Ishvi noticed the tear, but didn't comment on it, not wanting to make anything worse. Guilt for causing it twisted his stomach into knots. The only thing stopping him from crying himself was the fact he physically couldn't, though his wings still trembled with the strain. Jacota shouldn't be sad for him, but somehow he was.
It was comforting, new. Ishvi didn't let people close, had never thought letting people in was an option. Even during these five years away from his home, he'd kept people at a distance in his attempts to be pure and good. And now he was broken. And he couldn't keep fighting as much as he still tried, still questioned, still felt very undeserving. "I do want to hold on to you... you'd really let me?"
As if answering Ishvi's question with action, Jacota moved even closer. The light touch on his wing made him shiver slightly, and he blushed as well, though it wouldn't be visible. He wasn't sensitive about being touched - the mistreatment had never been physical - but outside of training, possibly a handshake, no one had ever made physical contact with him. It was surprisingly pleasant to feel so safe.
Ishvi didn't know what else to do except lean against Jacota as well, his eyes half-closed as he just silently tried to accept this moment. If he spoke, his words would probably get in the way. He was still tense, trembling slightly, but definitely wanted to stay.
It was comforting, new. Ishvi didn't let people close, had never thought letting people in was an option. Even during these five years away from his home, he'd kept people at a distance in his attempts to be pure and good. And now he was broken. And he couldn't keep fighting as much as he still tried, still questioned, still felt very undeserving. "I do want to hold on to you... you'd really let me?"
As if answering Ishvi's question with action, Jacota moved even closer. The light touch on his wing made him shiver slightly, and he blushed as well, though it wouldn't be visible. He wasn't sensitive about being touched - the mistreatment had never been physical - but outside of training, possibly a handshake, no one had ever made physical contact with him. It was surprisingly pleasant to feel so safe.
Ishvi didn't know what else to do except lean against Jacota as well, his eyes half-closed as he just silently tried to accept this moment. If he spoke, his words would probably get in the way. He was still tense, trembling slightly, but definitely wanted to stay.