“Hello,” Lucien says, warm and wondering, entirely content to just lie there for a while longer. He feels heavy and languid, too heavy to move just now; but appreciative of the welcome weight of Laertes against him. In the dimming glow of the fire, his hair is all golds and browns, less like the usual halo and more like a lion’s mane.
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Date: 2024-01-04 03:39 pm (UTC)