[ somewhere between scent and lipbalm, kaveh's lost midnight. he's just not certain how, or why, or where such a thing happened, but he feels the disconnect in the drift of midnight's fingers across his neck. the skin there is tender.
kaveh draws in breath. the breath is sharper than he remembers it to be. for a moment, his fingers slip over midnight's. it's not until his hand completes the motion before kaveh realises its existence. his fingers curl around midnight's in a gesture that kaveh can only read as possessive. he isn't certain if what he's possessive of is the touch of midnight's fingers, or the bruises beneath. ]
Jasmine. [ kaveh corrects. the red of his eyes searches midnight for a moment. upon reaching no real answer, kaveh cants his head. his lips part as he chooses to receive him, because kaveh suddenly thinks - midnight needs it. he simply isn't certain why. ] Come here, then, Midnight.
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kaveh draws in breath. the breath is sharper than he remembers it to be. for a moment, his fingers slip over midnight's. it's not until his hand completes the motion before kaveh realises its existence. his fingers curl around midnight's in a gesture that kaveh can only read as possessive. he isn't certain if what he's possessive of is the touch of midnight's fingers, or the bruises beneath. ]
Jasmine. [ kaveh corrects. the red of his eyes searches midnight for a moment. upon reaching no real answer, kaveh cants his head. his lips part as he chooses to receive him, because kaveh suddenly thinks - midnight needs it. he simply isn't certain why. ] Come here, then, Midnight.