He's not received gifts in... years. It is difficult to interpret what this all means but he's not sure that's anything to do with Derek himself or the gift or not. His mind races to find motivation, to work logic and reason into all of this. Derek's words only shake that more so.
To be wanted safe... that was big. To be told so and told so from Derek, that's even more so. But further, it meant there was some level of lack in the safety had now. He wants to believe it ain't so. Derek's a victor, one who's been crushed down in some way even he is aware of it, it could just be paranoia. He's not sure. That's a problem.
The scariest thing of all is that its harder to quantify that bit than it is the surprise and uncertainty of affection. He sheaths the knife and carefully places it back in the box. He turns to Derek then, reaches out to touch a shoulder and, glad for his height, leans in to kiss that of Derek's cheek with threaded lips. A very Capitol thank you perhaps but he's sure Derek will understand that it's no false affection from him.
He steps back, takes up the knife and goes that step further. He wonders... he wonders if can call up the memory... if the feel of a Baton in his hand will match that of the blade. Without unsheathing it, he dares a test. He lets it twirl in his fingers, picking up speed in the air to catch it again, then break down in a slice through the open space before him. His eyes open. They find Derek's again.
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To be wanted safe... that was big. To be told so and told so from Derek, that's even more so. But further, it meant there was some level of lack in the safety had now. He wants to believe it ain't so. Derek's a victor, one who's been crushed down in some way even he is aware of it, it could just be paranoia. He's not sure. That's a problem.
The scariest thing of all is that its harder to quantify that bit than it is the surprise and uncertainty of affection. He sheaths the knife and carefully places it back in the box. He turns to Derek then, reaches out to touch a shoulder and, glad for his height, leans in to kiss that of Derek's cheek with threaded lips. A very Capitol thank you perhaps but he's sure Derek will understand that it's no false affection from him.
He steps back, takes up the knife and goes that step further. He wonders... he wonders if can call up the memory... if the feel of a Baton in his hand will match that of the blade. Without unsheathing it, he dares a test. He lets it twirl in his fingers, picking up speed in the air to catch it again, then break down in a slice through the open space before him. His eyes open. They find Derek's again.