[ the unexpected contact has Messmer stiffen slightly in surprise, still unused to receiving it openly - or at all, really. But he doesn't resist, and when Verso squeezes his hand tight, he finds his fingers curling at Verso's wrist. One of the winged serpents slithers its way down Messmer's arm, tongue flickering curiously at Verso's knuckles.
His heart - he's this serious about it; the phrase makes his stomach squirm with anxiety and awe alike. He's earned none of this; he doesn't deserve it. Doubtless that's why he still wants to run. It's hard to believe that something like this could happen to him, after all these years of suffering. Verso is untouched by gold, but there's surely Grace in him all his own. ]
... Thou art captivating as the divine, [ he says quietly, almost humbly, in lieu of a response, his golden eye fixed firmly on Verso as if he's certain he'll find that holiness. ]
(guy who has only had feelings for rellana) getting some serious rellana vibes from this
His heart - he's this serious about it; the phrase makes his stomach squirm with anxiety and awe alike. He's earned none of this; he doesn't deserve it. Doubtless that's why he still wants to run. It's hard to believe that something like this could happen to him, after all these years of suffering. Verso is untouched by gold, but there's surely Grace in him all his own. ]
... Thou art captivating as the divine, [ he says quietly, almost humbly, in lieu of a response, his golden eye fixed firmly on Verso as if he's certain he'll find that holiness. ]