[ Court. Bellamy's only envisioning of what that might entail has been gleaned from books and from his brief exposure to Polis. The kind of luxury implied in the Darkling's statement feels as unreal as the tales he's read in his novels. He rides out a brief shiver of contentment at the slip of fingers, the squeeze of a shoulder, but he allows the break. He's trying to get better at separating the impulses that are his own need for contact and what's rooted in the bond between broodmates, but it's not always possible for him not to feel it. ]
It sounds...beautiful.
[ Is that the correct word? Bellamy feels like it's too humble, but simplicity is all he has to offer. ]
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It sounds...beautiful.
[ Is that the correct word? Bellamy feels like it's too humble, but simplicity is all he has to offer. ]
Why don't you join them?