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[ there's little time between the agreement and louis' arrival to koby's door where he gives a knock on it. he's dressed a little more casually than he might normally be, but it doesn't seem to bother him. in fact, the moment koby opens the door? louis steps forward and wraps the boy into a tight and lingering hug.
sorry koby, you don't get a choice.
he presses his chin to the top of the boy's head. ]
Long time no see.
sorry koby, you don't get a choice.
he presses his chin to the top of the boy's head. ]
Long time no see.
( hao really, really, really wants to be a fucking brat and complain about q and shanks (as though his concern wasn't immediately channeled into being a fucking aggressive asshole to both of them on the network. as though he wasn't goaded by aemond into trying to go to the hunting lodge anyway despite clear instructions not to because he's not a pussy, he just wanted to eat some, and he got haki-yote from miles away by shanks and landed on his ass, embarrassed). unfortunately (fortunately?), this whole stupid conversation has gotten deeper than he wanted and probably will ever want, so like.
he doesn't.
instead: )
fucking duh
he doesn't.
instead: )
fucking duh
[There's a moment where Koby feels that faraway, churning, fraught aura that's as sharp-edged as any blade, that's careless and brash and abrasive, that probably could stand to soften itself a bit. But then: he wouldn't be Hao if he were soft. If nothing else, Koby's good at accepting people like they are now, rather than how they could be.
So he doesn't choose violence, he doesn't worm his way into Hao's aura and pick out all the things he could be offended about. He picks this battle instead:]
Well, you've never said it. Maybe you should say it and I'll stop getting confused.
So he doesn't choose violence, he doesn't worm his way into Hao's aura and pick out all the things he could be offended about. He picks this battle instead:]
Well, you've never said it. Maybe you should say it and I'll stop getting confused.
ok
sure
i like u
"LIKE u" in ur words
( it's stupid — because back at home, this is the part where he'd start lovebombing the shit out of his flavor of the moment, absolutely basking in how much they like him, how much they want to be around him. the uncertainty he has with koby, though, no matter how many times koby says he cares about him ...
it all feels so uncertain. )
does it matter
( this is not the first time he's asked koby this recently, but his point still stands. does it matter? unspoken: does hao matter? koby has his boyfriend, after all. why should he matter? )
sure
i like u
"LIKE u" in ur words
( it's stupid — because back at home, this is the part where he'd start lovebombing the shit out of his flavor of the moment, absolutely basking in how much they like him, how much they want to be around him. the uncertainty he has with koby, though, no matter how many times koby says he cares about him ...
it all feels so uncertain. )
does it matter
( this is not the first time he's asked koby this recently, but his point still stands. does it matter? unspoken: does hao matter? koby has his boyfriend, after all. why should he matter? )
[Koby's done a fairly good job of keeping himself together around people, since returning. Some mistiness, maybe a little sniffling, perhaps a moment or two where he'd had to wipe tears off his glasses while laughing self-deprecatingly.
But Louis shows up at his suite, reaching out and tugging him close like it's the most natural thing in the world, and Koby surprises himself at how everything carefully-stacked and controlled falls to pieces in an instant. He's clinging onto Louis before he can stop himself, breath hitching tight in his throat, face hidden against the man's shoulder.]
Y-Yeah. [It's weepy, it's teary, it's relieved. It's the bone-deep knowledge that he's safe now, that he can let go and fall apart a little, that Louis won't let anything in this world or any other hurt him.] Hi.
But Louis shows up at his suite, reaching out and tugging him close like it's the most natural thing in the world, and Koby surprises himself at how everything carefully-stacked and controlled falls to pieces in an instant. He's clinging onto Louis before he can stop himself, breath hitching tight in his throat, face hidden against the man's shoulder.]
Y-Yeah. [It's weepy, it's teary, it's relieved. It's the bone-deep knowledge that he's safe now, that he can let go and fall apart a little, that Louis won't let anything in this world or any other hurt him.] Hi.
Hey, kid.
[ not that koby is a kid really, but isn't anyone a kid to a centuries old vampire? so he allows the pressure of koby at his front, rubs at his back and smiles against his hair. even his own eyes get a little misty, and his free hand reaches for the back of koby's head, cradling it there. ]
Everything's alright. I got you.
[ a beat, then: ] You get taller while you were away? [ a small stab at a joke, but it's been a while since he's hugged koby and he can definitely feel a change. ]
[ not that koby is a kid really, but isn't anyone a kid to a centuries old vampire? so he allows the pressure of koby at his front, rubs at his back and smiles against his hair. even his own eyes get a little misty, and his free hand reaches for the back of koby's head, cradling it there. ]
Everything's alright. I got you.
[ a beat, then: ] You get taller while you were away? [ a small stab at a joke, but it's been a while since he's hugged koby and he can definitely feel a change. ]
Thank you. I like you too.😊
[Another nudge, this one a bit more pointed, pink aura wrapping around Hao's for a moment in the metaphysical equivalent of smushing his face between palms.]
Yes, it matters. It matters a lot. I meant what I said, regardless of where I go or what changes, I'm carrying you with me, Hao. It's always going to have been you, the first time, and you're going to have made it good.
