His eyes drifted to look away from her for a moment as he considered. He wouldn't...would he? But what if she was wrong? What if he hurt her, breaking her in his grip? That would be horrible, he had nightmares of it, tormenting him along side the normal nightmares trolls had during their slumber. The idea of her falling limp in his arms was terrifying, but, if she said that it was not what would happen, and if it as so widely believed then perhaps?
Equius stepped closer, feeling himself shaking as he moved to her, soon standing so close he had to look down to still see his dear moirail. She was writhing, was that in fear? No, she...she was excited, as excited as he should be right now, but all he felt was fear. Fear that he would hurt her, fear that she would stop breathing and it would be his fault.
"If you say so...Nepeta..." He managed to force out, his voice rasped as it left his lips. Equius held up his arms on either side of her, his hands out, fingers spread, an action he had never taken with anyone before, ever, within all he sweeps. For a moment he merely stood still, unable to move any further, his arms lingering on either side of her. It would be okay, this was...all right. He licked his lips and bit down as he curled forward, wrapped his arms around her and starting an embrace. He put such careful effort into the action, and realized...he needed to put more force into it to even get his arms fully around her. His face pulled an expression of surprise, realizing this. Normally Equius had to put little to no effort in anything to do even the hardest of strength related tasks, but now, he had to put more effort in.
His arms linked around her more, pulling her tighter to him and he started to feel his face heat up. Quickly Equius pushed it into her dark, unruly hair, his eyes welling up behind his glasses. Strong men don't cry, no, he wouldn't, he would just tighten his arms around her more, feeling her warmth on his chest and in his grasp, living, breathing, unharmed, he couldn't... He couldn't describe the feeling he had right now, his eyes closing tight, stopping anything from getting through.
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Equius stepped closer, feeling himself shaking as he moved to her, soon standing so close he had to look down to still see his dear moirail. She was writhing, was that in fear? No, she...she was excited, as excited as he should be right now, but all he felt was fear. Fear that he would hurt her, fear that she would stop breathing and it would be his fault.
"If you say so...Nepeta..." He managed to force out, his voice rasped as it left his lips. Equius held up his arms on either side of her, his hands out, fingers spread, an action he had never taken with anyone before, ever, within all he sweeps. For a moment he merely stood still, unable to move any further, his arms lingering on either side of her. It would be okay, this was...all right. He licked his lips and bit down as he curled forward, wrapped his arms around her and starting an embrace. He put such careful effort into the action, and realized...he needed to put more force into it to even get his arms fully around her. His face pulled an expression of surprise, realizing this. Normally Equius had to put little to no effort in anything to do even the hardest of strength related tasks, but now, he had to put more effort in.
His arms linked around her more, pulling her tighter to him and he started to feel his face heat up. Quickly Equius pushed it into her dark, unruly hair, his eyes welling up behind his glasses. Strong men don't cry, no, he wouldn't, he would just tighten his arms around her more, feeling her warmth on his chest and in his grasp, living, breathing, unharmed, he couldn't... He couldn't describe the feeling he had right now, his eyes closing tight, stopping anything from getting through.