[For him, for Zaun, lovers was a broad scoped word that was more than sex. It was an attachment; it was a relationship type; it was... so much more than simply the physical. This attachment was dangerous, always had been, and yet he wasn't willing to relinquish it.
Even as Richard shifted and moved in the bathtub, vacating the water and leaving him in it alone, it felt similar to a sting. Yet, there was peace in water, a clarity provided to him that would set a path for the rest of his life. Richard wasn't his enemy though, and this wasn't the polluted waters of the Pilt.
Yet, watching Richard move to the towels, he contemplated his next move. He could rise and follow, or he could allow his lover to simply leave him here. He slowly shifted his leg back out of the water to dangle as it had been before, and he made a point of lifting his arm to fold it behind his head.]
What would you like to call us, Richard? What word in your world describes our association? [There was a few seconds of silence as he watched Richard's movements.] Come back to the water. We were previously have a relaxing time.
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Even as Richard shifted and moved in the bathtub, vacating the water and leaving him in it alone, it felt similar to a sting. Yet, there was peace in water, a clarity provided to him that would set a path for the rest of his life. Richard wasn't his enemy though, and this wasn't the polluted waters of the Pilt.
Yet, watching Richard move to the towels, he contemplated his next move. He could rise and follow, or he could allow his lover to simply leave him here. He slowly shifted his leg back out of the water to dangle as it had been before, and he made a point of lifting his arm to fold it behind his head.]
What would you like to call us, Richard? What word in your world describes our association? [There was a few seconds of silence as he watched Richard's movements.] Come back to the water. We were previously have a relaxing time.