[He grumbles, and it does nothing to pacify how red his face has gotten. It's dumb, he tells himself; he's been in love before. He's done unspeakable things, filthy actions, and seen just how depraved humans can get in war, and here he is blushing like he's a boy again.
Maybe Vergilius just has that effect on him. Making him comfortably vulnerable. No one's ever done that before.]
I don't know exactly when. Maybe when I remembered that you came for the cat, even though nothing could change me back except waiting it out. Or... when you wished me a happy birthday, even though I don't even have one.
It probably doesn't matter exactly what timing was anyway. But I know what I'm feeling pretty well.
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[He grumbles, and it does nothing to pacify how red his face has gotten. It's dumb, he tells himself; he's been in love before. He's done unspeakable things, filthy actions, and seen just how depraved humans can get in war, and here he is blushing like he's a boy again.
Maybe Vergilius just has that effect on him. Making him comfortably vulnerable. No one's ever done that before.]
I don't know exactly when. Maybe when I remembered that you came for the cat, even though nothing could change me back except waiting it out. Or... when you wished me a happy birthday, even though I don't even have one.
It probably doesn't matter exactly what timing was anyway. But I know what I'm feeling pretty well.