[Having someone cry in his arms... this is familiar.
Serph's expression softens as he wraps his wings a little tighter around Jayce, hugging the other man with a grip that's not too tight, not too loose, but just right. The cold doesn't bother him, his own scales cool to touch despite skin running warm. He's most accustomed to being someone who was always slightly tense, coiled to react to the smallest sign of danger. The only forms of communication he'd known before was that of violence. But ever since he gained his demon, somehow, somehow, he knows this expression of comfort, as though he'd been created with that in mind as much as he'd been created to kill.
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Serph's expression softens as he wraps his wings a little tighter around Jayce, hugging the other man with a grip that's not too tight, not too loose, but just right. The cold doesn't bother him, his own scales cool to touch despite skin running warm. He's most accustomed to being someone who was always slightly tense, coiled to react to the smallest sign of danger. The only forms of communication he'd known before was that of violence. But ever since he gained his demon, somehow, somehow, he knows this expression of comfort, as though he'd been created with that in mind as much as he'd been created to kill.
He lets Jayce have all the time he needs.]