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[whatwas]

[It's possible Horst is the happiest person in Adstring right now. He's outside, lounging on the grass, in the sun.]

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[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Come water my flowers with me.

[GRINNING AT YOU FOREVER.]

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Goddammit it shouldn't be so good to see Yuca--well, smiling, really.]

I'll be right there! Ah, how has this event effected you?

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[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[His expression flickers, but he shrugs anyway.]

I'll tell you when you get here.

[x,y]. Hurry.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[And he does, like he always does, but today it takes him a half hour to get there.]

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[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[Look? Yuca is standing next to the tree Horst gave him, gently looking through it's branches, picking off the occasional bug here and there.]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst watches a moment, shielding his eyes from the sun, and then he makes his way through the grass to him.]

You like it. [He sounds surprised--and really pleased.]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Like what?

[Looking back, curiously. Totally innocent. He looks younger, somehow. The strain of immortality isn't in his eyes, the way he carries his shoulders.]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

The tree.

[Horst nods at it, but doesn't take his eyes off Yuca; it takes him a few minutes to realize what's different.]

You know--when I planted this for you, when I showed it to you...you looked a lot like you do now.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

You mean it?

[He laughs softly, moving to sit down in the grass next to it.]

I remember that.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He settles, too, sprawling beside him.]

It was fun. Best Valentine's I've had in--well, who knows how long.

How are you taking the event...?

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Well enough. It's been- interesting.

[He sits as well, grinning at him.]

But you! Out here during the daylight! Will wonders never cease?

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

I can't get used to it! If not for the bugs in the grass, I'd strip down and follow Hawke around in my birthday suit. And, here--

[He presses his hand to Yuca's neck]

--I'm warm.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Are you?

[He leans into the touch, all light and soft, his pulse bounding beneath Horst's fingers.]

Let me feel.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He pulls Yuca closer, fascinated as he touches Yuca's pulse and doesn't want to feed. Just to prove it to himself he leans forward--not thinking much--and kisses his neck lightly]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[Yuca smiles at the tickle, pulling away just slightly before tucking his head against the crook of Horst's neck.]

I'm glad you got this chance.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst can't help clinging to him, feeling Yuca's shirt against his bare skin, not hearing every beat of his heart, not smelling the tang of blood...just Yuca.

His voice is, perhaps understandably, small and quiet.]

I am, too.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[Yuca pauses a moment, before kissing him just once- light, soft, simple- and he pulls away.]

This is a good event.