*He doesn't move for a moment, gazing at the fire thoughtfully himself, remembering a time when he'd wanted to say those words to a friend, but never had - not then and not since. There's a memory of a conversation with another friend, more recently, about a lie and a bloody ace - and he's unmoving for a few moments more.
And then, unhurriedly, he slides his elbow from the back of the sofa, bracing his hand on the sofa arm behind Kristoph, smiling a little as he looks down at him.*
You're the same person now as you were yesterday... or last week, or last month, Kristoph - inasmuch as that can be said of anyone.
*And he shifts slightly, leaning in, still smiling - brushing the other man's lips with his own, before claiming them in a kiss; his free hand on Kristoph's hip, fingers digging slighty in to the flesh under the clothes. He can feel the shape of the bracelet against his palm through the material of Kristoph's pants pocket. He closes his eyes.*
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Date: 2008-07-02 11:25 am (UTC)And then, unhurriedly, he slides his elbow from the back of the sofa, bracing his hand on the sofa arm behind Kristoph, smiling a little as he looks down at him.*
You're the same person now as you were yesterday... or last week, or last month, Kristoph - inasmuch as that can be said of anyone.
*And he shifts slightly, leaning in, still smiling - brushing the other man's lips with his own, before claiming them in a kiss; his free hand on Kristoph's hip, fingers digging slighty in to the flesh under the clothes. He can feel the shape of the bracelet against his palm through the material of Kristoph's pants pocket. He closes his eyes.*