It's not a complicated thing, or something that asks for anything from Dan Heng in return. Caelus can't claim to know what's in Dan Heng's heart, but he thinks the young man has probably had enough of that — enough of people needing things from him, demanding redemption and absolution for his birthright, or the man that people knew once upon a time as Dan Feng. He just likes Dan Heng. That's all. When he whines about wanting attention, it's not really in a way where Dan Heng is obligated to give it. But it's nice that he will, sometimes, when he's feeling indulgent.
He likes Dan Heng, so it doesn't really bother him that Dan Heng doesn't really have furniture for them to sit on. It's whatever. Male living space. Caelus's room isn't that much better except that he has an elevated bed like March's, so the grey-haired Trailblazer sits down on the floor across from his draconic companion, his long legs loosely askew in front of him.
He takes the teacup closer to him, not quite drinking from it just yet. He lets the heat from the cup warm his palms, taking a deep breath of the floral scent of chamomile wafting up from its surface. ]
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It's not a complicated thing, or something that asks for anything from Dan Heng in return. Caelus can't claim to know what's in Dan Heng's heart, but he thinks the young man has probably had enough of that — enough of people needing things from him, demanding redemption and absolution for his birthright, or the man that people knew once upon a time as Dan Feng. He just likes Dan Heng. That's all. When he whines about wanting attention, it's not really in a way where Dan Heng is obligated to give it. But it's nice that he will, sometimes, when he's feeling indulgent.
He likes Dan Heng, so it doesn't really bother him that Dan Heng doesn't really have furniture for them to sit on. It's whatever. Male living space. Caelus's room isn't that much better except that he has an elevated bed like March's, so the grey-haired Trailblazer sits down on the floor across from his draconic companion, his long legs loosely askew in front of him.
He takes the teacup closer to him, not quite drinking from it just yet. He lets the heat from the cup warm his palms, taking a deep breath of the floral scent of chamomile wafting up from its surface. ]
Can I curl up in your lap?
[ ...Okay, maybe he's being annoyingly needy. ]