It's too big. A long list. Seventy-seven years of uncertainties, wondering over the possibility of absences.
Ambitious, even for Daniel.
The connection between them warms, tender affection kindling in the wake of these words. A wistful inclination towards touch, where Louis might put himself if given opportunity. (Into Daniel's lap, weighing him down, all the easier to kiss.) Can't say any of the soft things that come to mind, so Louis sends this.
Says instead, That'll eat up some time.
And then, lower, questions, When can I see you again?
A very mortal turn of phrase, a little funny for it's incongruity. They are not a pair of new-met humans enamored in the wake of a first meeting. They are something else entirely.
Louis asks still. Daniel can always tell him no. Daniel is always going to be busy, restless, chasing. The conversations around what they make of that, what they will be to each other and where—
no subject
Ambitious, even for Daniel.
The connection between them warms, tender affection kindling in the wake of these words. A wistful inclination towards touch, where Louis might put himself if given opportunity. (Into Daniel's lap, weighing him down, all the easier to kiss.) Can't say any of the soft things that come to mind, so Louis sends this.
Says instead, That'll eat up some time.
And then, lower, questions, When can I see you again?
A very mortal turn of phrase, a little funny for it's incongruity. They are not a pair of new-met humans enamored in the wake of a first meeting. They are something else entirely.
Louis asks still. Daniel can always tell him no. Daniel is always going to be busy, restless, chasing. The conversations around what they make of that, what they will be to each other and where—
Not yet.