Who: Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) and various When: Throughout Mareuer Where: Throughout the city What: Lots of things Warnings: Check thread headers for specifics
[ And he lets himself be drawn in. Not only because he feels too tired to object, but because he doesn't want to and really... he wants this. Even if it's just for a moment. So, with letting his head fall against the dragon's shoulder, he smiles as eyes fall shut, a quiet hum thrumming within the back of his throat. ]
[ He lingers for a bit longer, stroking his back for a moment before moving to sit beside him. There's plenty he could say to reassure him about what's to come, but he doesn't say anything at all. In the end, it's meaningless to say such things. Berserker settles for giving him more physical comfort -- that says far more than any words possibly can. ]
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I know.
[ He can feel it through the bond. ]
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