[There is something...he daren't say holy in this, but in the very least, something that teases at darkly sanctifying. That Haurchefant came after him to rescue him from the Vault, to pluck him from the purification of the tortures the Heaven's Ward keeps deep within; it only feels right that he, too, should be the one to chase away every pious pain inflicted and replace it with sinful pleasure, to tend him and clean him before rendering him utterly filthy again.
He's panting, seemingly unable to draw in as much breath as he needs, with his eyes hazy and his lips kiss-bruised and his every limb buzzing with satisfaction too powerful to even remember his hurts. He feels nothing but floating and sees nothing but Haurchefant's adoring face, and it's a respite he doesn't deserve but accepts the grace of anyway.
And yet almost as soon as he contemplates his own bliss, something cold curls up in his chest, an awareness of how fleeting such things always are. That sooner or later this will end. That damnation for all of Ishgard still awaits outside these infirmary doors, and neither one of them can lie idle in ignorance of it.]
Please don't leave.
[But there is time, still, for a little more yet. Time to wring all the affection out of his own heart in offering and let Haurchefant's smiles fill it again with more.]
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He's panting, seemingly unable to draw in as much breath as he needs, with his eyes hazy and his lips kiss-bruised and his every limb buzzing with satisfaction too powerful to even remember his hurts. He feels nothing but floating and sees nothing but Haurchefant's adoring face, and it's a respite he doesn't deserve but accepts the grace of anyway.
And yet almost as soon as he contemplates his own bliss, something cold curls up in his chest, an awareness of how fleeting such things always are. That sooner or later this will end. That damnation for all of Ishgard still awaits outside these infirmary doors, and neither one of them can lie idle in ignorance of it.]
Please don't leave.
[But there is time, still, for a little more yet. Time to wring all the affection out of his own heart in offering and let Haurchefant's smiles fill it again with more.]
I would have this last a little longer.