[ For once, Merrick is content to let the kiss stay gentle and slow. He melts into Metaari's arms, content and safe, so long as they stay in this warm little pocket of the world they'd found.
He should say something back, he knows, it's just-- he hates words, he always has, and those words are difficult to say in particular. They get tangled up inside his throat, tacky and clunky and they're never enough to describe how he feels, and by the time he lets them escape he'll have already expressed himself otherwise.
Still, there has to be something he can say. He thinks of it almost immediately: what else could he say to the man that has stayed by his side even through some of the ugliest times of his life?
Once he feels he can break away he lets their lips separate, but he stays close, so they're nose to nose. His hands are on either side of Metaari's face, thumbs gently caressing it-- and for the first time in years, he switches to the language he has actively resisted for most of his life. ]
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Date: 2016-05-24 04:50 am (UTC)He should say something back, he knows, it's just-- he hates words, he always has, and those words are difficult to say in particular. They get tangled up inside his throat, tacky and clunky and they're never enough to describe how he feels, and by the time he lets them escape he'll have already expressed himself otherwise.
Still, there has to be something he can say. He thinks of it almost immediately: what else could he say to the man that has stayed by his side even through some of the ugliest times of his life?
Once he feels he can break away he lets their lips separate, but he stays close, so they're nose to nose. His hands are on either side of Metaari's face, thumbs gently caressing it-- and for the first time in years, he switches to the language he has actively resisted for most of his life. ]
Ma serannas, emma lath. For everything.