[Hands caught in Ion's, unable to do anything to distract himself from his friend's second onslaught of kindness in so many minutes, Luke just bows his head, trying to ignore the heat rising to his ears. His expression isn't quite a smile—it seems more like he just doesn't know how to react, much less handle such a wash of praise.
Or maybe, it was just because it was Ion. Hadn't he felt similar when they'd first met? Even back then, Ion had managed to stop him in his tracks with a simple kindness. And every time after... every time.]
I-Ion...
[Slowly, he pulls his hands loose from their smaller counterparts--
[Instinctively, a few different responses come to mind. He could thank Luke, as well, in return. He could apologize for putting him in this place, under these conditions, even if they could ultimately lead to his survival. He could apologize for all the things that happened that led their respective paths on Auldrant.
But none of those are the right thing to say. Maybe there isn't a right thing.
So Ion returns the embrace with ease, breathing slowly.]
Except for the waves on the shore, and the breath between them, it's completely quiet. His mind, for once, is quiet, too. A pleasant white noise, and nothing else.
Ion was... soft. Or maybe that was his robes? It was hard to tell where everything started and stopped. Closing his eyes, Luke breaths in through his nose, exhaling a quiet, relaxed breath with a smile.]
[Unable to help being startled, Ion pulls back, but only enough to look at him properly, so his arms are still at Luke's sides. Even with the surprise on his own face, Ion breaks out in a smile, and then a laugh.]
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Or maybe, it was just because it was Ion. Hadn't he felt similar when they'd first met? Even back then, Ion had managed to stop him in his tracks with a simple kindness. And every time after... every time.]
I-Ion...
[Slowly, he pulls his hands loose from their smaller counterparts--
--and wraps them around Ion, instead.]
...Thanks.
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But none of those are the right thing to say. Maybe there isn't a right thing.
So Ion returns the embrace with ease, breathing slowly.]
It's only what I see.
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Except for the waves on the shore, and the breath between them, it's completely quiet. His mind, for once, is quiet, too. A pleasant white noise, and nothing else.
Ion was... soft. Or maybe that was his robes? It was hard to tell where everything started and stopped. Closing his eyes, Luke breaths in through his nose, exhaling a quiet, relaxed breath with a smile.]
...You smell nice.
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Wait. Was that weird? Was that a weird thing to say? His eyes open again, suddenly strangely aware of his situation.
Was this weird? Was he being really weird?]
Uh.
In a good way.
[Idiot!!!]
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Is...that so? Can I ask how?
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...
he reflexively reaches one hand behind his head, scratching it nondescriptly, face slowly turning red.]
Like a... like fresh laundry?
[he groans as soon as he's said it, covering his face with a hand.]
...Could you possibly just forget I said anything at all?
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[He's arrived: Ion, sassy edition. He laughs again, bowing his head as his shoulders shake in mirth.]
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Arrgh! Just don't tell anyone, okay?!