[ I can't remember. It's lost on a stuttered scoop of breath. In his mind, a chorus of horny angels is too busy singing Handel’s greatest hits. Through half-shuttered eyes, he watches her play. The ambiance shows up how dark and fine she is, coloring her skin into the hues of a caramelized statue: gold, black, bronze. His hands muss her hair back from her brow, combing through the strands before pausing to hold her entire head, but gently. ]
[ The curve to his smile is soft, a warmth curling at his edges. Now that he lets himself -- he's missed this. ]
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Date: 2014-03-20 01:50 am (UTC)[ I can't remember. It's lost on a stuttered scoop of breath. In his mind, a chorus of horny angels is too busy singing Handel’s greatest hits. Through half-shuttered eyes, he watches her play. The ambiance shows up how dark and fine she is, coloring her skin into the hues of a caramelized statue: gold, black, bronze. His hands muss her hair back from her brow, combing through the strands before pausing to hold her entire head, but gently. ]
[ The curve to his smile is soft, a warmth curling at his edges. Now that he lets himself -- he's missed this. ]