[ If Dearka didn't tug at his sleeve he'd have rambled on a bit more. Perhaps it's for the better because it might have been too much of a vibe killer, and who needs that right now? It's not like it's anything Dearka wouldn't have already assumed or known about him, anyway.
He's afraid of being hurt. Either by others or by himself and his own stupid decisions. At the start of this all, he held a knife right up against his heart, ready to cut these feelings away if he got too scared or deemed this all fruitless. Quick and clean though never painless, because Yzak's heart is softer than he lets on. Now, though, he's eased up on keeping it there, bracing and defensive. His lack of any solid promises means it isn't gone, but then again his defenses in general are always just there.
Let's be real, though. At the start or down the line, it wouldn't matter; it's not like doing that would hurt any less, not when it comes to Dearka who is more important to him than anything. Regardless of any what ifs of the past and apprehensions of the future - many of which Yzak shares with his partner - their bond, whatever form it's in, it ultimately unbreakable.
And the whole point of this gift was to make that clear.
It's those damn affectionate eyes that chip away at any awkward hesitation Yzak feels about that notion to kiss him. It does the opposite, in fact, and he leans forward to close that distance between them and give Dearka a soft, but full kiss. And easier that that is to do, his face still heats up by the time he draws back, because, he's Like This. ]
Well, consider that my way of making sure you don't start to think differently.
...
N-now open the last thing.
[ Before he lets himself marinate in this schmoopy moment for too long and it kills him.
The card is standard for what Yzak has done with his other gifts for people, and it reads: ]
There are personalities like watercolors that bleed into the lives they touch. And I know you wish you could do more than just fight to create a picture of peace as vibrant as it deserves to be.
Enjoy the holiday. This team, and I, couldn't have gotten this far without you.
- Yzak
[ And the gift with the card is a pair of fans, that have been teched out in a way where, when waved, they leave a trail of color(s) behind (colors customizable). ]
[....Leave it to Yzak to turn a simple gift exchange into something so profoundly beautiful and heartwarming. Yes, that's a sentiment Dearka Elthman is thinking about Yzak Jule, of all people, and yeah, anyone else hearing that who has met Yzak would probably think he was insane for thinking it. The difference is, he knows Yzak. Knows his heart. And at it's core, it's this: caring, deeply sentimental, and surprisingly poetic when he allows himself to be.
The gift is beautiful and well thought out. But the card... The card is weirdly what's hitting him the hardest.
Dearka swallows that emotion and snaps one of the new fans open to perform an expert flourish with it; something simple that he can easily do while seated, the motion trailing streaks of deep purple similar in hue to his eyes. He snaps it shut again, beaming.]
Alright, uncle. You really got my ass beat on this gift giving thing.
[That's actually his secret final gift to you, Yzak: proclaiming you the gift giving winner.]
[ Did Yzak test out the fans to make sure they were in perfect working order? Of course he did. But there's something about the way Dearka waves one with such effortless skill that he can't help but watch the trail of color in awe.
Awe that shifts into a smirk, pleased at the high praise of his gift of gift-giving.
Still Yzak opts to be a little humble, if only because it's Dearka. ]
It's not like it's a contest.
[ Still smirking, though. Look, he's trying, he just loves the compliments, ]
[He KNOWS Yzak loves the compliments, why else would he be giving them? Because they're sincere? Well. Yes. IT CAN BE FOR BOTH REASONS!]
Merry Christmas, Yzak.
[Get your butt out of that chair and over onto the bed so he can cuddle you?? Please??? Also, Dearka makes a note to ask him if he's ever thought about pursuing poetry. You know... If they're ever able to retire from the damn military. His card indicates he might have the knack for wordsmithing.
But, that's a conversation for some other time...]
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He's afraid of being hurt. Either by others or by himself and his own stupid decisions. At the start of this all, he held a knife right up against his heart, ready to cut these feelings away if he got too scared or deemed this all fruitless. Quick and clean though never painless, because Yzak's heart is softer than he lets on. Now, though, he's eased up on keeping it there, bracing and defensive. His lack of any solid promises means it isn't gone, but then again his defenses in general are always just there.
Let's be real, though. At the start or down the line, it wouldn't matter; it's not like doing that would hurt any less, not when it comes to Dearka who is more important to him than anything. Regardless of any what ifs of the past and apprehensions of the future - many of which Yzak shares with his partner - their bond, whatever form it's in, it ultimately unbreakable.
And the whole point of this gift was to make that clear.
It's those damn affectionate eyes that chip away at any awkward hesitation Yzak feels about that notion to kiss him. It does the opposite, in fact, and he leans forward to close that distance between them and give Dearka a soft, but full kiss. And easier that that is to do, his face still heats up by the time he draws back, because, he's Like This. ]
Well, consider that my way of making sure you don't start to think differently.
...
N-now open the last thing.
[ Before he lets himself marinate in this schmoopy moment for too long and it kills him.
The card is standard for what Yzak has done with his other gifts for people, and it reads: ]
There are personalities like watercolors that bleed into the lives they touch. And I know you wish you could do more than just fight to create a picture of peace as vibrant as it deserves to be.
Enjoy the holiday. This team, and I, couldn't have gotten this far without you.
- Yzak
[ And the gift with the card is a pair of fans, that have been teched out in a way where, when waved, they leave a trail of color(s) behind (colors customizable). ]
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The gift is beautiful and well thought out. But the card... The card is weirdly what's hitting him the hardest.
Dearka swallows that emotion and snaps one of the new fans open to perform an expert flourish with it; something simple that he can easily do while seated, the motion trailing streaks of deep purple similar in hue to his eyes. He snaps it shut again, beaming.]
Alright, uncle. You really got my ass beat on this gift giving thing.
[That's actually his secret final gift to you, Yzak: proclaiming you the gift giving winner.]
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Awe that shifts into a smirk, pleased at the high praise of his gift of gift-giving.
Still Yzak opts to be a little humble, if only because it's Dearka. ]
It's not like it's a contest.
[ Still smirking, though. Look, he's trying, he just loves the compliments, ]
puts a little CHRISTMAS BOW on this:🎀
Yeah. Sure it isn't.
[He KNOWS Yzak loves the compliments, why else would he be giving them? Because they're sincere? Well. Yes. IT CAN BE FOR BOTH REASONS!]
Merry Christmas, Yzak.
[Get your butt out of that chair and over onto the bed so he can cuddle you?? Please??? Also, Dearka makes a note to ask him if he's ever thought about pursuing poetry. You know... If they're ever able to retire from the damn military. His card indicates he might have the knack for wordsmithing.
But, that's a conversation for some other time...]