gravity don't mean that much to me
He finishes hard, riding out the waves that crest over him, panting and slightly slick with sweat in place of the rain that had soaked him before. But he’s not one to complain, not as he lifts his head, pressing his forehead against Sam’s when the question is aired, a small huff of a breathy laugh leaving him. “I’d say yer right in the way it warms.” Brushing his nose along Sam’s, he smirks before pulling away completely — a hum of a sound slipping from him with the sensation as he parts from them.
“Why’s it like that?” He asks, recovering the best he can, running a hand through his hair and along his neck where the two bites would scar into small silvery lines. He works to clean himself up, then, fixing his pants as he looks over to Sam with that similar honey brown gaze of before — lingered with amusement and now a hint of exhaustion.
“Why’s it like that?” He asks, recovering the best he can, running a hand through his hair and along his neck where the two bites would scar into small silvery lines. He works to clean himself up, then, fixing his pants as he looks over to Sam with that similar honey brown gaze of before — lingered with amusement and now a hint of exhaustion.
now i'm floating near the atmosphere
no shackles on my feet
MILO
