[ D has learned over the past few weeks that the others here weren't the same as anyone he'd known back home. The humans were different. The dhampirs. There were androids and demons and angels. He'd sipped the blood of a robot to make certain that it wouldn't result in any negative reaction. To give them both comfort in knowing that D wouldn't become noble if something happened and the blood touched his lips.
Asra, on the surface, was human. But he was also magic.
That changed everything. He sends him a text. ]
I'm coming in.
[ It's as much a warning he might give before Asra's bedroom window is lifted and D enters the room. He stays there, waiting for permission to come any closer. ]
[ It's like he's in a fable. A story... in something impossible...
Asra flushed, darkly, staring at the words, re-reading them--
He was still flushed, with pleasure, excitement, a thrilled anxiety, when the familiar dark shape of him lifts the window, sliding in like midnight shadows. He doesn't need to ask permission; Asra casts his arms around D's neck with a glad laugh, soft as a cat's purr, smothered against D's chest. ]
[ He knows that he doesn't need to ask for permission. That Asra willingly invites him inside but that didn't change that D wanted to wait. Each time. It was to show the magician respect. Honor. All of the emotion that D held inside for him. He wraps his arms around him and holds him close. ]
Asra.
[ D is swept in the feeling that this pale-haired beauty inspires in his heart. ]
It's been too long.
[ He carries Asra towards a chair, sitting down with the smaller man in his lap. They're close this way. As near as they can be. ]
[ His complaint was made breathless by the way he closes his eyes and nuzzles in as D lifts him. Like he's nothing, as weightless as a flower, as weightless as moonlight--
He straddles D's lap and leans in to kiss him. Soft, at first, and then again, deeper-- and again, until he can barely breathe, desperate for the taste of the man he's missed so much that every nerve feels afire with the want just to touch him, to soak in his presence... ]
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Asra, on the surface, was human. But he was also magic.
That changed everything. He sends him a text. ]
I'm coming in.
[ It's as much a warning he might give before Asra's bedroom window is lifted and D enters the room. He stays there, waiting for permission to come any closer. ]
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Asra flushed, darkly, staring at the words, re-reading them--
He was still flushed, with pleasure, excitement, a thrilled anxiety, when the familiar dark shape of him lifts the window, sliding in like midnight shadows. He doesn't need to ask permission; Asra casts his arms around D's neck with a glad laugh, soft as a cat's purr, smothered against D's chest. ]
D!
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Asra.
[ D is swept in the feeling that this pale-haired beauty inspires in his heart. ]
It's been too long.
[ He carries Asra towards a chair, sitting down with the smaller man in his lap. They're close this way. As near as they can be. ]
no subject
[ His complaint was made breathless by the way he closes his eyes and nuzzles in as D lifts him. Like he's nothing, as weightless as a flower, as weightless as moonlight--
He straddles D's lap and leans in to kiss him. Soft, at first, and then again, deeper-- and again, until he can barely breathe, desperate for the taste of the man he's missed so much that every nerve feels afire with the want just to touch him, to soak in his presence... ]