They’ve been on a roll, but seeing Ossie like this, sat on his bed, Phil is struck very, very suddenly by the reality of what they’re here for. What Ossie wants him to do. What Ossie wants. That he didn’t even schmooze or lie his way here, that this isn’t the person who will later want to marry him, that this is just… want, plainly, simply. No strings, no underhandedness, no underscoring of everlasting faith or whatever. He’s in someone else’s bed, and he’s just… welcome there for the night.
So don’t blame him if he’s suddenly looking at Ossie with equal parts awe and anxiety, or if his Mantle’s breeze picks up with a fresh chill.
But he shelves that for now (or tries to). Phil moves in, placing himself politely between the man’s legs, grinning as he hums, “Oh? Like what?”
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Date: 2024-02-25 01:50 pm (UTC)So don’t blame him if he’s suddenly looking at Ossie with equal parts awe and anxiety, or if his Mantle’s breeze picks up with a fresh chill.
But he shelves that for now (or tries to). Phil moves in, placing himself politely between the man’s legs, grinning as he hums, “Oh? Like what?”