kiss on Noé's lips, certain, and affectionate, before leaning back. ]
...I jest, of course. What I truly mean to convey is that I am honestly touched you feel that way. It means quite a bit, to hear you say such a thing.
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It doesn't seem like a kindness, only self-indulgent, and selfish. But, maybe he is being a bit hard on himself.
It's always easier to criticize himself than anyone else. Yet, he remembers when Skeith had asked if it was pity instead of respect, and that genuinely made him angry as well. Perhaps because he knows he himself is used to being misunderstood. Still, there is one person who has come to understand him very well. ]
...I imagine that it was the truth, indeed. Hien would not be the type of person to keep from indicating, in whatever way that it so happens to be, about whether a dish was palatable or not. Though, it is a pity I have not had the opportunity to sample your food.
[ He doesn't smile, the mood isn't right for that, and he is a bit stoic most of times, as Noé himself knows. But, his gaze is warm, his hand holding on firmly still after that supportive hand squeeze.
Though, there is another pause as Albedo closes his eyes, giving a shuddering sigh. Yes, neither of them have to be alone in their pain, do they? He is used to that. But, things are different now. ]
At times, I wonder what it is I have done to deserve someone as kind and compassionate as you are.
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I'll make you something. I only know how to do one dish, but I made sure I learned how to do it well.
[ He wants Albedo to try it, someday. Maybe when they're out of here.
He looks a little sheepish at the compliment, but his gaze remains soft, and he lets go of Albedo's hand in favor of resting it on his waist. He's a little hesitant to draw him closer due to the both of them being injured. ]
You don't owe me anything. All you did was be yourself.
You deserve the world, because you're Albedo.
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[ Albedo figures he may as well ask. Why not?
It can be something he might be able to imagine fantasizing trying at all from his beloved's hand. He doesn't protest when the other shifts his hand to lie against his waist, but also appreciating his carefulness. ]
I have no idea what to say to that, other than to perhaps warn you that if I ever owned the world, you might change your mind.
[ He smiles, finally. Then, the blond leans forward, placing a gentle kiss on Noé's lips, certain, and affectionate, before leaning back. ]
...I jest, of course. What I truly mean to convey is that I am honestly touched you feel that way. It means quite a bit, to hear you say such a thing.