Re: In-person: Damian/Burden
A moment passed before Damian was able to understand that the idiom did not translate as expected. He blinked at Burden, there upon the beach. "It means that... it is unlikely to happen. I will catch my death in the apricot season. I will not catch it." Under more mundane circumstances, Damian might have gone on to explain the kernel of the idiom—why it was 'apricot season' and what that meant, for such an idiom to come into use. However, this was no mundane moment. Perhaps if it were, he would have more of a grip upon himself. Yet, alas. Even the routine removal of his shirt beneath moonlight left Damian feeling as if this were occurring in a dream. It was not detachment. Truly, he could not have said what it was, other than surreal. He disallowed himself the glance back at Burden he desired, as he knew the boy was looking upon him. Instead, yes, Damian moved to take the boy's hands to warm them.
By this point—perhaps it does not require reiteration—wisdom was not forefront when it came to Burden for Damian. It was bringing up the rear, even. Forefront, indeed, was the boy himself and naught more. (Save, perhaps, for concern. This was there also.)—Burden's lips upon his, beneath his, pressing upon his, did tremble, yet there was no hesitation. Not upon Damian's part, nor Burden's, it seemed. Damian felt the same twist of something bright and hot within the cavity of his chest (and too, his groin) as he had earlier. Burden slipped his hand away, so as to press it to Damian's cheek and Damian, with his grip now free, ran his palms on either side of Burden's neck, until blunt fingers could find fair hair to dip into. At this point, Damian was upon his knees, leaning forward. It would be better, were he able to position himself between Burden's parted legs, but there was little time for this.
It felt as if a great shelf of ice was falling into the sea. Within Damian, it felt like this. Something was occurring. He did not know what it was. As he desired so greatly to open his lips under Burden's, Damian forced himself to open his eyes instead. He did pull away, but this was simply to tip his head a degree or two. The house was at his back, Burden was before him. Damian closed his eyes once more and offered another kiss.