Re: Log: Seven/Liam
[Idly, some part of him wondered how long it had been. Years, certainly, since he'd seen Liam. But how many? Since he'd talked to the Liam that he knew, and not the Liam that just seemed to exist on the periphery?
The man that slammed through the door to the bar without preamble, he thought he might know that man. The dark hair and flopped in front of his eyes -- eyes so blue they hurt to look at directly. But who could know for sure?
Most remarkably, he didn't pull away when pale-white hands reached out to grasp at his face.]
Liam, what - [Cut off by the sudden press of lips against his own, Seven found himself leaning into the sharp-sweet taste of that mouth, kissing Liam back for just a breath before he gathered some sort of reason about himself. His hands came up to grasp at the other man's slender shoulders, thumbs pressed to the sharp wings of his collarbone.]
Liam. [And then he tasted it, the antiseptic tang of vodka on the other's breath.] How [...] How much have you had to drink?