[ from his spreading smile came a flash of teeth that falco can barely contain behind his lips. not only was it made by his own hands (the type of gift that came with not only thought, but grand effort), it was made to ward off nightmares, with paleblood (was it paul’s, too? oh—). this had quickly become precious to him, and falco’s hold on the little falcon is tender with care, cupping its legs and floppy wings. the silence, the ugly entity living within the boy greatly dislikes this— but because paul has put in falco’s hands a beacon of hope and comfort. a possibility of prolonged peace, and in fact, a ward to strengthen his guard from loneliness, despair and fright. everything that may give force to corruption, and consequently, the entity.
he’s overjoyed. he’s overjoyed that he’s received a gift, and one so helpful to him, so cherished. ]
Thank you, [ he starts, nearly breathless, but starts again with more energy to express the warm rattling his heart beats. ] thank you so much, Mister Paul.
[ had that been enough? to express just how special this was for him? he can hardly let this thing go now, and adds, almost meekly: ]
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he’s overjoyed. he’s overjoyed that he’s received a gift, and one so helpful to him, so cherished. ]
Thank you, [ he starts, nearly breathless, but starts again with more energy to express the warm rattling his heart beats. ] thank you so much, Mister Paul.
[ had that been enough? to express just how special this was for him? he can hardly let this thing go now, and adds, almost meekly: ]
I love it.