You're getting kinky on me, [ Ephemera teases softly. He reaches up and touches Drake's face with his hand, tracing the line of his cheek. ] I like it.
[ It's impossible not to notice how hard Drake is holding his eyes closed, or how much he's kept to himself. And he does know Drake, in the end. Even with Ephemera gone, he would kept still, kept quiet, done his fucking job. Kept on being steady for other people. ]
's okay. I've got you.
[ He squeezes Drake's hand again. There's no missing the tears. Ephemera doesn't think he's ever seen Drake cry before. He wonders if anyone has. ]
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[ It's impossible not to notice how hard Drake is holding his eyes closed, or how much he's kept to himself. And he does know Drake, in the end. Even with Ephemera gone, he would kept still, kept quiet, done his fucking job. Kept on being steady for other people. ]
's okay. I've got you.
[ He squeezes Drake's hand again. There's no missing the tears. Ephemera doesn't think he's ever seen Drake cry before. He wonders if anyone has. ]
I've got you.