lohen thinks he’s hard to love.
and then there’s varka who loves him like it’s breathing, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. varka who cherishes him and tells lohen he loves him every day. +
he’s a liar.
by the time lohen slips out of the room, he can still feel varka’s gentle hands and lingering kisses all across his body.
those softly whispered praises and reassurances too still ring in his head. they will continue to do so as he gets through the day.
varhen thoughts
i just love the thought of letters being something important to varka, and eventually lohen too. i especially love to think of them writing sweet things to each other with lohen being a little flustered about it. +
not that he intends to copy varka, but he can’t think of anything else that sounds perfect enough.
they are, after all, each other’s, always.













