[ it's just that "without—" that baein can't finish for himself. because he knows his heart will hurt by the admission, even if it's a cold and dried husk in his chest. as if what he has here isn't worth just as much.
it's good that he's about daeshim's height still and not taller, and also apparently much lighter than he should be, but baein figured it's because of what he is now, a vampire. when they reach the room, baein mostly has his face pressed into daeshim's shoulder, but he does look around, his chest squeezing at the way the fae has filled it with things that speak of a life somewhere else. because even if it's not much, baein can see how much it means.
the moment they're on the floor, baein sags against daeshim with a soft noise, a shiver going through him. ]
Mm... yes.
[ he's not alone. sometimes it can't be glossed over, but baein focuses on the fae in front of him, eyes darting over his face. ]
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it's good that he's about daeshim's height still and not taller, and also apparently much lighter than he should be, but baein figured it's because of what he is now, a vampire. when they reach the room, baein mostly has his face pressed into daeshim's shoulder, but he does look around, his chest squeezing at the way the fae has filled it with things that speak of a life somewhere else. because even if it's not much, baein can see how much it means.
the moment they're on the floor, baein sags against daeshim with a soft noise, a shiver going through him. ]
Mm... yes.
[ he's not alone. sometimes it can't be glossed over, but baein focuses on the fae in front of him, eyes darting over his face. ]
A lot. A lot nicer... better.