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Wanderer’s past has led him to become a jealous person. And jealousy is something that he’s never learned to deal with. Which didn’t help the fact that you’ve been spending a bit more time with others— not leaving much for him.
As a result, he’s been trying to distance himself a bit more. He would divert his attention away from you, trying to shrug off conversations. Like he was trying to leave you before you left him.
But now, it was time to talk. You’re sitting down on your bed with your lover beside you. A dim light illuminates your bedroom, a space of comfort that Wanderer has become well aquatinted with.
His stare shows an irregular expression of vulnerability as he tries to maintain eye contact. Still, the piercing indigo hues show his possessiveness.
It’s also evident in the way he grips your wrist, fingers almost digging into the skin as if you’ll walk away. Of course, you won’t, which you try to tell him through a soft gaze.
He isn’t sure what to make of it— or what to do. It’s new for him. He isn’t used to being reassured like this, to be mannered with so gently.
That’s why he hates it when all he can do is tighten his hold. It hurts a bit.
“Wanderer, please,” you whisper, placing your other hand atop his as if to coax him off. He lets out a quiet breath, taking a second to loosen his grip on your wrist. Carefully, he rubs your skin, most likely as a silent apology for any hurt.
You give him a faint smile, opting to hold his hand instead. An expression of unfamiliarity appears on his face, but he tries not to show it.
“Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong, how you’re feeling, I’m listening.” You say in the kindest voice you can manage. You know he was jealous because of you spending a lot of time with others lately, but you wanted to hear it from him— everything he felt.
After a breath, he looks at you sternly, and grumbles, “I don’t like what you’ve been doing recently.”
You look at him, asking for more. He sighs.
“You’ve been spending most of your time with others, and not me.” Wanderer adds on shyly.
He looks upset, which you assume is because he doesn’t enjoy being vulnerable like this. He hates it— as if his ego is being crushed.
“I understand,” you tell him. You would’ve been jealous, too. There were times where you were, but they’ve been buried sufficiently.
However, it was time to talk through these problems. You knew from the start that being with someone like the Wanderer would be a bit difficult, but you didn’t mind. He has your utmost devotion, as you have his. There was no doubt that you would do everything to make this work.
Your chest feels heavy as you decide what to say. You think carefully, because this moment was a stepping stone for the both of you.
Although you feel a lot of pressure, you knew you had to speak honestly and from the heart, while also being smart about it.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed, I get it.” You smile, adding a teasing hint to your voice to lighten the mood. The atmosphere felt a bit suffocating, but you wanted it to be comfortable. After all, talking like this should be normal, right?
Wanderer huffs, scowling at you playfully. He squeezes your hand while you admire how pretty he looks with his face slightly flushed.
“You sure sound to know a lot,” he scoffs.
“I want to make this work! I’m trying…” You tell him, feeling a bit embarrassed now, too.
He lets out a small laugh, looking at you directly. You then continue with your words,
“I still value time with you the most,” you say, “I just also have other people that I care about.” Once you say that, you notice his expression frown a bit. Yet, both of you know it’s necessary to get through.
“So please, don’t try to avoid me anymore because of your jealousy. That’ll make chasing you hurt me more.”
Wanderer slightly opens his mouth before hesitantly speaking, “I know.”
“…I don’t want you to leave.” He pauses.
“The thought of you leaving me for someone else is—… it sounds simply unbearable.”
His words surprise you— it was hard for him to say such things, and you figured it would be a while more until you got to hear him speak so truthfully. Though, you’re glad that he’s comfortable enough to talk.
“I do trust you… I just can’t help myself when it comes to you.”
Once he says he trusts you, a surge of emotions runs through your body. It causes a gentle smile to emerge along with heat on your cheeks.
He turns his head down, avoiding your eyes. A tender expression makes its way onto your face as your free hand moves to his cheek. His skin feels warm and soft, bringing you comfort.
He squeezes your hand a bit, much more gentler than earlier.
Trust is important— you knew it would be a key to many obstacles. And more than anything, you wanted to be a safe place for him.
You guide his head back up to look at you, and opt to quickly but sweetly kiss his cheek. He doesn’t want to show it, but it makes him feel relieved.
“Don’t think I’ll ever leave you, because I won’t.” You begin, “I’m staying with you forever. You’re the only one for me, Wanderer. I’ll always choose to be with you.”
Heat reaches your palm coming from the skin of his cheek, and you hope your words were alright. He pauses again for a moment.
“…I’ll try to stop being so possessive.” He responds.
“I do want you to be free, and to spend time with others without worry. But I’m not going to lose you,” Wanderer finishes sternly.
For a moment, he runs his hand up to feel yours on his cheek, then slowly glides over your fingers. He lets out a breath as his eyes pierce yours.
“…How about we spend some time together tomorrow? Just the two of us, we can do whatever you’d like.” You suggest, working through the situation.
He nods slowly. “I’ll try to think of something to do.”
“…As long as you’re beside me, I can’t think of anything else that would make it better.” He finishes with a grumble, eyes flickering around the room while his cheeks redden.
Sweet words from Wanderer were rare, but when they came, you appreciated it more than anything. He still has trouble at times, but everything is a process.
You squeeze his cheek a bit, letting out a small giggle when he scowls.
In one motion, you push him down to the bed and hug him. His arms wrap around you as well, allowing the both of you to bask in each other’s affection.
When you cuddle a bit closer, he doesn’t shy away— he buries his head along your collarbone, listening to your heartbeat. A sound he’s grown fond of.
Although there were still many obstacles to get through together, you were both happy to figure everything out with time.