[it's a good first kiss, layered with some odd logic and absolutely understanding of how to kiss the man before him. as easy as breathing, really, though admittedly breathing wasn't always particularly easy. maybe as easy as turning his back to the party entirely, more than happy to follow this man into more interesting places.
somewhere the string band swells, and viktor's lips quirk a little too fondly to be a proper smirk.]
I would hope not just footnotes. There's an entire paper for you to ruthlessly dissect. [and more scandalous matters. he takes pal's hand again to lead them to the door, a little stutter of uncertainty at what viscerally feels off, though the warm evening light of the evening washes over it.
he opens the door and with it an odd understanding of the situation, as though struck suddenly with all he forgot in his act. there is no walking through, they are simply someplace else, still hand in hand.]
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somewhere the string band swells, and viktor's lips quirk a little too fondly to be a proper smirk.]
I would hope not just footnotes. There's an entire paper for you to ruthlessly dissect. [and more scandalous matters. he takes pal's hand again to lead them to the door, a little stutter of uncertainty at what viscerally feels off, though the warm evening light of the evening washes over it.
he opens the door and with it an odd understanding of the situation, as though struck suddenly with all he forgot in his act. there is no walking through, they are simply someplace else, still hand in hand.]