hiatus.

    “ I AM WELL as I always am. ” Kazar steps closer, reaching out for length talons to curl around the jutting edges of Nalmaya’s hips, tugging the smaller Collector backward with ease and against his chest. The appendages normally clutched to his sides shift suddenly, grasping around the other man’s chest. 

A low chitter leaves him, more akin to a rumble as he nuzzles affectionately along Nalma’s slim neck. “ Good. If you were unwell, I would have to find what made you so, and destroy it. ”

      Nalma allows himself to be eased away from the table, muttering, “ I am pleased to hear it. ” He can’t say he didn’t expect the answer, but that doesn’t make it any less relieving. He trusted Kazar to take care of himself, yet that didn’t mean anything couldn’t happen. An irrelevant thought now, though, and one he’s already left behind.

     “ HMM. ” THE WARRIOR seems rather reserved, although there’s a certain air of mischievous playfulness that another Prothean would be able to pick up on with ease. “ How has my dearest been today? I’ve not seen you in a fortnight. You look well. ”

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    Nalmaya eyes his bondmate with a measure of suspicion when he catches the flighty energy lingering in the air. He wonders, briefly, if Kazar really is up to no good, but he will say nothing about it and address him as if he had never caught onto it at all.

This is why I gave you the ‘Galaxy’s #1 dad’ sweater.

I would very much like to see you remove his synthetic appendages and maybe beat him a few times with them, and then put the rest of him in a jar.

_(┐「ε:)_

Because you’re fun to bother.

In all honesty, he had been mostly asleep up until the point where Nalmaya suddenly speaks directly to him again, lifting the datapad in front of his face as the bright orange light disrupts him. 

“Hm?” There’s a few seconds where he blanks, forgetting what Nalma was even writing about before he unwinds his arm from his bondmate’s waist, tapping at a lower point of the screen. “You forgot to include something about the Elcor.” A snort. “Perhaps the most worthless species next to the Batarians. I don’t blame you.”

The reply is enough to pull a little bit of laughter from the smaller Collector, ❝ Ah, of course. No matter how big they are they seem to blend into the crowd. I always get startled on being reminded of them. The same goes for the Volus. ❞ Nalma adjusts himself, turning more to face Kazar so that he may tuck his face against his neck, resting the datapad against his knees.

It’s hard to say how long he’s been curled up in Kazar’s lap exactly, at least for him. Time is the last thing he pays attention to, typing away at the datapad against his risen knees while the side of his head rests comfortably against his bondmate’s chest.

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“Nalma… I’m wondering how you handle your… situation. I don’t know what I would do if I was in your place. I hope it’s not a sore subject.”

  ❝ Acceptance is the greatest part of it. I am what I am, nothing can change that now, no matter how hard I may find myself wishing differently. As for the actions I committed... I continue to feel guilty, I feel sorrow for the lives I have brought harm to, but despite my temporarily partial indoctrination I know those actions are not mine. ❞ Nalmaya laced his fingers together, eyes narrowing to replace the furrowing of his brow that could not be present.