Less than a day here and Dal already felt like a different person. Oh, it will take some time for him to shake some of the habits and instincts he formed over the last eight years, some even before that. But he already felt like it was safe to hope. IT was safe to dream, safe to decorate his world however he wanted to without fear of someone telling him it’s wrong or inappropriate.
Gabriel offered him everything he ever wanted. Love, acceptance, affection, safety. Dal no longer had to temper himself to survive. He didn’t have to be afraid of hoping, of thinking of the future, of wanting more than what he had. That was freeing. In return, Dal wanted to give the same to his boyfriend. He wanted to make his life more comfortable however he could.
Burying his face once more against Gabriel’s chest, he stayed close to that solid frame that always reminded him of safety.
“My parents hated all that stuff. No pets, they didn’t like me drawin’, or collectin’ cute stuff.” Basically, he’s never really been able to be himself fully since he was a very young child. “Thank you for lettin’ me have it.”
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Gabriel offered him everything he ever wanted. Love, acceptance, affection, safety. Dal no longer had to temper himself to survive. He didn’t have to be afraid of hoping, of thinking of the future, of wanting more than what he had. That was freeing. In return, Dal wanted to give the same to his boyfriend. He wanted to make his life more comfortable however he could.
Burying his face once more against Gabriel’s chest, he stayed close to that solid frame that always reminded him of safety.
“My parents hated all that stuff. No pets, they didn’t like me drawin’, or collectin’ cute stuff.” Basically, he’s never really been able to be himself fully since he was a very young child. “Thank you for lettin’ me have it.”