Jamie buries his face against Cullen's chest like he might smother himself there. It's funny to think that months ago this conversation might have seemed impossible. Such a rocky start for such a soft landing now. Jamie doesn't know what to do with the sentiment, almost afraid of it. What does Cullen mean by it? They're dear friends, certainly, but--
He pushes it out of his mind. He shouldn't wonder, just accept the sweetness offered, regardless of measure or intensity.
Especially after seeing who he'd been, he has a soft spot for him that is persistent and unlikely to go anywhere regardless of what happens, barring persistent abuse. He continues to stroke his hair for a little bit and bends to press a kiss to the top of his head.
"Spring is on the way. Here-ish. I know you must be excited. Do you have any grand plans?" He'd very much like to see him in his element.
"I should throw a party," he says after a moment, once he's gotten his voice a bit more under control. "We had them all through the season, but always something big revel for the equinox, which is when power changes hands, and then something else for Beltane. Everyone wanted invites to the Spring Revels, the Court really goes all out."
He misses it dearly by the sound of things. He sighs and rests his head on Cullen's shoulder.
"I'll have to see if Dorian will help me arrange something big. It'll be strange organizing a revel by myself."
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Jamie buries his face against Cullen's chest like he might smother himself there. It's funny to think that months ago this conversation might have seemed impossible. Such a rocky start for such a soft landing now. Jamie doesn't know what to do with the sentiment, almost afraid of it. What does Cullen mean by it? They're dear friends, certainly, but--
He pushes it out of his mind. He shouldn't wonder, just accept the sweetness offered, regardless of measure or intensity.
"Thank you," he murmurs.
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"Spring is on the way. Here-ish. I know you must be excited. Do you have any grand plans?" He'd very much like to see him in his element.
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He misses it dearly by the sound of things. He sighs and rests his head on Cullen's shoulder.
"I'll have to see if Dorian will help me arrange something big. It'll be strange organizing a revel by myself."