The words hang in the air for longer than the rest of the other man's sentence, still curled in his ear and turning down the volume on the rest of the explanation, even if he may not recall until later what came after. Three words so incredibly powerful that, for a moment, he just returns the gaze and still can't find the words.
What eventually seeps deeper than the words is the cool hand at his fire hot cheek, shocking him out of his reverie and snapping him back to the present. He blinks, gaze sharpening on Enver's face.
"Your skin marks easily."
It's the first thing that can work its way loose from his brain, the first thought of a few that suddenly rush to the front of his mind the moment he can make his mouth work again. The flash of guilt might have fallen into oblivion but he hasn't forgotten it existed to begin with.
With the heat of the fire still baking them from one side, he takes the initiative in scooping up the candelabra from the mantle again with one hand, taking the wrist of the hand at his face in the other. He doesn't need the light, but he knows the human does. His touch is light, proof perhaps to both of them that he can control his strength.
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The words hang in the air for longer than the rest of the other man's sentence, still curled in his ear and turning down the volume on the rest of the explanation, even if he may not recall until later what came after. Three words so incredibly powerful that, for a moment, he just returns the gaze and still can't find the words.
What eventually seeps deeper than the words is the cool hand at his fire hot cheek, shocking him out of his reverie and snapping him back to the present. He blinks, gaze sharpening on Enver's face.
"Your skin marks easily."
It's the first thing that can work its way loose from his brain, the first thought of a few that suddenly rush to the front of his mind the moment he can make his mouth work again. The flash of guilt might have fallen into oblivion but he hasn't forgotten it existed to begin with.
With the heat of the fire still baking them from one side, he takes the initiative in scooping up the candelabra from the mantle again with one hand, taking the wrist of the hand at his face in the other. He doesn't need the light, but he knows the human does. His touch is light, proof perhaps to both of them that he can control his strength.
"Will you show me?"