[ There's nothing contentious in it. There are no hesitations, and there's no distance at all between them, and there's no space between what Darius wishes and what Enri wants. ('Accord,' that's a word for it. Wonderful and warming.)
It might be a space of dreaming, or some liminal threshold between waking and sleep. Where they are together now can't be touched by any other form or thought or moment. Where they are together now is an evanescent song hummed down a late-night garden.
And he feels as if his heart could stutter out to silence.
'Love you,' the boy says, soft along a yawn, and Darius lets the words wrap sheltering around him.
And Darius shifts to place a kiss on Enri's head, amid that mess of hair.
One more kiss, and then another, lingering beyond a breath. ]
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It might be a space of dreaming, or some liminal threshold between waking and sleep. Where they are together now can't be touched by any other form or thought or moment. Where they are together now is an evanescent song hummed down a late-night garden.
And he feels as if his heart could stutter out to silence.
'Love you,' the boy says, soft along a yawn, and Darius lets the words wrap sheltering around him.
And Darius shifts to place a kiss on Enri's head, amid that mess of hair.
One more kiss, and then another, lingering beyond a breath. ]
My Enri.
My adoration.
I'll keep you safe, beside me.