[ Most people trace out his tattoos when they touch him, or his scars. Somehow, this feels - easier. Ephemera shivers again, breathing out through his mouth. Letting it settle. Letting himself get used to the sensation. He sighs when Drake touches his chest. Lightly, carefully, but -
It feels good. Not so fraught, this time.
Ephemera cracks his good eye, peering down at Drake. Then he leans in and kisses him. Thoroughly. ]
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It feels good. Not so fraught, this time.
Ephemera cracks his good eye, peering down at Drake. Then he leans in and kisses him. Thoroughly. ]