bladeascent | Sticks & Bones // IC Inbox

"Ticklish"? No, I... Ain told me that was the feeling of happiness. And I think that's what I'm feeling?

[ Realistically, Vildred could've given him literally anything. A coat, some jewelry, a rock, some paper - he would've been happy with any of it, even if some of those things he doesn't care for. But it isn't the gift that makes him happy, it's the thought that Vildred is thinking of him... ]

Is that was tickling does?

[Oh... ohhh. Oh. That's... really sweet, actually...? This is how he's learning his emotions, huh? Through physical sensations like this? Vildred is just glad he's figuring it out, honestly.]

That makes a lot more sense. I'm glad you like it. I thought of you when I saw it.

[He laughs again, gently taking one of the leaves from Ras' hands and brushing over Ras' cheeks with it. Tickle tickle!]

Tickling can make some people laugh. I'm pretty ticklish. Other people don't like it because it doesn't feel good to them. Those people probably wouldn't describe happiness as "tickling" them.

I see. Is it because I wear white clothes? I suppose you and I contrast in that regard...

[ He just sort of leans into Vildred's hand when he brushes the leaf over him, clearly not understanding the assignment. ]

...How complex. [ Humans have so much going on! Ras is not complaining, of course. It's their complexity that he finds fascinating. But... he just doesn't understand it all that well yet. ] I think... for me, happiness is... when you smile? [ That is to say, he's happy when Vildred is happy, but Vildred is welcome to interpret this however his homophobic mind wants to- ]

[Vildred's homophobic brain interprets this in the most oblivious way possible, with a bright smile and a—]

Thanks, Ras. I'm happy when you smile too.

[He's going to have to get over himself eventually. For now, the leaf gets discarded to the cavern floor.]

The happiest I've been in a while is knowing you escaped that place, though. Honestly, if you didn't make it up to the peak, I would've charged back into that place looking for you.

…I am hardly surprised to hear, but I do hope you would not put yourself in harm’s way for my sake. [ Ah, Vildred. There’s only one thing Ras wants changed about him. Bc it’s this. ] Besides, I promise not to leave you be if I can help it. For now, you don’t have to worry about that. Are you warm enough?

I could be warmer, I suppose, but I'll live. That's what the two jackets are for.

[...but they were holding hands earlier, so Vildred sticks his hands out for Ras knowingly. Already whipped... sigh.]

[ Great! He's going to hold Vildred's hands sandwiched between his own and hold them close to his chest like ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ ]

H-hey, is it okay for my hands to be that close to the stone in your chest? What if I break something?

[As if he ever Would.]

You do not mistake me for being made of glass, do you?

[ Local rock offended! (Not really) ]

If I was not confident about this, I would not be doing it. Do not fret, Vildred.

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