The real thing, he can't say. His mind moves in circles around the other, though. The one trapped in this room with them like a ghost he's been trying not to acknowledge, to give power to, but what keeps Agent Choi sullying his teeth with the salt off Soleum's skin for. He observes him through the far corner of his eye, his last kiss still stinging the spot he'd laid it, spreading down his neck like a feverish rash.
At first, he merely thinks about it, but he can't maintain it. So after only a few seconds, his face turns, lips brushing the high point of the agent's cheekbone; he turns more, catching the corner of his mouth, hands groping at his hips for something to hold on to when his forehead falls into the long wind of Agent Choi's neck. ]
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The real thing, he can't say. His mind moves in circles around the other, though. The one trapped in this room with them like a ghost he's been trying not to acknowledge, to give power to, but what keeps Agent Choi sullying his teeth with the salt off Soleum's skin for. He observes him through the far corner of his eye, his last kiss still stinging the spot he'd laid it, spreading down his neck like a feverish rash.
At first, he merely thinks about it, but he can't maintain it. So after only a few seconds, his face turns, lips brushing the high point of the agent's cheekbone; he turns more, catching the corner of his mouth, hands groping at his hips for something to hold on to when his forehead falls into the long wind of Agent Choi's neck. ]
I just want to be more like you.
[ This again. But it's not a lie. It never was. ]
If I let tonight go, will I be closer to that?