[ Softening, thoughtful. More than I thought I would. Every life is a temporary thing; his own more than most, but lately— lingering. Leaving a night shirt beneath the bed. Eying the width of the space between bed frame and window. ]
And not only because of you.
[ But partly. Influence, instead of permeation. What a funny thing, for there to be a difference.
He shifts finally, bending at the waist into a languid approximation of uprightness. Dry lips and bristle peck at the knot of a shoulder, breathe warm to skin in pursuit of nothing but a moment's grounding. Perhaps it isn't a sin to linger, if he doesn't mean to leave. ]
What did you think of him before? When you didn't know he was anything to me.
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[ Softening, thoughtful. More than I thought I would. Every life is a temporary thing; his own more than most, but lately— lingering. Leaving a night shirt beneath the bed. Eying the width of the space between bed frame and window. ]
And not only because of you.
[ But partly. Influence, instead of permeation. What a funny thing, for there to be a difference.
He shifts finally, bending at the waist into a languid approximation of uprightness. Dry lips and bristle peck at the knot of a shoulder, breathe warm to skin in pursuit of nothing but a moment's grounding. Perhaps it isn't a sin to linger, if he doesn't mean to leave. ]
What did you think of him before? When you didn't know he was anything to me.