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Cionent stared up at the ceiling as the dark blue haired temple knight slept next to him. He knew what was going to happen next, it always happens. “You didn’t seem into it”, “Why didn’t you look at me?” as the Elezen stirred beside him he dreaded the coming conversation. He stared up at the ceiling, Quimperain beside him yawning gently and slowly turning to look at him.
He felt his heart in his throat. Quimperain was a regular of his, he saw him at least once a week, sometimes more and he always wanted to force small talk afterwards. Something Cionent just, wasn’t into or wanted. He didn’t want to talk about his life, he didn’t want to tell this man his story, why he does what he does. One look at him and it should be clear enough, blind in one eye, scars littering his hands and body, what was there to even say? He could see his story.
“Cionent?” Quimperian murmured softly, reaching out to touch his pale face.
The black and blue haired Elezen turned his face away. Here we go. The same song and dance they do every time they meet. Cionent looked at the wall, Quimperain’s hand falling on the bed behind him. He could feel the knight stir, he was moving closer. Cionent couldn’t help but tense up, Quimperain was the only ones of his clients who did this. Others would simply leave the gil on the table and leave, but not him. He insisted on staying, trying to chat and cuddle up to him.
“Cionent? Cionent look at me” Quimperain whispered softly, placing a hand on Cionent’s bare back. Cionent felt him run his hand along one of his scars, slowly, he could feel himself relaxing at the knights touch. Sensing Cionent relaxing, Quimperain pulled him back and away from the wall, tugging him close into his arms and nuzzling his face into the crook between his neck and shoulder. “I know you don’t want to hear it, so I won’t say it, instead…I will just lay here, holding you like this, and hope you can feel what I feel”
Slowly Cionent melted into his arms and closed his eyes.
“I know that when you are ready, you will let me in, until then…please, let me stay here with you, even just a little longer” Quimperain whispered in to his ear.
Cionent opened his eyes and glanced over his shoulder before rolling in Quimperain’s arms and snuggling into his chest. “Not a word” Cionent mumbled, closing his eyes once more.
Shocked, the knight wrapped his arms tightly around Cionent and rested his chin on his head. Not a word.