[ He can picture it, Tim wrapped up in wool and soft fleece, hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate. Or perhaps buried in his pockets as the walks through the snow on his way to church on a frosty Sunday morning. Reading a book by a fire. It's a sweet Hallmark greetings card kind of image. A world away from this noisy, decadent party.
As for himself, Armand tilts his head slightly as he considers it. ]
I would wear black. I actually prefer darker colours. Something that hugs the body, exposing everything while leaving all else a mystery. A distraction for beautiful women and.. [ His gaze travels appreciatively down Tim's outfit, roving over his exposed skin. ] Discerning gentlemen.
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[ He can picture it, Tim wrapped up in wool and soft fleece, hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate. Or perhaps buried in his pockets as the walks through the snow on his way to church on a frosty Sunday morning. Reading a book by a fire. It's a sweet Hallmark greetings card kind of image. A world away from this noisy, decadent party.
As for himself, Armand tilts his head slightly as he considers it. ]
I would wear black. I actually prefer darker colours. Something that hugs the body, exposing everything while leaving all else a mystery. A distraction for beautiful women and.. [ His gaze travels appreciatively down Tim's outfit, roving over his exposed skin. ] Discerning gentlemen.