Hm. [Cool stone feels good between his shoulderblades when he leans back, the short lip of it that lines the edge of the rooftop such an easy place to lean more fully. Fix his stare on that strange, strange pair of moons.
He doesn't dare watch longer. Not with two fingers wrapped around the lacing of his own damp blouse and heat a brightburn buzz within his chest. There's too much danger in letting his stare wander where it wants to. Letting his mind wander where it wants to.
But there's no helping the way their little fingers touch just for a moment when he takes that offered bottle.]
Handsome. Beautiful. [A toothy flash of white shown off before he takes a swig.] Gorgeous.
My dear. Little dove. Precious thing. Pup. Treasure. Sweet treat. Prince— ess.
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He doesn't dare watch longer. Not with two fingers wrapped around the lacing of his own damp blouse and heat a brightburn buzz within his chest. There's too much danger in letting his stare wander where it wants to. Letting his mind wander where it wants to.
But there's no helping the way their little fingers touch just for a moment when he takes that offered bottle.]
Handsome. Beautiful. [A toothy flash of white shown off before he takes a swig.] Gorgeous.
My dear. Little dove. Precious thing. Pup. Treasure. Sweet treat. Prince— ess.
Shall I go on?