Re: Log: Liam & Seven
[His first instinct was to release his hold on the white-feathered plane of those wings when Liam shuddered, but there was an unknown element that made it alright. Even as Liam's jaw tightened, and he grit his teeth against the invasive touch, he was a pliable thing, moulding to the grasp of Seven's calloused fingers and allowing that tight grasp on the loose material that covered the small of his back.]
Sorry. [The word was exhaled, but he wasn't entirely sure that he meant it. Yeah, he didn't want to send the jolt of an impersonable touch through the tendons of Liam's wings if he could help it, but that was just about it. Any more, and he was setting his teeth in a hardened line. Smirking up to the high heavens like he somehow knew better.] Guess I just haven't figured out how to go about not-touching you, love.