[ Loki has spent lifetimes touch and affection-starved; a year of rotating schedules between Alexandrie's own needs and roughly half that time of Sylvie's hot-and-cold affections have only worked to confirm for Loki what he'd already suspected. That he needed people more deeply than he'd ever allowed himself to realize. That touch and care and pleasure and companionship were all so tightly wound around one another that he often couldn't separate them very well.
Not that he always saw any point in trying.
He smiles when Mobius does, albeit for slightly different reasons. No one has been in his bed since Alexandrie left for Orlais. Sylvie has her own space, for one, and they've been at odds for another. Thus, Loki has been sleeping entirely alone and struggling with it, nightmares aside.
He squeezes the hand in his own. ]
I like the sound of all of that. [ For the record. He gives Mobius' hand a little tug and starts to lead them out of the room, toward the stairs, and up to his bedroom. ]
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Not that he always saw any point in trying.
He smiles when Mobius does, albeit for slightly different reasons. No one has been in his bed since Alexandrie left for Orlais. Sylvie has her own space, for one, and they've been at odds for another. Thus, Loki has been sleeping entirely alone and struggling with it, nightmares aside.
He squeezes the hand in his own. ]
I like the sound of all of that. [ For the record. He gives Mobius' hand a little tug and starts to lead them out of the room, toward the stairs, and up to his bedroom. ]