[ It ran conversely for Essek as well. Normally he would be able to pick up on the scent of dog, now all he can scent is caramel apples and the sandlewood of the soap that Bren had scrubbed himself down with. Two predators who could've easily sensed each other, but were thereby blinded to it--- and that was hubris, or perhaps something far deeper than that, something that went nearly 200 years back. Essek was holding his tongue between his teeth in concentration while the blade cut through the brush of hair.
A few minutes later, he used a warm towel to brush off the dead scruff and then went back to his endeavors. The playful tone of voice would've had him flushing if he had been capable of it, instead he quirked a brow at Bren as he directionalized the razor against jawline. ]
Well, there is much of it so I think that I will be good for at least a few weeks-- at least.
[ And as he worked, all he could think of was how pretty those lips were-- how familiar they were, how he remembered lips so similarly shaped kissing him senseless, every part of this man was perfect and clawed through his heart with nostalgia and longing. But this man was not his.. and he had to remember that ]
I will watch vicariously though as you organize my library.
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Date: 2023-03-14 09:20 pm (UTC)A few minutes later, he used a warm towel to brush off the dead scruff and then went back to his endeavors. The playful tone of voice would've had him flushing if he had been capable of it, instead he quirked a brow at Bren as he directionalized the razor against jawline. ]
Well, there is much of it so I think that I will be good for at least a few weeks-- at least.
[ And as he worked, all he could think of was how pretty those lips were-- how familiar they were, how he remembered lips so similarly shaped kissing him senseless, every part of this man was perfect and clawed through his heart with nostalgia and longing. But this man was not his.. and he had to remember that ]
I will watch vicariously though as you organize my library.