[ Dan Heng's long fingers vary in the type of petting: soft strokes with his palm against Caelus' cheek, a rub of his thumb against his temple, or rubbing just behind his ear where his hair is softer. they're all freer here than they are anywhere else, but there are hardships here, too, and he knows it's hard on Caelus at times. it makes it all the more important to embrace soft moments like this, where the voices in both their heads numb gently in favor of gentle touches. ]

... I don't ever feel that regal or lordly. [ he admits, quietly. admittedly he feels rather awkward, but it's nice that Caelus sees him that way. that form had always been more like a curse. ] I like that you see who I am, all the same.

[ while Caelus' eyes are blissfully shut, something sneakily slips between his hip and sheets, wrapping in a loop around his waist through the smallest opening there. scales brush against his bare skin, warm and smooth, as he makes himself comfortable. ]

Weren't you going to write something?