Back to old ways for different reasons, not that Arthur would acknowledge anything of the sort. No thinking about trees, or spells, or overly innocent boys with black hair and blue eyes. He looked back at Leto steadily for a few, creeping seconds.
The moment he slid his unoccupied hand over Leto's firm biceps was also the moment he yanked him forward for a kiss, impatience or a need for denial and distraction kicking in - whichever was which.
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Date: 2009-05-26 11:41 am (UTC)The moment he slid his unoccupied hand over Leto's firm biceps was also the moment he yanked him forward for a kiss, impatience or a need for denial and distraction kicking in - whichever was which.