[ Kaspar will eventually emerge, long after he turns his head underwater to watch the other man beneath the clear water's surface. Legs made weightless as he drifts. It is like watching in slow motion, enveloped in warmth that spares no surface of the submerged.
He remembers the scars that he'd imagined tracing his fingers, his mouth, over in the sunlight. Kaspar's expression is placid in the gentle current, in the quiet that rings his ears like solitude and flash bombs in the dark. Far away, even the sounds of splashing feel out of his reach. There are so many things out of his reach.
He gasps in air once he breaks the surface, hands already reaching to push his wet curls out of his face. Straightened slightly into clumps, darkend by the shade and dampness.
Despite the slight flush, the heave of his broad chest as he catches his breath, and the water that clings to him in rolling rivulets, Kaspar's tension eases with his gaze settled on Steinbeck. He floats over effortlessly, reaching to affectionately brush the hair from Steinbeck's cheeks with the tips of his fingers.
And then Kaspar smiles and splashes him playfully in the face. ]
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2023-01-30 19:45 (UTC)He remembers the scars that he'd imagined tracing his fingers, his mouth, over in the sunlight. Kaspar's expression is placid in the gentle current, in the quiet that rings his ears like solitude and flash bombs in the dark. Far away, even the sounds of splashing feel out of his reach. There are so many things out of his reach.
He gasps in air once he breaks the surface, hands already reaching to push his wet curls out of his face. Straightened slightly into clumps, darkend by the shade and dampness.
Despite the slight flush, the heave of his broad chest as he catches his breath, and the water that clings to him in rolling rivulets, Kaspar's tension eases with his gaze settled on Steinbeck. He floats over effortlessly, reaching to affectionately brush the hair from Steinbeck's cheeks with the tips of his fingers.
And then Kaspar smiles and splashes him playfully in the face. ]