[His voice is so low, Yuca wouldn't have been able to hear him if they weren't so close together. There's something different about Yuca, different from the last time he saw him, and Horst is determined not to take it as a hopeful sign.
He lightly rests his forehead against Yuca's, as he struggles to just get a clear thought in his head, just one verdammt thought that doesn't involve the thought of Yuca, the color of his eyes or the straightness of his hair, the feel of Yuca's cheek against his palm or the softness of his lips--
And then it wasn't just a thought anymore, but something Horst realized he was doing.]
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Date: 2011-01-30 06:35 am (UTC)[His voice is so low, Yuca wouldn't have been able to hear him if they weren't so close together. There's something different about Yuca, different from the last time he saw him, and Horst is determined not to take it as a hopeful sign.
He lightly rests his forehead against Yuca's, as he struggles to just get a clear thought in his head, just one verdammt thought that doesn't involve the thought of Yuca, the color of his eyes or the straightness of his hair, the feel of Yuca's cheek against his palm or the softness of his lips--
And then it wasn't just a thought anymore, but something Horst realized he was doing.]