[My love. Tav knows those words, that tone. Memories surge forward: pecks in camp, laughter by the fire, hushed conversations out in the woods under the stars. Blood trickles down from his nose, but Tav pushes the memories to continue, filling the gaps where Gale exists.
He wipes the blood from his lips and leans in, attempting to slot his mouth against Gale’s.]
I’m remembering you. [Tav smiles fondly, bringing up one hand to cover Gale’s. He relishes the newly-roughened skin, from the soft hands of a scholar to the hardened calluses of an adventurer. He remembers magicking shadow-cursed thorns out of these hands or watching them twist and turn when casting spells. More blood trickles down from Tav’s nose, but he doesn’t stop it.]
Remembering you blocks out the voice.
[Tav can barely hear the echoes if he focuses on Gale, if he’s centered on those brown eyes.]
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Date: 2023-12-19 10:42 pm (UTC)He wipes the blood from his lips and leans in, attempting to slot his mouth against Gale’s.]
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Date: 2023-12-21 02:30 pm (UTC)Then their lips meet, and suddenly he tastes it.
Gale pulls back in surprise, wide brown eyes searching his face and one hand gently coming up to cup his cheek. ]
Are you alright?
[ Does it hurt? Is it bad? Is something else happening? ]
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Date: 2023-12-21 02:47 pm (UTC)Remembering you blocks out the voice.
[Tav can barely hear the echoes if he focuses on Gale, if he’s centered on those brown eyes.]