That matters.
[Another nudge, this one a bit more pointed, pink aura wrapping around Hao's for a moment in the metaphysical equivalent of smushing his face between palms.]
Yes, it matters. It matters a lot. I meant what I said, regardless of where I go or what changes, I'm carrying you with me, Hao. It's always going to have been you, the first time, and you're going to have made it good.
That matters.
Yeah, that's the idea.
Obviously. Be patient!
Obviously. Be patient!
[Koby hasn’t been a kid in years – maybe since before he can remember, since he was old enough to understand that some people were born loved and wanted and protected, and some weren’t, that you were either small and safe, small and quiet or small and dead, and since he’d never be safe, he’d have to learn to be quiet instead. Learn to yes, ma’am and no, sir and right away, captain, anything you say, anything you tell me, no matter how humiliating, no matter how painful, whatever you say.
The kind of safety Louis gives him now, arms around him, hand petting lightly at the back of his tousled hair – it’s not anything Koby has let himself want, not in a long, long time. He’d almost convinced himself it wasn’t something he needed, not really, not mostly-grown and wiser than many his age. Adults didn’t need a parent to hold them after a bad dream, after a long illness, after a broken heart. He didn’t really need to be comforted, to be held and kept safe, right?
And yet. And yet Koby curls into the embrace like he’s been searching for it all his life. He inhales the scent of Louis’s sweater, locks it into his mind, curls both hands into the loose, soft knit fabric and clings on as tight as he can. Vaguely, he’s aware he’s trembling. Distantly, he might be tearing up, too.
The gentle joke gets a watery laugh, though Koby doesn’t move an inch from where he is. Not until Louis lets go.] Don’t think I did. Maybe you shrunk?
The kind of safety Louis gives him now, arms around him, hand petting lightly at the back of his tousled hair – it’s not anything Koby has let himself want, not in a long, long time. He’d almost convinced himself it wasn’t something he needed, not really, not mostly-grown and wiser than many his age. Adults didn’t need a parent to hold them after a bad dream, after a long illness, after a broken heart. He didn’t really need to be comforted, to be held and kept safe, right?
And yet. And yet Koby curls into the embrace like he’s been searching for it all his life. He inhales the scent of Louis’s sweater, locks it into his mind, curls both hands into the loose, soft knit fabric and clings on as tight as he can. Vaguely, he’s aware he’s trembling. Distantly, he might be tearing up, too.
The gentle joke gets a watery laugh, though Koby doesn’t move an inch from where he is. Not until Louis lets go.] Don’t think I did. Maybe you shrunk?
( hao's been — resisting, really, any and all attempts on koby's end to make his presence known, share the depths of his feelings in a way that words can't quite articulate. it's not even intentional, for once. he's just kinda ... used to shoving shit down that doesn't benefit him, like feeling sad or jealous.
except maybe he's not always the best at it. maybe. (definitely.)
so, he lets him in. exhales, feels the persistent koby-ness of it all, familiar and warm and maybe the dark aura that pulses erratically from hao evens out, even if only for a moment. it doesn't last. )
do u think ud still like me if like
my dick was never inside u
except maybe he's not always the best at it. maybe. (definitely.)
so, he lets him in. exhales, feels the persistent koby-ness of it all, familiar and warm and maybe the dark aura that pulses erratically from hao evens out, even if only for a moment. it doesn't last. )
do u think ud still like me if like
my dick was never inside u
[There's a moment of thought that doesn't last very long, mostly because that's right about when Koby's stroking metaphysical fingers down over Hao's teeming, dark aura like he's petting a reluctantly purring cat. Then:]
Probably. You have an annoyingly endearing way about you.
Do you think you'd still like me if your dick was never inside me?
Probably. You have an annoyingly endearing way about you.
Do you think you'd still like me if your dick was never inside me?
yea
( it's probably sent a little too quickly, like he was expecting that question. it smells a little too earnest in here, so time to diffuse shit a little bit. )
idk if i told u but i kinda have a thing 4 cute nerds 🙄🙄
it was inevittabel
( it's probably sent a little too quickly, like he was expecting that question. it smells a little too earnest in here, so time to diffuse shit a little bit. )
idk if i told u but i kinda have a thing 4 cute nerds 🙄🙄
it was inevittabel
omg srry i 4got tall guys arent alowed 2 b nerds 🤦♀️🤦♀️🤦♀️
ur ridic lmfaooo
his tallness just makes his nerdyness hotter
or visa versa
his tallness just makes his nerdyness hotter
or visa versa
( hao knows what you are!!! )
very 😌
and deseptivly muscle-y
😌😌😌😌😌
( he's in Luv. )
very 😌
and deseptivly muscle-y
😌😌😌😌😌
( he's in Luv. )
silly me i 4got to take my measuring stick out when i was sucking his dick lololol
its still valuble info 2 have
him being muscle-y
its still valuble info 2 have
him being muscle-y
meeeee 🙋♀️ i care
i care enuff 4 like 609533 ppl
u care enuff 2 ask me how tall he is
i care enuff 4 like 609533 ppl
u care enuff 2 ask me how tall he is
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