The smaller man smelled like rust, and outside battle, moved like someone extremely old; his speech was soft and slow and suffused with words that Gau had no hope of understanding.
The younger man was enormous, with a voice like thunder, and he moved with a lot of unnecessary arm swinging; he occasionally swiped at Gau playfully with one of his huge fists, and Gau would hiss back and they’d chase each other all around.
The smaller man would smile at that, and the younger man would seem relieved; and Gau, though he knew not why, would be relieved too.
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n° 1 (archived from archiveofourown.org)
2021-05-30This is a gorgeous look at Sabin and Cyan through Gau’s eyes. I love the things he notices about them – their voices, their ways of moving – and the way they all fall into being a family by the end.
n° 2 (archived from archiveofourown.org)
2021-05-30This is such a lovely view of Sabin and Cyan through Gau's eyes, and their dynamic as a trio is so sweet. I love how Gau's perceptive without fully understanding, and the way both he and Sabin are worried for Cyan and trying to cheer him up as best they can. Thank you so much for this! I love this trio so much and this is perfect for them.