[ I'd let you, he says, and grips Ephemera's hair tight like a promise. He liked that one, Ephemera thinks vaguely. In that time before, back when he'd smile at someone across the room and sleep with them just for the fun of it. Why the fuck not, right? Why not have a little of fun in the slower moments? It didn't have to mean anything. Most of the time it didn't, couldn't. He was never in one place long enough. The only constants in his life were his team, and the war.
This is different. There's a weight to it that Ephemera doesn't have words for. Ephemera breathes out slow as Felix digs his teeth in, bites down.
No blood this time. But it's a promise all the same. Ephemera rocks against him in turn, matching him, and presses a hand between them. Ghosting over Felix's stomach and whatever scars he finds there, and then lower to get a grip on him. Why the fuck not? It's one of those moments. The corners shaved off, the world tilted on its access.
Breathe, soldier.
He breathes. His hands are slick. There's oil and blood digging under his nails, in the mix. Despite the crowd, despite everything, he wants it. Wants this. So, why the fuck not? ]
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This is different. There's a weight to it that Ephemera doesn't have words for. Ephemera breathes out slow as Felix digs his teeth in, bites down.
No blood this time. But it's a promise all the same. Ephemera rocks against him in turn, matching him, and presses a hand between them. Ghosting over Felix's stomach and whatever scars he finds there, and then lower to get a grip on him. Why the fuck not? It's one of those moments. The corners shaved off, the world tilted on its access.
Breathe, soldier.
He breathes. His hands are slick. There's oil and blood digging under his nails, in the mix. Despite the crowd, despite everything, he wants it. Wants this. So, why the fuck not? ]