[ He feels rather than sees something settle in his hair, and a quick glance at the locks that have spilled over his shoulder confirms that there are new blooms in his hair. The same flame-colored blossoms that Ori used to save him when he dove out of that tree, as if he could ever forget them. Flowers have a language, and while he doesn’t know what, if any, meaning these blossoms have, he knows that in the language of Ori, they are for him. Her affection made manifest.
For Thoma, any thoughts of the future are far away. He knows that inevitably, they will have to leave this place, and be parted - perhaps forever - but he’s resolved to live in the moment. To take this beautiful gift he’s been given and cherish it for every moment he has it. ]
You mean I’m not already?
[ He’s teasing her, obviously, but he finds himself quite suddenly distracted by the way her teeth catch her lower lip as she tries and fails not to smile. It’s a much more playful look than the uncertainty she usually wears and… Archons, she’s gorgeous. Perfect. Sexy. Something hot coils in his stomach under that look, and he meets her lips eagerly.
When they part again, whether it be moments or hours later, he angles his head to ghost his lips over the line of her jaw, soft and affectionate but no less heated. ]
I wonder if you know what you do to me when you look at me like that.
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For Thoma, any thoughts of the future are far away. He knows that inevitably, they will have to leave this place, and be parted - perhaps forever - but he’s resolved to live in the moment. To take this beautiful gift he’s been given and cherish it for every moment he has it. ]
You mean I’m not already?
[ He’s teasing her, obviously, but he finds himself quite suddenly distracted by the way her teeth catch her lower lip as she tries and fails not to smile. It’s a much more playful look than the uncertainty she usually wears and… Archons, she’s gorgeous. Perfect. Sexy. Something hot coils in his stomach under that look, and he meets her lips eagerly.
When they part again, whether it be moments or hours later, he angles his head to ghost his lips over the line of her jaw, soft and affectionate but no less heated. ]
I wonder if you know what you do to me when you look at me like that.