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Nereus feels a certain fondness for Caspar, enjoying the idea of having someone to indulge in simple palace pleasures with. He isn’t immune to that waist or those eyes… and he is right delightful to tease—and even more delightful to kiss.
This longing consumes my every thought and word, captivates, stirs; not a day passes that I do not yearn for him to be rested beside me, beneath the willows; quiet, still, as we always were. Unspoken… gentle, those times were. A peace I have found nowhere else.
It was he, always he, with his honey colored hair and soulful eyes. You’d think them mournful, but they aren’t, always. His head is lost somewhere, up in the heavens, but his heart is ever present. It feels as though our hearts were swapped, really; his of sorrow and mine of hope, but I suppose a soul doesn’t fit a face. He is a light all his own, in a special sort of way.