[Theo's eyes close at the contact. Oliver's lips touch the corner of his own and it's like they're a world away - in the sun kissed sheets of the bed in their room, enchanted stars overhead and Ragnor's movement down the hall. Where they would lay like lazy cats, arms around each other like threads woven together and Theo felt for the first time in so long: safe. There's threads of that safety that remain, brittle and heavily defended, and moments like this reinforce them while other moments challenge the whole tapestry.
He turns his head in toward Oliver, seeking out a kiss, lip to lip - slow, delicate, but overflowing with warmth.]
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He turns his head in toward Oliver, seeking out a kiss, lip to lip - slow, delicate, but overflowing with warmth.]