[ Kaspar feels he has said enough of his feelings for now, though his quiet hum might be recognized as one someday as subtle disagreement He smoothes the dark hair disrupted by his fingers.
He tilts another sip back, tracking the morning birds with his eyes. Trusting van Zieks came surprisingly easy for Kaspar. It might be his honesty, or that sense of unselfish justice, that draws him in. Now really isn't the time to argue that ignorance does not always make one wrong, nor does less make things clearer in every respect.
There is no initial reaction to the admission, besides Kaspar's gaze returning to van Zieks as the other man looks away from him. His expression is calm, eyes as if grey skies could be bright. Understanding is there too, bubbling up from the familiar twist in his gut. Van Zieks wouldn't feel the need to tell him this, as though it were something to be kept secret, if both of their homes were more like this island.
Kaspar's hand falls, grazing knuckles lightly down a cheek until his other hand joins him in fussing over his collar instead. ]
I believe... We are free to have interest in whomever we like, here.
[ Hands flattening against van Zieks to pause, Kaspar tries to explain for the first time to anyone-- ]
Though... would you consider it strange, then, that I find beauty in both?
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[ Kaspar feels he has said enough of his feelings for now, though his quiet hum might be recognized as one someday as subtle disagreement He smoothes the dark hair disrupted by his fingers.
He tilts another sip back, tracking the morning birds with his eyes. Trusting van Zieks came surprisingly easy for Kaspar. It might be his honesty, or that sense of unselfish justice, that draws him in. Now really isn't the time to argue that ignorance does not always make one wrong, nor does less make things clearer in every respect.
There is no initial reaction to the admission, besides Kaspar's gaze returning to van Zieks as the other man looks away from him. His expression is calm, eyes as if grey skies could be bright. Understanding is there too, bubbling up from the familiar twist in his gut. Van Zieks wouldn't feel the need to tell him this, as though it were something to be kept secret, if both of their homes were more like this island.
Kaspar's hand falls, grazing knuckles lightly down a cheek until his other hand joins him in fussing over his collar instead. ]
I believe... We are free to have interest in whomever we like, here.
[ Hands flattening against van Zieks to pause, Kaspar tries to explain for the first time to anyone-- ]
Though... would you consider it strange, then, that I find beauty in both?