Oh, I know you do. Not in public, next time. [gosh, relax.
Ah, but he's glad, though, a gentle warmth that blooms in his chest and on his skin where Viktor's lips connect, something soft and secure that he leans into eagerly. This other idea here, one he's circled back to and slipped away from again for months now - reframing the Empire, like he should have done even sooner - is too heavy and tangled up in itself to work out in an evening, but-
Viktor, and belonging with him, and his adorable blush and his precious smile - those things are much more palatable, alongside being so much easier to handle. Palamedes stops petting Rio (for like, a few seconds, do not give him the eyes) to cup Viktor's cheek and tilt him into a kiss, languid and fond. Hmm.]
Good; my turn to give you something you've missed. I'm glad it gets to be me. [it's like he's in love or something, dang] What do we call it?
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Ah, but he's glad, though, a gentle warmth that blooms in his chest and on his skin where Viktor's lips connect, something soft and secure that he leans into eagerly. This other idea here, one he's circled back to and slipped away from again for months now - reframing the Empire, like he should have done even sooner - is too heavy and tangled up in itself to work out in an evening, but-
Viktor, and belonging with him, and his adorable blush and his precious smile - those things are much more palatable, alongside being so much easier to handle. Palamedes stops petting Rio (for like, a few seconds, do not give him the eyes) to cup Viktor's cheek and tilt him into a kiss, languid and fond. Hmm.]
Good; my turn to give you something you've missed. I'm glad it gets to be me. [it's like he's in love or something, dang] What do we call it?