Allowing him time to rebuild his boundaries.
Asking if it’s okay to hug him. If it’s alright to hold his hand. If you can kiss him. Slinking into his tent in the wee hours of the morning, drowsily asking if he would like to cuddle. And he can’t help chuckling at how cautious you are with him. You’re the one who is vulnerable here. Eventually, he gets fed up with you walking on eggshells around him.
“If you want something of me, my love,” he croons into the crown of your head, holding you close and massaging all the world's worries from between your shoulder blades, “You don’t always have to ask.”
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Hey so if you guys here any pained animalistic sobs and/or wails don’t mind that it’s only me thinking about the house of hades family portraits
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one of the most tender andreil scenes is when neil and andrew fall asleep on beanbag chairs and they both wake up randomly and look at each other w sleepy eyes AND neil takes it as permission to be lazy and sleep MORE.
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Them together... 💖💖
I like Forgetful Storyteller and Modest Dancer a lot 👉👈❤
Also drew him in aggie some days earlier!
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urm actually can't wait to find out what it is that jeremy is hiding that he seemingly feels awful about that he can't look at jean. just so that jean can take his chin in his fingers (more gently this time) so he can look at him in the eyes and forgive him instantly/not judge him because he knows firsthand what evil looks like and he knows jeremy is anything but that
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Shortly after uploading this I saw a post where someone mentioned how Mr. Qi is canonically a creepypasta character now. And like. Surely. If you've read my webcomic. You know I can't resist that.
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the moment that did me in is when Andrew brought Neil’s hands above his hair and said “Just here.”
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Blood sticks, sweat drips
Break the lock if it don't fit
A kick in the teeth is good for some
A kiss with a fist is better than none
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wait what do you mean a red string of fate ties us together but all we do is strangle each other with it. what do you mean this string can only stretch and tangle but never break and yet we keep biting and gnawing on it to try to free ourselves from it anyway.
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