The Fool is limned by firelight, and starlight. He is a slight, ethereal
figure.
...not that it was entirely needed, but there is his consent.
"No pity," Fitz says. His voice is low, and there is gravel in it. "I have
ever been foolish, and I wonder that you continue to forgive me for it,
over and over. I wonder that you continue to be so very beautiful, and I
wonder that you are not in my arms, FitzChivalry Farseer."
He names him Fitz, and names himself Fool, and catches the Fool up in an
embrace. Fitz bends his face to the Fool's, kissing him soft and sweet.
There is a quiet huff of approval from the wolf. Incipient pleasure begins
to thrum sweetly along every one of Fitz's nerves.
On 23 January 2018 at 13:58, afoolsgold - DW Comment <dw_null@dreamwidth.org</p>
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The Fool is limned by firelight, and starlight. He is a slight, ethereal figure.
...not that it was entirely needed, but there is his consent.
"No pity," Fitz says. His voice is low, and there is gravel in it. "I have ever been foolish, and I wonder that you continue to forgive me for it, over and over. I wonder that you continue to be so very beautiful, and I wonder that you are not in my arms, FitzChivalry Farseer."
He names him Fitz, and names himself Fool, and catches the Fool up in an embrace. Fitz bends his face to the Fool's, kissing him soft and sweet. There is a quiet huff of approval from the wolf. Incipient pleasure begins to thrum sweetly along every one of Fitz's nerves.
On 23 January 2018 at 13:58, afoolsgold - DW Comment <dw_null@dreamwidth.org</p>