Jibril all but curls into Rhy but takes some strength and comfort from Rhy's arm. Jibril wonders if that's true. The marks on his body, he's never asked. Some stories should only be given freely, not requested after all.
"No. As soon as I could walk I ran away. I was surviving until you found me."
"As long as it's your voice I don't think I would grow tired of it," Jibril exhales and he still feels a buzz from the wine but the way he had been worked up is more soothed now.
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"No. As soon as I could walk I ran away. I was surviving until you found me."
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"I've... never had time to honor anyone... I covered my mother's body in rocks when she died..."
His life felt like it had always been surrounded by death and yet he doesn't know how to deal with the after because he never had time to.
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Because Rhy would hate it if he could not grieve those he loved.
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"I think my mother would just want me to live a good life... and Samer..."
He exhales.
"Read to me."
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"I will read you anything, my love. And everything."
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Jibril bites his lip and it's painful to talk about Samer out loud even if it had been brief. He had half expected to make Rhy cross with him.
"Thank you," he murmurs and he's realizing how much he truly loves this prince and how much it will hurt when this has to end at some point.
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"I would like to hear it."
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cool to close?