contact part deux

[bouchonne]

if this were modern times byerly would probably make you listen to total eclipse of the heart before you were able to leave a message

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[cozen]

[ Bastien looks at By's face while By looks at his hand. He's well past the point of memorization. He used to sneak it in during glances up from letters or reports. More recently he's had mornings. Not all that many of them, but a few, when there were no scheduled meetings or pressing matters or restless, busy moods to prevent Bastien from holding very still and keeping very quiet for a little while to watch him sleep.

Other lovers—because there have been others, some of them lasting a year or more, even if the shallowness of feeling makes lover a misleading label—he'd have felt finished looking at, around now. Stories that were only as good as their twists and unresolved questions, without any humor or elegant phrasing or varying interpretations to reward revisiting them.

But he's as fascinated by the length of Byerly's eyelashes as he was a year ago.

And then he's grinning. ]

I am not getting a tattoo.

[bouchonne]

[ That makes Byerly laugh. He reaches out his finger and traces on Bastien's forehead the unmistakable shape of a dick and hairy balls. ]

It'll be so elegant.

[cozen]

[ The idea of a forehead tattoo is enough to make Bastien start snickering through his nose, before the shape becomes obvious and the laughter moves to his throat instead. ]

Your coat of arms?

[bouchonne]

[ He hums in smug confirmation. ]

Any embellishments you'd like?

[cozen]

Mmm.

[ He makes a show of thinking. Some of his thinking is not about embellishments; it's making a mental note to ink a message below his belly button (on top of his skin, thanks) sometime when he can count on Byerly finding it. ]

Stars. And grapes.