That tension, the seriousness pops like the skin of a soap bubble, brushing past and leaving a smile on Bash's face. He leans in and brushes his lips against Jeff's forehead, tangling their ankles together just to get even closer.
On some level, he's scared of how much he's feeling. He knows that back home, getting this close to someone would be impossible, because of Fatebinding. Because of how the Fates would twist someone up to make them a part of his legend, part of the Story of Bash, Saturday's Son, Demigod of Midnight Roads, Patron Saint of the Lonely Street. Here, he doesn't need to worry about that, but everything in him is still screaming to tread lightly.
Except he doesn't want to, not really. Not with Alec and not with Jeff. His heart has been aching for closeness all this while.
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That tension, the seriousness pops like the skin of a soap bubble, brushing past and leaving a smile on Bash's face. He leans in and brushes his lips against Jeff's forehead, tangling their ankles together just to get even closer.
On some level, he's scared of how much he's feeling. He knows that back home, getting this close to someone would be impossible, because of Fatebinding. Because of how the Fates would twist someone up to make them a part of his legend, part of the Story of Bash, Saturday's Son, Demigod of Midnight Roads, Patron Saint of the Lonely Street. Here, he doesn't need to worry about that, but everything in him is still screaming to tread lightly.
Except he doesn't want to, not really. Not with Alec and not with Jeff. His heart has been aching for closeness all this while.