He’s not sure himself, why your hands are like a balm to the mara that rages under his skin. Why they feel so soft and warm on his body. Why he craves to be touched by you.

Blade hums softly, tilting his head back into your lap as your fingers glide through the thick strands of his hair. So soft, so delicate.

He’s not a sap, but the words he says when you’re the only presence surrounding him…

“…you’re everything i have… everything i want… need.”