@commedidellarte / Gustang isn't all that different either. It's a miracle in itself that he's managed to turn his life round, as far as can be expected, devotion moves even the most strict of people.
// technically I am multiship with focus on the main ship I got with orestes cause we've been writing dysfunctional pathetic men since dawn of time together
@commedidellarte " You always know just what to say to shut me up. "
Because, after all, Moriarty rarely questioned the poet's actions. If any doubt existed, it was in his own thoughts, when loneliness and the future tried to decide for him.
" I will not be the one to refute that argument. "
It's up to you, then. What would you like for dinner tonight? I'll leave it to you to choose the ingredients.
( Although the professor was a man of strict routines, he tended to be somewhat flexible when it came to living with Dante. )
Your turn.
Perhaps his judgement is clouded by⦠All the poetry he devours.
( But for a moment, Moriarty had hesitated. )
Art is abstract, it often tends to be subjective rather than empirical.
Dark eyes turn crystalline, yielding slightly to the lump in the throat that had held back an entire conversation, it is not fully released, but seeks that same comfort in the poet's arms.
" ...Don't ever leave again, not like this. "
The apology is accepted. It is not resentment that greets Dante, nor is it hatred, but an understanding carved into the balance of fate's scales.
Moriarty offers silent comfort, providing the poet with a companion he savours every night.
Tears are wiped away with the utmost care, he does not stop the weeping, but simply allows it to be
" Dante....My ππππ« Dante.... "
The lamps flicker once more, but their light never fades.