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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]

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.