[There was a time, once, when Theo tried to reason away why Willem was the way he was. Before he decided that no matter what it was that caused it, that shaped him, it didn't matter. There were times when he tried to assume that Willem's inability to love him unconditionally was the fault of his own actions, or the actions of the world around them. That maybe he did care for Theo life after life, but something drove him to be callous with it; to wager and sell his love away for other things. Reasons why he'd treat him like a pet, doting on him but never truly being devoted to him. That's what Zephir embodies to him, even now, when Theo ends up resting against him in the shower.
He knows this dance and routine. He knows it too well.]
And I see you brought it to me.
[Soft sarcasm, as Theo stares forward at bath tiles before closing his eyes, tilting back his head and letting the warm spray wash over his skin. Affection is a good currency to sway Theo with, giving it back in a similarly shallow way - they mean nothing to each other and they know it, yet...]
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He knows this dance and routine. He knows it too well.]
And I see you brought it to me.
[Soft sarcasm, as Theo stares forward at bath tiles before closing his eyes, tilting back his head and letting the warm spray wash over his skin. Affection is a good currency to sway Theo with, giving it back in a similarly shallow way - they mean nothing to each other and they know it, yet...]
Keep it. My memento to you.