Anael smiled again, and relaxed his hand under the soft stroke to the sensitive skin of his wrist, letting Alcuin have at it. "Will you tell me?" he requested with a soft smile. "What it's like. Being in love."
He had felt it, of course, felt it every day that went by, but always - secondhand. And he was curious to find out what words Alcuin would put to it.
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Date: 2014-10-08 01:19 am (UTC)He had felt it, of course, felt it every day that went by, but always - secondhand. And he was curious to find out what words Alcuin would put to it.