[Nimah was Nimah. They were, as ever, as bewildering and whimsical as the sky, with all the obligations and sureties of its place. Muchi was his own issue, and the very reason why they had spoken lightly of their thoughts; above anything, Nimah saw the reality of people.
He always had, even before he'd closed off and their swirling, coruscating intimacies became almost painful in their clarity. Sukuna's moment of silence was met with the same amused expression as ever, softened only slightly when the weight of a hand rested on their arm.]
And you know my feelings on... feelings, perhaps better than anyone.
[It was an agreement, and almost relieved besides. How peculiar they were, wrapped in their need to speak the truth when it pertained to them intimately, even when they detested the idea of their very words.
Moreover, it was partly Sukuna's own bluntness that allowed the moment of candid transparency. Some would think it foolish, seeking a rejection to relax into companionship, but that was their wont.]
Aa. With that bit out of the way, I can say that I thoroughly desire your companionship.
[There they relaxed, allowing his movements freely and curling their lips as their free arm moved, fingers drawing over the fabric of his shirt, intimating themselves with its workings. So rarely was it even a consideration, how cloth worked, that they didn't really think they'd ever bothered to 'see' the intricacies of Sukuna's. It was a thought that earned a little amused laugh from them now.]
You will forgive me, I hope, if I am a bit clumsy. It has been many years.
[They didn't need forgiveness, and Sukuna would know as well as anyone that it wasn't likely that they would be clumsy, but facts were facts and outliers existed. Especially if, by some miracle, he managed to surprise the blind man.]
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He always had, even before he'd closed off and their swirling, coruscating intimacies became almost painful in their clarity. Sukuna's moment of silence was met with the same amused expression as ever, softened only slightly when the weight of a hand rested on their arm.]
And you know my feelings on... feelings, perhaps better than anyone.
[It was an agreement, and almost relieved besides. How peculiar they were, wrapped in their need to speak the truth when it pertained to them intimately, even when they detested the idea of their very words.
Moreover, it was partly Sukuna's own bluntness that allowed the moment of candid transparency. Some would think it foolish, seeking a rejection to relax into companionship, but that was their wont.]
Aa. With that bit out of the way, I can say that I thoroughly desire your companionship.
[There they relaxed, allowing his movements freely and curling their lips as their free arm moved, fingers drawing over the fabric of his shirt, intimating themselves with its workings. So rarely was it even a consideration, how cloth worked, that they didn't really think they'd ever bothered to 'see' the intricacies of Sukuna's. It was a thought that earned a little amused laugh from them now.]
You will forgive me, I hope, if I am a bit clumsy. It has been many years.
[They didn't need forgiveness, and Sukuna would know as well as anyone that it wasn't likely that they would be clumsy, but facts were facts and outliers existed. Especially if, by some miracle, he managed to surprise the blind man.]