* - it’s nice, being able to let his guard down around elwood. for the past year, siah had been incredibly wary of others; he hadn’t held a conversation for longer than three minutes with anyone aside from his father in twelve months, he can’t remember the time anyone had made him smile, much less openly laugh. it’s a refreshing change and siah’s comfortable for once. he’s not afraid of elwood hurting him, he’s not afraid of anything, he’s relaxed. he’s himself. at the other’s words, siah rolls his eyes in a fond manner.
‘ i’m looking … i can’t see anything past your delusion of grandeur, y’dickhead … ‘ it’s nothing but banter, of course. siah’s well aware that elwood is attractive, but he wouldn’t allow himself to speak the words out loud, if only for his own pride. he wouldn’t be caught dead sucking up to anyone.
siah’s smile brightens as he’s pulled into a hug. physical contact is something he isn’t too keen on anymore, but instead of the nagging feeling of dread and vulnerability that usually accompanied contact, in elwood’s embrace, he feels safe. he wraps his arms around elwood, holding him for a moment and allowing himself to enjoy the embrace. ‘ awwww … ‘ he coos rather sarcastically at elwood’s remark. ‘ i knew i’d get a compliment out of you ! ‘
it’s often difficult to tell where you stand with elwood, as he has the tendency to treat those he loves in a similar way to those he loathes ; namely, he’s an arrogant and cocky prick to both of them. there’s less bite behind his words with siah, though – truth be told, there are very few people in this world elwood actively avoids upsetting, but there’s never been any doubt that siah’s one of them. granted, it often didn’t work – … but it didn’t take away from the knowledge that he at least tried. this time, it doesn’t seem to be any different.
❛ your delusion blinds you, dear siah. if i were any less of a man, your words would wound me. as it stands, i stopped seeking validation from you regarding my looks a long time ago, ❜ – it’s only half a lie, because he still cares what he thinks. he doesn’t think they’ll ever be a time when he doesn’t.
elwood doesn’t remember the last time he held someone. his movement is almost awkward, stiff, as though his muscles are attempting to remember just where he’s meant to move and place his limbs – but he quickly settles down again. he offers a tight squeeze, before pulling away almost as quick as he’d pulled him closer. ❛ … – treasure it, s’the only compliment you’ll ever get from me. ❜
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