Mateo
Mateo hasn't yet found himself with a kink for affection, but as Frey calls him darling boy, suddenly he's very much all about pet names and praise, the deity's words and attention all but stroking beneath his skin to places he's never felt touched despite his many physical escapades.
WE GOT DADDY ISSUES, DADDY ISSUES, CHAOS JUNKIE, MOMMY ISSUES--
Averting his eyes in a manner that might be deemed coy despite the real flutter of nerves he feels at the breath of laughter that ghosts across his cheek, Mateo finds himself smiling despite all else, relaxing into the fingers in his hair, a flush of heat appearing along the bridge of his nose. Even as they straighten, the botanist's lips part as if to ask for a little more time, a little longer to sit in Frey's presence, and like the very roots the god speaks of, he feels something start to anchor within himself, something that will have him at this shrine again in due time - make no doubt about it.
"Thank you," he says, earnest and open as Frey straightens up, as they open their palm and reveal what might give Ever a second chance at the things he wants, if he's brave enough to take it. "Thank you for everything." For the opportunity, for the reward, for hearing him and seeing him. Mateo reaches out with both hands, reverent, and carefully accepts the acorn, cupping it in his palms as carefully as any sapling.
~FIN
WE GOT DADDY ISSUES, DADDY ISSUES, CHAOS JUNKIE, MOMMY ISSUES--
Averting his eyes in a manner that might be deemed coy despite the real flutter of nerves he feels at the breath of laughter that ghosts across his cheek, Mateo finds himself smiling despite all else, relaxing into the fingers in his hair, a flush of heat appearing along the bridge of his nose. Even as they straighten, the botanist's lips part as if to ask for a little more time, a little longer to sit in Frey's presence, and like the very roots the god speaks of, he feels something start to anchor within himself, something that will have him at this shrine again in due time - make no doubt about it.
"Thank you," he says, earnest and open as Frey straightens up, as they open their palm and reveal what might give Ever a second chance at the things he wants, if he's brave enough to take it. "Thank you for everything." For the opportunity, for the reward, for hearing him and seeing him. Mateo reaches out with both hands, reverent, and carefully accepts the acorn, cupping it in his palms as carefully as any sapling.
~FIN
I'm a scholar and a gentleman
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
