[ Aymeric breathed in deep, the salt and dirt and the lingering coppery scent of blood on Cain's skin, and leaned into his touch, eyes falling closed. ]
I— thank you.
[ He lowered Cain's hand as his other came up to cup the back of Cain's own neck, but the motion was different — rougher, more urgent, taut with restraint. He flexed his fingers deliberately; his hand slid down to rest on Cain's shoulder.
They could think of a miracle. There was something he didn't want to forget: ]
Tell me what romaniya is, before it slips my mind.
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I— thank you.
[ He lowered Cain's hand as his other came up to cup the back of Cain's own neck, but the motion was different — rougher, more urgent, taut with restraint. He flexed his fingers deliberately; his hand slid down to rest on Cain's shoulder.
They could think of a miracle. There was something he didn't want to forget: ]
Tell me what romaniya is, before it slips my mind.