[He hears his name as a soft sigh. Dream. It isn't one, though. He is always but the moment is not; it is merely what dreams are made of. Wants and fears, joys and longings. Hunger for understanding and that which is just beyond reach. A quest for connection in the single string of time as it flows. This is all of that. A moment, nothing more but never less. It is everything.
He can taste what came before. Barbecue and smoke from ashes of aches. The walls of that past lower to let in a fullness that is both bitter and bright. It is humanity in an individual form, one he has grown to long to embrace. If he is the heat and flame of blue stars in a black night, she feels like pure fire razing against his sky. Warm and hot, a life burning bright as long as the wick lasts. He is drawn to it, to her. He presses closer together, hands wrapping around her body to explore, his body shifting to feel hers against his better. He moves to kiss at her throat as well, feeling the pulse point there beating.]
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Date: 2022-09-21 11:43 am (UTC)He can taste what came before. Barbecue and smoke from ashes of aches. The walls of that past lower to let in a fullness that is both bitter and bright. It is humanity in an individual form, one he has grown to long to embrace. If he is the heat and flame of blue stars in a black night, she feels like pure fire razing against his sky. Warm and hot, a life burning bright as long as the wick lasts. He is drawn to it, to her. He presses closer together, hands wrapping around her body to explore, his body shifting to feel hers against his better. He moves to kiss at her throat as well, feeling the pulse point there beating.]