Re: Log: Liam & Seven
[And there's wasn't a fucking ounce of that caution in Liam's expression that went unobserved or un-swallowed, even if it stung. Seven understood it, in the clinical sort of way that he had started to consider everything that had ever passed between them, and he also grasped it with the emotional influence of bourbon raging in his blood tonight. There was fear and there was grief, tucked alongside that wariness. It spun out from the distance that held them each at bay, tracing comet tails of dust and detriment right there in the empty apartment, holding onto the gravity that kept them apart and together at once.
He waited, knowing that it would come. And knowing that it wasn’t the time to pick at the scabs that seemed to be holding Liam in one tenuous piece, even they they metaphorically itched like a motherfucker. So instead he levelled his gaze on the pale flutter of wings that ruffled Liam’s dark hair against his neck, and a quiet voice in the back of his mind (one that almost sounded Cajun, if he paused to think on it) wondered what those feathers would feel like under his hands.
So it was actually something of a surprise when Liam moved to close the gap that separated them, and he only just managed to drop the fold of his arms from his chest. At first they hung at his sides while he blinked, breathing in the scent of Liam’s shampoo as that head nestled against his shoulder, and then they moved to each side of Liam’s waist. He exhaled softly through his nose, and let the angle of his jaw rest atop Liam’s crown.]