[he sees where his eyes go, and pauses. it's one thing to declare his love in the open air, to be theatrical and let that carry him. but it is another when their hands are linked - his hands feel almost too rough to be holding Hans's, scholar that he is - and their hearts are close like this. sometimes it stuns him how intensely he feels.]
It's warmer in my room. I can't have you getting a cold on my account.
[so he pushes open the door and invites him in, setting the lamp down on his desk to illuminate it.
it's a small space, as most are aboard this craft, but it is Edmond's through and through, from the books tucked away to the neatly made bed to the cupboards that hold more of him than the room he has in his relatives' house. a space carved out for him to rest his body, while his spirit soars in the breeze and the waves visible out of the window.
and true to his word, because it's small, it's insulated from the outside winds. in one of those cupboards is a spare blanket, Edmond knows, and he's looking for it.]
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It's warmer in my room. I can't have you getting a cold on my account.
[so he pushes open the door and invites him in, setting the lamp down on his desk to illuminate it.
it's a small space, as most are aboard this craft, but it is Edmond's through and through, from the books tucked away to the neatly made bed to the cupboards that hold more of him than the room he has in his relatives' house. a space carved out for him to rest his body, while his spirit soars in the breeze and the waves visible out of the window.
and true to his word, because it's small, it's insulated from the outside winds. in one of those cupboards is a spare blanket, Edmond knows, and he's looking for it.]