[ For a moment, Erich just appreciates the feeling of Themis against him. Breathing, warm, solid. Depending and trusting in him. One hand moves to cup the back of his head, just to hold him there and stroke his hair the way he likes. ]
Thank you. Thank you. I love you.
[ He's never so eloquent, but his words still hold the weight of his emotion. He wants this. Wants Themis, more than anything in the universe. ]
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Thank you. Thank you. I love you.
[ He's never so eloquent, but his words still hold the weight of his emotion. He wants this. Wants Themis, more than anything in the universe. ]