[ Kavinsky needs more than he knows, Sam's sure of that - he's not as sure that Sam's the one who can give it to him, but that doesn't matter right now.
What matters is that it's too late to dislodge Sam. Kavinsky's mind is a familiar feel, from the time they accidentally shared brain space, and Sam settles deeper into it. There's the feel of fingertips up his spine, warm and solid as if they were actually there, and Sam leans in to curl his hand around the back of Kavinsky's neck and hold on tight, kissing him again. ]
(I am who I am, tiger, you've seen most of it.) [ More than a lot of the Nest, really - he's seen the memories of Sam killing men and saving them, felt downy feathers and sharp knives.
He is who he is, and the darkness that twines in his mind doesn't make him feel the sun any less brighter.
You let me in, his mind murmurs, an observation and a promise, and he threads his other hand in Kavinsky's hair hard enough to sting and wraps his wings around them both. ]
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What matters is that it's too late to dislodge Sam. Kavinsky's mind is a familiar feel, from the time they accidentally shared brain space, and Sam settles deeper into it. There's the feel of fingertips up his spine, warm and solid as if they were actually there, and Sam leans in to curl his hand around the back of Kavinsky's neck and hold on tight, kissing him again. ]
( I am who I am, tiger, you've seen most of it. ) [ More than a lot of the Nest, really - he's seen the memories of Sam killing men and saving them, felt downy feathers and sharp knives.
He is who he is, and the darkness that twines in his mind doesn't make him feel the sun any less brighter.
You let me in, his mind murmurs, an observation and a promise, and he threads his other hand in Kavinsky's hair hard enough to sting and wraps his wings around them both. ]