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“I like you this close to me… you’re warm.”

sinday meme // accepting!

      “ mm. i think you’re the warmer one, though. “ goris chuckled, settling into a more comfortable position beside faraday, all but curling around him as an affectionate feline would. the deathclaw gave a pleased sigh that drifted into a low ‘rumble’, reverberating in his chest and throat as he briefly touched his cheek to faraday’s side. he could hear the other’s heartbeat, able to memorize the sound and how often it beat per minute; just another part of faraday’s being that he’d come to associate with the feeling of calm that the other’s presence brought. ” you are more than welcome to join me more often, you know. though i fail to leave much in the way of space for you. “ 

        his own 'bed’ was actually several mattresses bound together near a generator of some sort, allowing just enough heat to provide a comfortable resting area despite the noise. ( the sound of ambient machinery reminded him of his childhood in the vault; it had never been silent. ) lazily lifting a hand, goris stroked the synth’s side with his fingers gently - taking great care not to let his claws touch his skin. ” …i like having you rest with me here. and… not rest. “ goris laughed quietly at the mild innuendo, tilting his head once more to rest it against faraday. ” thank you. “ what he was thanking him for was left unclear - perhaps a bit of everything.

@mydearestfaraday

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       @mydearestfaraday​ // cont. 

       he 'smiled' down at the compassionate synth upon hearing his answer; a peculiar expression that to most would look like a grimace or a mere baring of his teeth, save for the way it reached his eyes in a kind manner. it was perhaps his own insecurities and anxieties that made him ask a question with such an obvious answer, but it was pleasant to hear him say it all the same.

       the nudge against his arm following the term of endearment earned a quiet laugh. it had been a while since he trusted another person - and was considered trustworthy by someone - to engage in any kind of physical contact. the gentle touches were almost new, and were more than welcome. ducking down a bit, goris gently bumped the synth with his cheek. " thank you, faraday. it's been a while since i could rest anywhere, let alone in a place like this." he let his hood fall back for the time being, horns briefly scraping against the parasol that faraday had managed to find for the two of them.

       " and...i don't recall a time that i've ever felt quite as close with someone." the tribal he had once wandered with, perhaps - but faraday was in a category all his own.