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You do. I am dancing again.

[ it is fear, but he keeps his hand open. he knows what he wants and it is all in a matter of saying it. ]

I care for you. Deeply. More than I have let myself care for someone in a long while. I have closed myself for too long... [ and he has been pried open like an oyster, been shown softness and care. from nott first, and then from jester's teasing words, from the passage of blood from palm to palm, from beauregard and her acknowledging every word from his mouth, from start to finish. in time, essek will have to know these words as well, and part of him fears that the most. what weapons, these words are. ] ... and I would like to open up again. To you. In this moment. I wish to know you deeper, more than anyone else.

[ his eyes draw up briefly before focusing just at essek's shoulder, as the curve of his ear, a place to rest his eyes that isn't direct contact because he can only draw his teeth over his lip, suck in a breath.

jester's smut makes this look so easy, but neither of them is in the throes of passion, no one is on the brink of death in the other's arms, they are merely two men sitting on a couch in a dim room and caleb feels all his words fail him. ]

I would like to allow you into my heart. [ he lifts his other hand up, presses it to his own chest over his heart which throbs painfully almost. ] That is what I want. I want you to know me and I... want to know you, I am... fond of you. [ a stifled laugh at himself, words fail him ] Very fond. You are different from anyone I have met before. I did not think I would ever come across someone who understands me so fully in such a short amount of time. I want more... I wish to explore our possibilities together. Every fathom and depth.

[ like the ocean, dark and unknown, but full of wonder. ]

Love has not found me in years, but it finds me now. That is my truth.

[ the word sits heavy on his tongue, like a wax seal over his fate. ]