[ Essek felt the moment that Bren's mouth started to descend down upon him, like starfall-- this was not an autumn twilight but rather 12 in the early hours of the morning, and there was a difference there. They would never have sunset or morning light again, but they could have this in all its beautiful entirity. All of the hours of darkness were theirs because they were different aspects.
Essek was a different man, made something else after years upon years of loneliness that had ebbed against him and making patterns in rock and stone, but Bren was not Caleb-- merely a reflection in the mirror with different expressions, wearing different clothes.
But Essek found himself drawn to this other self of Caleb and thus he slipped his hand up to cup that cheek, feeling his heart quiver in that same way that it had. This time though he could feel the nervousness of the other man as if it was palpable.. caught in the wild butterfly beating of the heart as it caught within the cage of bones. ]
I would like to create memories just with you, Bren.
[ his voice soft and husky and then he tilted his head to better make a place where Bren's sweet lips could touch down, like sweet soft rain.. and his eyes strayed toward those full luscious lips which he knew would have to taste like the sweetest ambrosia ]
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Essek was a different man, made something else after years upon years of loneliness that had ebbed against him and making patterns in rock and stone, but Bren was not Caleb-- merely a reflection in the mirror with different expressions, wearing different clothes.
But Essek found himself drawn to this other self of Caleb and thus he slipped his hand up to cup that cheek, feeling his heart quiver in that same way that it had. This time though he could feel the nervousness of the other man as if it was palpable.. caught in the wild butterfly beating of the heart as it caught within the cage of bones. ]
I would like to create memories just with you, Bren.
[ his voice soft and husky and then he tilted his head to better make a place where Bren's sweet lips could touch down, like sweet soft rain.. and his eyes strayed toward those full luscious lips which he knew would have to taste like the sweetest ambrosia ]
Kiss me?