#Bc sometimes ik I get uncomfortable w anythjng eyes

[toomuchdickfort]

[Derrek knows what he looks like. It’s an unpleasant habit, how he checks the damage before he takes his glasses off, after getting too absorbed in a book until his eyes won’t be ignored. The things are handy, but… the magic burns in his temples and at the backs of his eyes.

He knows how the whites of his eyes are colored with irritation, nearly matching his irises in color in a few places. He knows how his face is streaked with dark lines from tears he won’t fully get rid of without a wash. He knows the pale lines under his eyes that cover the bags that normally sit there, that only ever seem to appear with the glasses.

But he’s still surprised when, as he’s putting his glasses back into their fancy little box, he hears Amber stop at the door.

And he’s surprised by the softness in his voice when the man steps closer and whispers “Oh, love.”

And he knows it’s probably not that big of a deal, but he lets himself be pulled into a hug anyways. And he waits until Amber leans back to wipe at his cheeks to try to explain that it’s fine, and he just lost track of time, and it will blow over in a few hours most likely.

And there’s a kiss pressed to his forehead, like when the dragon has more things to say but isn’t going to say them, and Amber is hugging him again. And he doesn’t see much any reason not to hug him back… why would he? The man is, in his own words, magnificent. Or… word, Derrek supposes.]

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