i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
Looking very properly like a puppy who is trying his best to understand the praise he thinks he's being given, Ever smiles slowly as he searches Danta's face for some reason to think he was the punchline of a joke. "Well, I know more than I did before I went in, though I was surprised by how varied sex can be." It's exactly the sort of naive thing one might expect someone like Ever to say. "I found that what I was drawn to one day wasn't that interesting the next. Did you know the House of Midnight's rooms can change, depending on how you want them? I had no idea something like that would make a difference." Reaching for his whiskey as he continued to try and recall the highlites of what he'd learned, Ever raises his glass to his lips.
"Oh, and I learned that I am a top."
As for the job offer which was actually a compliment, as the aviator takes his second sip—one that he manages far better than the first—Ever meets the Maverick's gaze with the soft sort of openness that comes from being a man who had no idea the usefulness of being handsome or even what it necessarily entails. "Thanks. You are too." Becaues it was polite to return a compliment, right?
"I'm Everest, by the way." Reaching out, the aviator offers a strong and vaguely calloused hand for the Maverick to shake.
"Oh, and I learned that I am a top."
As for the job offer which was actually a compliment, as the aviator takes his second sip—one that he manages far better than the first—Ever meets the Maverick's gaze with the soft sort of openness that comes from being a man who had no idea the usefulness of being handsome or even what it necessarily entails. "Thanks. You are too." Becaues it was polite to return a compliment, right?
"I'm Everest, by the way." Reaching out, the aviator offers a strong and vaguely calloused hand for the Maverick to shake.
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