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[thirtybits]

"This is Judah's voicemail, no need to leave your number, I'll reply as soon as I can."



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[depicted]

[Dorian manages a slight smile.] I think we're past the point where saying it can do us more harm.

[thirtybits]

That's true. That's one good thing your clone did then, it hurt hearing him say it, but it's alright now, at least. [Judas returns that smile.] I love you too much to care about something not even directly related to you. Or, I mean, I care, but not in relation to you. You shouldn't worry about 'where you stand'.

[depicted]

Are you sure? Up in a tree as we are, it's good to keep an eye on our footing.

[thirtybits]

[He laughs, tilting his head forward to muffle the sound against Dorian.]

You raise a good point.

[depicted]

[Smiling, Dorian ducks his head again, but this time at a closer range.] Alas, but I am reckless, and I would like very much to kiss you again.

[thirtybits]

Then you can, you don't have to stop yourself or ask. Not for something like that, anyway.

[depicted]

What do I have to ask for?

[thirtybits]

Ah. Well. Same as ever. I'm pathetic, so. Nothing new.

[depicted]

[Accepting the point for what it is, Dorian takes a careful kiss. He works through it as if it were a negotiation of territory; for each moment he seizes, he waits for a signal of Judas's acceptance, and then he takes more. But in that slow built there is much of what Dorian has denied himself for all this time. He has felt alone, and now he wants to erase the feeling.]

[thirtybits]

[Judas tries to encourage Dorian, noticing the hesitancy. His fingers curl in Dorian's hair and he tries to stay close without losing balance.]

...Standing on the ground or at least sitting might be a little easier.

[depicted]

True. But the symbolism is so direct up here.

[With a smile, he gives Judas space.] And I was wanting to keep playing. You're not the only pretty thing I want to make up for lost time with.

[thirtybits]

What symbolism am I missing here? But I figured as much, that's why I intended to turn right around, I didn't mean to take up your time.

[depicted]

[He doesn't answer the first part, but for the second he grips Judas's sleeve more tightly.] No, stay. I want your company.

[thirtybits]

Going to play your club music for me?

[depicted]

[Dorian answers with a smile] Going to grind against me listening to it?

[thirtybits]

[Judas shakes his head, but can't help laughing.] You're not a stranger.

[depicted]

It doesn't have to be a stranger.

[thirtybits]

Oh, well in that case, just no. Not exactly my thing, sorry. It might be hard for you to play like that, after all.

[depicted]

You'd be surprised. [This time, he just kisses Judas briefly.] I'll play something a little more traditional.

[thirtybits]

[He smiles.] That would be nice. I really did love watching you play. It's nice seeing you so into something.

Is it sacrilege for me to listen in my shirt front?

[depicted]

[Dorian smiles.] I think I can permit it.

[thirtybits]

Are you sure? I can climb down and get my jacket if you'll be offended.

[depicted]

It's a sacrifice, but I will endure.

[thirtybits]

You're too kind.

[Grinning, he kisses Dorian's cheek.]

What have you got to play?

[depicted]

[Dorian smiles involuntarily at the gesture, as if he were a boy again and such things carried twice their weight.] What are you in the mood for? Something cheerful or lighthearted, sorrowful, contemplative . . .