Oh hey, guess what? Another one!

(Oof, I hope you feel better)

De’Tearion stared at Jackie, shocked, but bashful as well. No one had ever been concerned about his safety. No one that had been able to help him, at least. It was relieving to finally have someone who, at least, wanted to help, and who was also actually helping him.

He was too distracted by his thoughts to notice Jackie turn. When she grabbed his hand, he jolted, startled out of his thoughts. He quickly calmed though when he realized it was just Jackie’s hand. Her lovely, comforting hand.

“I have never known such kindnesses as you have shown me,”De’Tearion breathed, his tone appreciative.

He wrapped her hand with his other one, his long fingers tenderly caressing the back of her hand.

De’Tearion paused at her words, a resigned sigh escaping him. He should’ve expected it. After all, she had mentioned previously that she wasn’t a kind woman. But, it still stung.

“What motives?”he asked quietly, withdrawing his hands and turning away.

He could likely already guess. So many women had tried to use or manipulate him, and so many people in general had tried to kill him. Rarely was it anything else.

De’Tearion listened, turning back to stare at her, confusion in his eyes. He then sighed.

“Then, it be selfish not, for a desire for companionship be not a selfish thing. We also desire the same thing,”he mentioned softly.

He snorted,”I have no titles or wealth to give, even if you did wish for them. All of that be in the past. And, my past be why I am, admittedly, paranoid.”

“It can indeed be complicated,”he said.

De’Tearion hummed, then chirped and shrugged.

He watched her for a moment, then gently grabbed her still outstretched hand, cradling it like he had been only minutes ago.

De’Tearion noticed her smile, and he replied with a shy smile of his own.

“I do indeed. ‘Tis comforting, and I have had little comfort in my long life. ‘Tis also why I enjoy holding others, though… I believe being held would serve as better comfort, yet ‘tis been a long time since someone has held me,”he said quietly, gently caressing her hand with his thumb.

(Bump)

(You’re good. I just got over the flu, so no worries)

(Oh, my lungs were the least of it. My sinuses hated me with a passion [though, they already do anyway because of allergies, so yeah. Fuck my sinuses, lol])

(Oof. Lucky sucker, I wish my sinuses were that lenient, lol)

(Same, lmao!)

(Bump. Just double-checking, in case)

(Okay)

(Here it is)

(Waves. I noticed, lol. You’re good)

(Shrugs. Mere technicality, lol)
(Yeah. I’ve got 10 to reply to right now, and I’m on once a day approximately. Though, my allergies are to blame right now)

(‘not quite able to form sentences because her writer is a dumbass.’)
(The fuck, lol?)