I have to agree. It is beautiful. :)
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I have to agree. It is beautiful. :)
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MOD: Because it’s beautiful, amazing, and I’m still honored that you drew it for us <3
There’s not much art of Abel or Jane, and there’s little to nothing of them together. That picture you drew for us? It’s precious.
“Your eyes are beautiful, so stunning. And you’re handsome, Jane. Don’t listen to even ze men in your dreams. Zhey have no idea how beautiful you are, inside and out.” A small, light kiss, then he continues, “your heart is precious to me, my silly Soldat. “And… let me tell you somezhing. Zat man said no one vould come for you, zat no one loved you zat much to do so. Zat’s a lie. I vill always come running. I vill always fight to get to you. Even through ze hordes of hell vould I fight just to reach you. And zat… vill never change. Because you breathed life back into me, liebe.”
He stayed there, just silently snuggling him close. He might make tea, just in case. A good, calming herbal one. Maybe.. bring him some cookies, too.
The entire time Abelärd listens, not speaking a word. His expression does all the speaking for him. As the story morbidly progresses, the German-born man becomes more and more disturbed. You can literally see the pain, grief and sympathy in his eyes. He never wanted his silly, stubborn Soldier to ever suffer. But hearing this… he felt horrible that he couldn’t prevent it somehow. He knew he couldn’t, how could you stop a dream?
But still, he hated that his lover emotionally suffered from that.
Sitting up, he reached over and grabbed the man by his arm. He drug him over so that he was partially in his lap. Wrapping his arms around him from behind, he just snuggled him close, hoping that the physical contact could ebb away the emotional pains.
“Mein liebe, I am so sorry you had to have zat dream.” A kiss to the back of his head. “I vish you never had nightmares to begin vith.” Another kiss, then a nuzzle. “Vould you like me to get you some tea…?”
He began to gently rock him back and forth, all the while still cradling him.