"Neph?" incredulously. "Neph and not Djem, that's - I don't know what to make of that." His magpie child, in all those endless tunnels. A shiver creeps up his spine.
He blots out that image deliberately, focusing for a moment on Bodhi's hand in his hair, the space of warm breath between them. Here. Safe. "What--" He forces it past the sudden clench in his throat. "What else did he say? This time?" He centers his palm between Bodhi's shoulder blades, digs his fingers in gently, and tries to ignore the crawling in his stomach. "If he's been trying to scare you, I'll - I don't know. Give him the mother of all hangovers."
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Date: 2019-10-09 04:35 am (UTC)He blots out that image deliberately, focusing for a moment on Bodhi's hand in his hair, the space of warm breath between them. Here. Safe. "What--" He forces it past the sudden clench in his throat. "What else did he say? This time?" He centers his palm between Bodhi's shoulder blades, digs his fingers in gently, and tries to ignore the crawling in his stomach. "If he's been trying to scare you, I'll - I don't know. Give him the mother of all hangovers."