[ Aoba makes no effort to reply with words formed in the mind, the strain of it too much against the throbbing beats of migraine. There's gratitude though, and it washes over him when the Prince replies. The growing anxiety of not making it to the docks in time is lifted. That much is a relief.
It's a short-lived relief. Hearing another voice in his head, however brief, only adds to the pain. It draws a gasp from his lips, and his spine curls in tighter. Yet some part of him he can't understand wants to hear it again, not for the security or comfort of it, but for the pain intensified. He can't stand it, can barely open his eyes because it, and somehow he wants more.
The connection between them opens, then narrows, and Aoba knows the Prince is on his way. The one craving his voice knows too. ]
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It's a short-lived relief. Hearing another voice in his head, however brief, only adds to the pain. It draws a gasp from his lips, and his spine curls in tighter. Yet some part of him he can't understand wants to hear it again, not for the security or comfort of it, but for the pain intensified. He can't stand it, can barely open his eyes because it, and somehow he wants more.
The connection between them opens, then narrows, and Aoba knows the Prince is on his way. The one craving his voice knows too. ]