It's that easy? He simply accepts it? Time is a rather nebulous thing, after all --
Oh, fuck it. Who is he to complain? He winds his arms around Hector, all but smashing their lips together. He has a year to make up for, after all, and he intends to. In this, at least.
He tastes the same. Kisses the same. Those memories are the ones that rise, not the ones from the Continent.]
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It's that easy? He simply accepts it? Time is a rather nebulous thing, after all --
Oh, fuck it. Who is he to complain? He winds his arms around Hector, all but smashing their lips together. He has a year to make up for, after all, and he intends to. In this, at least.
He tastes the same. Kisses the same. Those memories are the ones that rise, not the ones from the Continent.]
Hopefully I haven't gotten any worse at it.