He wraps unrepentantly around Trism, breathing in his companion with a small, satisfied smile. No. No mother and no father... but he has this, at the very least. He has Trism and Trism has him, whatever that might be worth.
"A little," he replies truthfully, "though now that you mention it, absolutely horrible."
His nose dips into the crook of Trism's neck and burrows a little. Such a lovely distraction and he prefers soft sun-kissed skin that always seems to smell of hay to the rest of the world that was just as complicated and not nearly so pleasant.
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"Feeling better?"
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His nose dips into the crook of Trism's neck and burrows a little. Such a lovely distraction and he prefers soft sun-kissed skin that always seems to smell of hay to the rest of the world that was just as complicated and not nearly so pleasant.
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He strokes over his lover's currently green skin and nuzzles behind his ear.
"You really sold your broom, love?"
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"It bound me to her... and seperated me from the rest of the world. If I'm to defy anything, gravity included... I'll do it on my own."
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