[ Close his eyes, and Clive can still feel the weight of Joshua's sword touching against his shoulders, against his hair. Before he was the second Dominant of Fire, Clive was Joshua's First Shield― even now, Clive thinks that Ifrit burns brightest when Clive channels the Firebird's blessing alongside it.
Twin flames, bound to each other. Their mouths meet, and the fullness of his heart is ruined only by the reality that they have to part.
A moment to steady himself, and Clive returns the smile with one of his own. ]
Too jealous, and liable to burn Whitewyrm to the ground if my attention wanders.
[ An impossibility. He would sooner break his hands than be forced to touch someone who isn't Joshua; not even the most potent aphrodisiac mixed into his drink could entice him to bed someone else. ]
I love you, [ is a low murmur, almost a promise. He turns to leave, and the distance he has to make grows more and more unbearable with each step. ] Take care, and rest. You'll ever be on my mind.
[ And with that, he gives his brother one last glance over his shoulder before closing the door behind him.
(Gods above and below, Clive has no idea when he's become so weak. Just one plank of wood between him and Joshua, and he already fucking aches. This doesn't bode well for, well, the rest of his life.) ]
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Twin flames, bound to each other. Their mouths meet, and the fullness of his heart is ruined only by the reality that they have to part.
A moment to steady himself, and Clive returns the smile with one of his own. ]
Too jealous, and liable to burn Whitewyrm to the ground if my attention wanders.
[ An impossibility. He would sooner break his hands than be forced to touch someone who isn't Joshua; not even the most potent aphrodisiac mixed into his drink could entice him to bed someone else. ]
I love you, [ is a low murmur, almost a promise. He turns to leave, and the distance he has to make grows more and more unbearable with each step. ] Take care, and rest. You'll ever be on my mind.
[ And with that, he gives his brother one last glance over his shoulder before closing the door behind him.
(Gods above and below, Clive has no idea when he's become so weak. Just one plank of wood between him and Joshua, and he already fucking aches. This doesn't bode well for, well, the rest of his life.) ]