Rhy's answer momentarily stills him. He breathes out a smile, pushing his hair back in a daze as if he can't believe what he's done.
"Okay. Great," is all he can think to say.
Now he has no clue what the hell to talk about the rest of the trek back. Every possible topic of conversation fades into the realm of uninteresting and irrelevant. The whispering voices take advantage of his silences to prick him with reminders of Simon, who remains an open wound. They barb him with warnings of all the ways getting too attached will burn him down.
Fortunately, once they step through the portal, it's a quick walk to the castle's entrance, and from there an obstacle course of corridors and stairs up to the North Wing.
At this hour, Wilhelm's room is awash in a dusky pink glow — enough light to see by, enough darkness to instill a deep sense of privacy. Shutting the door behind them, and making sure it latches properly, he turns to face Rhy. His glance slides to the messy nest depression has made of his bed, the scattering of discarded clothes he never bothered to pick up off the floor. Fuck. Hoping to keep Rhy's attention on him and not on the state of the room, he steps into his space. His hands find Rhy's waist, his head tilts to fit their lips together. The first kiss is like standing on a precipice and peeking over the edge — and then he jumps.
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"Okay. Great," is all he can think to say.
Now he has no clue what the hell to talk about the rest of the trek back. Every possible topic of conversation fades into the realm of uninteresting and irrelevant. The whispering voices take advantage of his silences to prick him with reminders of Simon, who remains an open wound. They barb him with warnings of all the ways getting too attached will burn him down.
Fortunately, once they step through the portal, it's a quick walk to the castle's entrance, and from there an obstacle course of corridors and stairs up to the North Wing.
At this hour, Wilhelm's room is awash in a dusky pink glow — enough light to see by, enough darkness to instill a deep sense of privacy. Shutting the door behind them, and making sure it latches properly, he turns to face Rhy. His glance slides to the messy nest depression has made of his bed, the scattering of discarded clothes he never bothered to pick up off the floor. Fuck. Hoping to keep Rhy's attention on him and not on the state of the room, he steps into his space. His hands find Rhy's waist, his head tilts to fit their lips together. The first kiss is like standing on a precipice and peeking over the edge — and then he jumps.