[ he's fighting for the words when a quip would come naturally to him. the scent is brighter, more noticeable than before. it almost feels like the first time as he drags his hand along the back of his neck, down the side, holding it sheepishly. he tries to avoid eye contact, but ultimately it's hard to stray too far from them.
nureyev has those eyes that really drag you in. or maybe the whole packages just drags juno in headfirst, like those old earth stories about mermaids and sailors, except nureyev's sea is the stars and juno's never left the shoreline, just looked out and held onto the longing. ]
Look, I noticed, okay. I notice a lot of things. It's just...
[ it's just what? he asks himself, brow drawing, but only lightly. there's a slope to his shoulders, the tension and the fight in him more flustered than usual, held back and he feels it. a creeping heat up his spine, up his throat. it's dizzying, like blood loss, but with a sweeter taste to it. ] It's nice, this close up.
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[ he's fighting for the words when a quip would come naturally to him. the scent is brighter, more noticeable than before. it almost feels like the first time as he drags his hand along the back of his neck, down the side, holding it sheepishly. he tries to avoid eye contact, but ultimately it's hard to stray too far from them.
nureyev has those eyes that really drag you in. or maybe the whole packages just drags juno in headfirst, like those old earth stories about mermaids and sailors, except nureyev's sea is the stars and juno's never left the shoreline, just looked out and held onto the longing. ]
Look, I noticed, okay. I notice a lot of things. It's just...
[ it's just what? he asks himself, brow drawing, but only lightly. there's a slope to his shoulders, the tension and the fight in him more flustered than usual, held back and he feels it. a creeping heat up his spine, up his throat. it's dizzying, like blood loss, but with a sweeter taste to it. ] It's nice, this close up.