[ the drape that had been over mikleo’s shoulders earlier is now reemerging as a sideways embrace, following a hushed sound past his pointed teeth— a not-so-hardy-laugh that shares in his exhaustion. ]
I could taste it, too.
[ not hunger, but nervousness, a different sort of taste (that came when mikleo’s face turned another shade, but he has yet to see the pattern) . . . never mind that he actually just said taste and meant it, with an added tone that implied the question you too, right?.
i mean, he’s tasting him as they speak. ozone when there was no rain in sight, and the faint sweetness of confection that he probably made up to 24 hours ago. well. not that it actually is taste, but it’s the closest thing to it. the physical contact even, isn’t only from the bond itself. it certainly plays a tremendous roll in wanting to, but. he’s being a receptive lizard and not entirely realizing it. ]
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I could taste it, too.
[ not hunger, but nervousness, a different sort of taste (that came when mikleo’s face turned another shade, but he has yet to see the pattern) . . . never mind that he actually just said taste and meant it, with an added tone that implied the question you too, right?.
i mean, he’s tasting him as they speak. ozone when there was no rain in sight, and the faint sweetness of confection that he probably made up to 24 hours ago. well. not that it actually is taste, but it’s the closest thing to it. the physical contact even, isn’t only from the bond itself. it certainly plays a tremendous roll in wanting to, but. he’s being a receptive lizard and not entirely realizing it. ]