Gib any of mine a massage, whatever you want <3
Callisto laid in their nest with Julian, sleepy and warm. It was rare that their pain was distant like this, that warmth reached their bones like this, but somehow, Julian always seemed to know just how to make it happen.
They wondered if he was cold, too.
So, they took one of his hands in both of theirs. Thin, long fingers, bony and delicate, wrapped around his stronger hand and felt the chill of his fingers. Grasped his hand gently and started massaging his knuckles, his palm, his fingers, careful and attentive as he'd always been to them. Their pale hazel eyes focused on their task, working the warmth into him and hoping he felt as good as he did. Then they brought his hand up to their lips, shyly kissing each finger and then nuzzling into his palm, their eyes lowered to avoid his the entire time.
"I love you."
