( it does feel like the quiet before the storm, dick notes, if the storm happens to be a handsome vampire with long hair and wood-bound silhouette, stalking the forest like a predator. dick does not mind being the prey. he feels him before he sees him, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up straight in a way that elicits pleasure instead of fear -- vampires are not, after all, so scary when they kiss the way rafa kisses, or when dick knows what its like to be held in their tanned hands like early morning delights.
he looks back, disbelieving in equal measures. zitkad pffffbts again, quieter, happy because dick is happy, because dick can be nothing else in rafa's presence.
it's been awhile, but not quite as long as three hundred years, dick remembers. he stares at rafa for a few moments too long, sitting on a log while the burn of a fire lights up the structure of his face, shadows casting him half in the dark. he stands, suddenly. )
Raffles.
( bad joke. he'd like to see rafa smile. he pads over without a word, first to hook his finger in the necklace around his vampire's neck, sliding his hand down to find the gold ring embedded with the phrase questo posto e il prossimo. this place and the next. dick nods, once, and before there are kisses there's a hug rafa get enveloped in, because before anything he's dick's dear, dear friend, and dick has been running a surprising shortage of those, lately. )
I missed you, ( he says, into the side of his hair. dick squeezes him tighter. ) You feel like a dream. Possibly, I have dreamed about this, is why. Don't make fun of me? I'm begging.
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he looks back, disbelieving in equal measures. zitkad pffffbts again, quieter, happy because dick is happy, because dick can be nothing else in rafa's presence.
it's been awhile, but not quite as long as three hundred years, dick remembers. he stares at rafa for a few moments too long, sitting on a log while the burn of a fire lights up the structure of his face, shadows casting him half in the dark. he stands, suddenly. )
Raffles.
( bad joke. he'd like to see rafa smile. he pads over without a word, first to hook his finger in the necklace around his vampire's neck, sliding his hand down to find the gold ring embedded with the phrase questo posto e il prossimo. this place and the next. dick nods, once, and before there are kisses there's a hug rafa get enveloped in, because before anything he's dick's dear, dear friend, and dick has been running a surprising shortage of those, lately. )
I missed you, ( he says, into the side of his hair. dick squeezes him tighter. ) You feel like a dream. Possibly, I have dreamed about this, is why. Don't make fun of me? I'm begging.