[he takes selfish comfort in roman's hold, the soft scarred skin, the muscle rippling under said skin, his warm supportive voice that can always lull him to sleep like a security blanket. he loves this man probably more than either of them know, and he will take his comforts for as long as he's here. no matter how selfish it is. no matter how much a sinner doesn't deserve to be happy.]

It was Diluc's birthday... I sent him something without telling him it was me.

[man he knew he shouldn't have included that flowering fern blossom. it looked way too much like a small lamp grass...]

I guess this is his way of thanking me, but. After what I said last time I saw him... I just don't understand what that man is thinking.