Re: In-person: Damian/Burden
Burden, he wanted clarification about why dying during the apricot season was especially unlikely, and he had a moment where he almost asked. He was thinking maybe the apricot season was in winter, and freezing was likely, but Damian was taking his hands then, and apricots didn't seem near as important. And he, Burden, he'd really thought that his vows and promises to the church, that they would keep him from being controlled by desires. But this was more than some physical wanting, though that was there plenty too, but there was more to it. He wasn't sure how he was so certain, seeing as the picture they'd seen, it could be something planted deliberate to tempt them. But Burden felt real certain that was not the case, and so he forgot apricots, and he forgot everything but this boy and this kiss.
His fingers pressed tremors along Damian's jaw, and he knew the boy had pushed himself up to kneeling on the sand. He didn't think to tug Damian closer, seeing as he was still real unsure to do with his hands, given that Damian was a boy, but he did turn toward Damian, chest toward the other boy's chest, and he found he was unpleasantly surprised when Damian ended the kiss and tipped his head. He was about to protest, was Burden. It was contradiction to all the claims he'd been making since he met this boy, about how nothing could happen between them, but this didn't feel like sinning. It didn't feel like he couldn't care about a congregation and feel this overwhelming feeling at the same time.
And Damian closed his eyes and Burden claimed his lips again, and this time there was more surety to it. He nudged at Damian, pressed chess to chest in an effort to get the boy to lie down on the sand. He didn't have a plan for what he would do when he got Damian there, if he got Damian there, but he knew he wanted it, all the same. He slanted his mouth over the other boy's and his tongue teased at the space between Damian's lips. One hand moved to the boy's hip, doing some more of that encouraging, and if the world was turning black at the edges, he didn't give a damn. And if that shaking was getting to the point where it was going to cause their teeth to clash, he didn't give a damn about that neither. Just a few more seconds, he told himself. Just a few more.
But the darkness encroached, warning coming in starbursts at the edge of his vision, and he pushed away. Breathing hard, shakes coming fast and faster, and he sat back as his eyes started becoming bloated and glutted black, white eaten by shiny darkness. He stumbled up, backwards, and there was a stark slide of fear on Burden's face, and then he took off, running and gone amid the trees past the house, should Damian go looking.