[He's breathing through his nose, jaw set, steps feeling crisscrossing and sloppy. Elves may not need to sleep, but all beings need rest, and he hasn't stopped being scared long enough to meditate since he climbed out his bedroom window and made a run for it. He's fighting his own issues here, too, but also his body struggling to stay upright. Taako barely registers as Kravitz, and despite himself, he takes it. It's cool, he realizes.
He's real, then. The gods never get that detail right. He's real, and here, and loves him, and that's terrifying.
Kravitz closes the gap, Taako taking a step until he's leaning on his chest, quiet except for the sound of his breathing.
He squeezes his hand. Mush, boyfriend mobile. Even now, his steps feel shaky, using his free hand to lean on the Umbra Staff.]
... c'mon.
[He nudges his shoulder, trying to communicate urgency in subtlety.]
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He's real, then. The gods never get that detail right. He's real, and here, and loves him, and that's terrifying.
Kravitz closes the gap, Taako taking a step until he's leaning on his chest, quiet except for the sound of his breathing.
He squeezes his hand. Mush, boyfriend mobile. Even now, his steps feel shaky, using his free hand to lean on the Umbra Staff.]
... c'mon.
[He nudges his shoulder, trying to communicate urgency in subtlety.]