Teatime had been warned against things like 'fixation' and 'obsession.' He'd been very careful to follow the guild's instructions on such things. At least, when he was being watched, which was often. Perhaps they were concerned he might start collecting people the way Lord Downey had collected butterflies. That was foolish. Collecting people was messy. Collecting - owning - a person, now that was different.
He would have gladly taken claws or caresses at that very moment, because he knew, the way he knew that Nny knew, that meant solidifying something between them. A touch like that was better than words. It was a contract. It was vindication.
He smiled, and tilted his face against Nny's hand. Mine, he thought smugly. And I didn't even know I had him.
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Date: 2009-08-26 10:07 am (UTC)He would have gladly taken claws or caresses at that very moment, because he knew, the way he knew that Nny knew, that meant solidifying something between them. A touch like that was better than words. It was a contract. It was vindication.
He smiled, and tilted his face against Nny's hand. Mine, he thought smugly. And I didn't even know I had him.