[ it's there in Ganymede's voice, worry, longing, desire to reach out and help. underneath all the god stuff, he's the kind of guy who wants to give himself away — to charities, to older men — and it's what Vivian likes most about him, that generous nature, even as it concerns him. ]
[ but then Ganymede slides into his lap and Vivian's eyes light up. he nuzzles against one soft cheek, grinning slightly at the question. ]
Who me? Nah. I live the high life while you're not around.
[ he strokes his hands from the tops of Ganymede's shoulders, all the way down his back to the waterline, wet and slow, fingers against the muscle. it all seems so fragile right now. ]
I just eat all your good food... lie around listening to Vivaldi... throw parties...
[ he's talking such obvious shit, for the sake of wringing out a smile. he kisses Ganymede's nose, which is unusually sentimental by Viv's standards, but he's feeling a little romantic tonight, in that end-of-the-world sort of way. ]
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[ but then Ganymede slides into his lap and Vivian's eyes light up. he nuzzles against one soft cheek, grinning slightly at the question. ]
Who me? Nah. I live the high life while you're not around.
[ he strokes his hands from the tops of Ganymede's shoulders, all the way down his back to the waterline, wet and slow, fingers against the muscle. it all seems so fragile right now. ]
I just eat all your good food... lie around listening to Vivaldi... throw parties...
[ he's talking such obvious shit, for the sake of wringing out a smile. he kisses Ganymede's nose, which is unusually sentimental by Viv's standards, but he's feeling a little romantic tonight, in that end-of-the-world sort of way. ]