[Will nuzzles and Cor sighs softly. His arm slides back around the smaller man, drawing him in close, tilting his head to rest his cheek against violet hair.]
And you give me far too much.
[But isn't that some of the appeal? That Will encourages him and believes in him. Not the Marshal. Not the Immortal. Just Cor. Not because he's a well trained soldier but because, somehow, Will thinks he's a good man.
It's all a little too much but not in an overwhelming or panic inducing kind of way... but a way that makes his insides go all fluttery and-
Well it makes him want to try. To be more than just a tool but someone deserving of all this bewildering affection Will bestows on him.]
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And you give me far too much.
[But isn't that some of the appeal? That Will encourages him and believes in him. Not the Marshal. Not the Immortal. Just Cor. Not because he's a well trained soldier but because, somehow, Will thinks he's a good man.
It's all a little too much but not in an overwhelming or panic inducing kind of way... but a way that makes his insides go all fluttery and-
Well it makes him want to try. To be more than just a tool but someone deserving of all this bewildering affection Will bestows on him.]