08-23-2019, 07:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-23-2019, 08:58 PM by Zechariah Meijer.)
Unaware of his lost chance at 3 seconds of skin, Zechariah looked over the room (and indeed, not much more than) with an apprehensive smile.
Christopher talked often often about the nightmares of class mixing in public, despite both of their tendencies to do so after dark. For the first time, he contemplated the words as they were.
It was a different world. But university boys were … well, they smelled better and said prettier words. But they were flighty.
Simon had never moved – not once. He rather fancied that a sign. That Simon was steadfast and reliable, and not to be taken by flights of fancy.
“Thank you,” he said with a flustered smile, holding the brandy out to Benjamin. “I was glad for the invitation!”
He smiled smittenly at Simon and sat down, though looked mildly alarmed when the chair swayed precariously under his weight.
Steadfast and reliable. He would get through this for a man who was steadfast and reliable.
Christopher talked often often about the nightmares of class mixing in public, despite both of their tendencies to do so after dark. For the first time, he contemplated the words as they were.
It was a different world. But university boys were … well, they smelled better and said prettier words. But they were flighty.
Simon had never moved – not once. He rather fancied that a sign. That Simon was steadfast and reliable, and not to be taken by flights of fancy.
“Thank you,” he said with a flustered smile, holding the brandy out to Benjamin. “I was glad for the invitation!”
He smiled smittenly at Simon and sat down, though looked mildly alarmed when the chair swayed precariously under his weight.
Steadfast and reliable. He would get through this for a man who was steadfast and reliable.
