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I love our first kiss.

[ said with as much softness as he can when he's still worried about magnus. he bumps peter's knee with his own. ]

Leave out the part where I screamed "plot twist" like an idiot? All that romantic spontaneity you had in you was good, though. Great, even. Made me sorta breathless.

It was... kind of a plot twist though.

[Knee bump. Knee bump. Kneeeee buuuuuump.]

I thought I was gonna die afterward. I hyperventilated in that basement until I could drag myself back out to Debra's siren call of screeching.

I mean, yeah, but-- wait, really? [ stupid. stupid, stupid grin. how did he not know that? ]

I kind of had this image in my head that you just sort of... stood there. Reflecting on what had happened, maybe touching your fingers to your lips and thinking about the life we'd have together from there on out. Like-- like in my head, you were just this badass, confident dude who knew it would all turn out okay, so you just walked off the excess energy and went back to work like nothing had even happened. Even Debra's chitin-coated banshee-throat didn't affect you as it howled out a scream of dire anguish because of you being like two minutes late to your mark.

[ knee bump. kneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee bump. ] I nearly died. Announcing that challenge. I thought I might have died for real.

Heh. I - I wish? I mean, no. Shit. That was totally how it went down.

[KNEE. BUMP.]

I stood there realizing my life was forever changed from but a simple touch of lips, having seen you fly away like a starling bird, startled from the nest and made to fly. But then I kinda choked on my spit and doubled over, feeling like I was gonna die because I thought there was still a chance I fucked up beyond repair. Cut to like, three days later when I sucked your dick. We've been good ever since.

[Knee pressed to knee.]

I hope Magnus finds his dick-sucking love, but like. Maybe not as quick to the succ as us.

[ Odin's in that stupid state he always gets into when he and Peter talk about their relationship. That warm, swooping excitement in his gut that leaves him nervous and speechless the same way he was the very first time he admitted to himself that maybe, just maybe, what he feels for Peter might just extend beyond a dumb, innocent crush. The urge to smack his knee hard into Peter's until both of them are clutching their legs in pain is very real and very urgent, but he finds more joy in just - resting up against him. Leaning over, taking a kiss, swift and loving and easy. He pulls back and opens his mouth, a smiling on his face belying the fact that he's clearly about to talk massive amounts of shit about how stupid Peter is--

--and then that smile falters. still there. still going strong. but. faltered. ]

Magnus isn't... haha. What?

[ what? ]

Magnus isn't ever going to suck a dick. Nobody's going to suck Magnus's dick. That's not--

[ smile's still there. not in his eyes, but still there. ]

What? Did you mean to say, like -- what did you mean to say?

Edited 2018-07-26 05:29 (UTC)

[He feels the storm brewing, static in the skies and tension in his shoulders all of a sudden. He stares into his lover's gray eyes - the skies to those storms, watching the sun fade in their murky depths. He swallows hard, realizing he is the cause of this. He put the idea of sin into his head and caused the light to flicker. Dared it to extinguish.]

I mean. Hand holding. He's gonna hand hold.

[ slow nod. slow nod. slow nod. ]

While sucking diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick.

[ the scandal's gone. was it ever really there? maybe. maybe not. it's time for a tempo change. ]

When do you think he'll be comfortable enough in his relationship to make weird jokes about what he and Ronan are doing? Bedroom-styles.

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Dunno. He's always been... reserved with that kinda thing?

[Unlike them. Who talk about getting rawed like it's nothing.]

I hope he gets to that point with us, though. We should probably... take it slow. To make him feel comfortable?

Yeah. Obviously. Baby bird. Etcetera.

[ hmm. ]

Man, this shouldn't be worrying me as much as it is. He's a big boy. [ ... ] Do you remember how scary the world was at seventeen? Relationships are hard at that age. That's why I actively made the decision to wait until I was twenty-three to get into one, which is definitely the absolute truth and not a flimsy cover up of me being undateable for a super long time.

Totally not also what I did, save for some embarrassing teen year things and a fizzling first romance here that catapulted me from heartbreak to like. Soulmating. Our souls have mated, you ever think about that? I think about that. It's kinda like boning but with spirit. I've oooooozed into your soul and you've kinda like, crawled into mine. It's sexual but also like, kinda gross.

[What was he talking about again?] I like it. Also who the fuck is Ronan?

Usually if I imagine our souls fucking it's a lot more - warm? Two glittery silhouettes doing a cosmic dance and melting into each other. Like a nebula made of two different colours. You've kind of dashed that dream.

[ who the fuck is Ronan, though. ] He said he was his hottest friend. Once. He came to the island during IMH, but I never saw him? So. I don't know.

Eh, that too.

[He yawns again, covering his mouth with his hand.]

Should we be offended that neither of us are considered his 'hottest friend'?

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