It might. [Absolutely.] Thank you. If you'd like an extended author's special edition, I'm apparently taking some time off work to scribble it all down.
[The secret Nasty Edition, for Viktor's eyes only. Thank god they're both twigs or he'd have to use the word 'globular,' actually and for real. They've been spared that much.
Viktor taking his snacks away gets a brief murmured protest out of him, mostly along the lines of how he was actually eating that and now Viktor is definitely going to bother him about finishing it later, please— but he shifts his attention up, head leaned back on the back of the couch to look up at the only slightly fuzzy shape of Viktor hovering over him. Mm.
He presses up into each kiss with less frantic energy than he had back in the bunker, but the near-death anxiety ekes back in when Viktor circles back to talking about it, anyway. Palamedes reaches for him low, one hand on his hip and the other at the back of his thigh, grip firm and laced through with that lingering fear. It was barely an hour ago that he was in the water? Rough, to think about.]
I'm very sentimental, [he says, leaning his head against Viktor's and closing his eyes for a moment, to get sentimental and linger on the shape of Viktor's relief, gentle hands and eager mouth still shadowed by the anxiety Palamedes can pair with his own. Too close to abject disaster for comfort, still; safe here in Sanctuary, still too close.
He hums and tugs unsubtly at Viktor's hip, a gentle attempt to manhandle him to move completely into Palamedes' lap, come here.]
I will always come back to you— no matter what tries to interfere. Always. [His 'you're stuck with me' quip manifests in the quirk of a grin, instead of saying it out loud.] Right now, I'm not leaving your side for anything. This whole— mess. Whatever falls out from this, we face it together.
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[The secret Nasty Edition, for Viktor's eyes only. Thank god they're both twigs or he'd have to use the word 'globular,' actually and for real. They've been spared that much.
Viktor taking his snacks away gets a brief murmured protest out of him, mostly along the lines of how he was actually eating that and now Viktor is definitely going to bother him about finishing it later, please— but he shifts his attention up, head leaned back on the back of the couch to look up at the only slightly fuzzy shape of Viktor hovering over him. Mm.
He presses up into each kiss with less frantic energy than he had back in the bunker, but the near-death anxiety ekes back in when Viktor circles back to talking about it, anyway. Palamedes reaches for him low, one hand on his hip and the other at the back of his thigh, grip firm and laced through with that lingering fear. It was barely an hour ago that he was in the water? Rough, to think about.]
I'm very sentimental, [he says, leaning his head against Viktor's and closing his eyes for a moment, to get sentimental and linger on the shape of Viktor's relief, gentle hands and eager mouth still shadowed by the anxiety Palamedes can pair with his own. Too close to abject disaster for comfort, still; safe here in Sanctuary, still too close.
He hums and tugs unsubtly at Viktor's hip, a gentle attempt to manhandle him to move completely into Palamedes' lap, come here.]
I will always come back to you— no matter what tries to interfere. Always. [His 'you're stuck with me' quip manifests in the quirk of a grin, instead of saying it out loud.] Right now, I'm not leaving your side for anything. This whole— mess. Whatever falls out from this, we face it together.