[He blushes at the touch. Leans into it because of the tenderness and because it feels so good in this moment. Endless summer, the garden beating out the smell of the stables on the wind, and God he just wants this moment to stay like this.
And okay, there's the right amount of contrast between tender and exactly what Sypha's mirror time tended to lead to in the evening. There's a hand in Trevor's hair, trying to hold him where he is.]
No. I don't think there's magic to help with that in any form.
[Sypha's way with words was a problem some nights.]
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[He blushes at the touch. Leans into it because of the tenderness and because it feels so good in this moment. Endless summer, the garden beating out the smell of the stables on the wind, and God he just wants this moment to stay like this.
And okay, there's the right amount of contrast between tender and exactly what Sypha's mirror time tended to lead to in the evening. There's a hand in Trevor's hair, trying to hold him where he is.]
No. I don't think there's magic to help with that in any form.
[Sypha's way with words was a problem some nights.]