Devero considers his cup, and then shakes his head. He's had a few already. Best play it safe.
--Especially since Koumyou's words make him tear up. By the time the train had tethered him, he'd-- realized that Valdana was never going to claim him, was never going to bind herself to him that way. Their relationship as Madame and boy was enough-- him being bound to her without reciprocation was enough. Her owning him was enough.
He'd stopped daydreaming about his perfect claiming ceremony. Even if they'd had one, it would have been to her tastes, just like everything else about him, about them, that she'd arranged to her tastes.
His throat, he finds, is too tight to speak. All he can do is nod.
cw: abuse trauma
--Especially since Koumyou's words make him tear up. By the time the train had tethered him, he'd-- realized that Valdana was never going to claim him, was never going to bind herself to him that way. Their relationship as Madame and boy was enough-- him being bound to her without reciprocation was enough. Her owning him was enough.
He'd stopped daydreaming about his perfect claiming ceremony. Even if they'd had one, it would have been to her tastes, just like everything else about him, about them, that she'd arranged to her tastes.
His throat, he finds, is too tight to speak. All he can do is nod.