To be blessed with such a staunch ally in this moment—
[ In the present where holding onto someone and having them hold onto you (an embrace thick as thieves, close as cohorts, familiar as friends, and... an unidentifiable something else, something more) is the truest expression of faith and trust, the peace which the Director hopes to grant to everyone. (Even if, beyond the warmth of close proximity, the way Lapis holds to his arm with both her hands leaves his heart aflutter like the wings of a dove.)
This is--... ]
—it makes my heart glad.
[ ...a reprieve which he'd needed, but would have never taken for himself. ]
So then, let us be off, our mission now well underway...!
[ As they stealth through the corridors and to the sandwich buffet, side-stepping errant staff members and diplomats with what may have passed for elegant turns of dance, before 'rescuing' their duly-earned dinner fare. And then? An escort mission! Seeing the sandwiches carefully back to the Director's suite of rooms is an equally exciting task, a test of how long Sion might be able to maintain the cloaking technology which safeguards them both, the barrier lifting (glimmering out of existence) no sooner than he swipes the key-card at the entryway. ]
...and a resounding success, I'd say.
[ And into the suite they go, Sion murmuring words which he never before thought he might have the chance to say to anyone: please make yourself at home. ]
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[ In the present where holding onto someone and having them hold onto you (an embrace thick as thieves, close as cohorts, familiar as friends, and... an unidentifiable something else, something more) is the truest expression of faith and trust, the peace which the Director hopes to grant to everyone. (Even if, beyond the warmth of close proximity, the way Lapis holds to his arm with both her hands leaves his heart aflutter like the wings of a dove.)
This is--... ]
—it makes my heart glad.
[ ...a reprieve which he'd needed, but would have never taken for himself. ]
So then, let us be off, our mission now well underway...!
[ As they stealth through the corridors and to the sandwich buffet, side-stepping errant staff members and diplomats with what may have passed for elegant turns of dance, before 'rescuing' their duly-earned dinner fare. And then? An escort mission! Seeing the sandwiches carefully back to the Director's suite of rooms is an equally exciting task, a test of how long Sion might be able to maintain the cloaking technology which safeguards them both, the barrier lifting (glimmering out of existence) no sooner than he swipes the key-card at the entryway. ]
...and a resounding success, I'd say.
[ And into the suite they go, Sion murmuring words which he never before thought he might have the chance to say to anyone: please make yourself at home. ]