Gaius -- in his smalls as suspected -- moves from his bedroll, and retrieves a few things. In the dark, he asks: "Do you know how you like to be touched? Or have you simply been held apart, all this time?"
It's sad; even Gaius has known the loving comfort of being in someone's arms, of kissing a lover good morning and good night, of carrying a lover's token with him on early deployments, before he rose through the ranks. Sure, they were secret and quiet, but it was still love, it still sparked passion. The Dragoon is a living weapon and that...
...That's something Gaius has always tried to avoid making his people into. Yes, soldiers serve and die, but they still have lives and families, if they are lucky.
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Date: 2022-08-15 09:10 pm (UTC)It's sad; even Gaius has known the loving comfort of being in someone's arms, of kissing a lover good morning and good night, of carrying a lover's token with him on early deployments, before he rose through the ranks. Sure, they were secret and quiet, but it was still love, it still sparked passion. The Dragoon is a living weapon and that...
...That's something Gaius has always tried to avoid making his people into. Yes, soldiers serve and die, but they still have lives and families, if they are lucky.