Verin's breath catches quietly when he feels Essek's legs against his, bare skin a sudden reminder that his brother is so exposed. He tries to relax as delicate and clever fingers brush through his hair, a gesture that has brought him so much comfort over the years.
"Essek..." He speaks his brother's name and it is neither a question nor a plea, but some strange place in the middle. A question he does not know how to ask, a plea hoping for his brother's intuitive understanding. Verin pushes himself up onto his elbow so that he can look down at Essek, searching his beautifully made up face. He knows that he's had the privilege of very few to see the Shadowhand without his armor, but as they've grown he's realized that Essek's armor goes deeper than it once did.
"I missed you," he confesses quietly, words that he's spoken already but that bear repeating. His fingers, calloused and rough but still elegant, brush against Essek's hair.
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"Essek..." He speaks his brother's name and it is neither a question nor a plea, but some strange place in the middle. A question he does not know how to ask, a plea hoping for his brother's intuitive understanding. Verin pushes himself up onto his elbow so that he can look down at Essek, searching his beautifully made up face. He knows that he's had the privilege of very few to see the Shadowhand without his armor, but as they've grown he's realized that Essek's armor goes deeper than it once did.
"I missed you," he confesses quietly, words that he's spoken already but that bear repeating. His fingers, calloused and rough but still elegant, brush against Essek's hair.