[ quentin holds him close, but makes a noise of surprise when that leg slides over his hips, when koby ends up atop him, hands planted. quentin is pinned in by his body and seeing the determination in koby's eyes is exactly what he wanted. he drops his arms so that his palms can rest on koby's thighs, petting them up and down.
they creep up to his sides when their foreheads touch. in the dark like this, their faces close, quentin's eyes glow bright and gold, shimmering in the dark. the blue magic around them suddenly bursts wide and vibrant, the color of it dousing their room in pale blue, lighting up the lines of koby's sweet face, the purse of his lips and the furrow of his brow. ]
Do you think I believed all of those things? Do you think I would want to be without you? Do you think I am sorry for how we met?
[ he huffs a little, tired and watery himself, and the magic swirls around them, dusting across koby's cheeks, his brow, his back, his arms... everywhere he can cocoon in warmth, the magic goes. quentin doesn't know how he does it - doesn't know how to wrangle the thing that bursts wild and rampant through him. ]
I'll fight for this. I'm hardly ready to let this house do what it's trying to do. And I'm not saying goodbye to you if I don't have to. Just wanted you to remember you can fight for it, too.
[ the magic presses into koby's skin, warm and soft, finding every little freckle or mole, alighting there, curving around his lips that quentin loves so, so well, he can see the magic more often now - but he doesn't realize that it's exposed like it is now - a raw nerve thriving against koby's haki, burst to full in desperation to end koby's despair. ]
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they creep up to his sides when their foreheads touch. in the dark like this, their faces close, quentin's eyes glow bright and gold, shimmering in the dark. the blue magic around them suddenly bursts wide and vibrant, the color of it dousing their room in pale blue, lighting up the lines of koby's sweet face, the purse of his lips and the furrow of his brow. ]
Do you think I believed all of those things? Do you think I would want to be without you? Do you think I am sorry for how we met?
[ he huffs a little, tired and watery himself, and the magic swirls around them, dusting across koby's cheeks, his brow, his back, his arms... everywhere he can cocoon in warmth, the magic goes. quentin doesn't know how he does it - doesn't know how to wrangle the thing that bursts wild and rampant through him. ]
I'll fight for this. I'm hardly ready to let this house do what it's trying to do. And I'm not saying goodbye to you if I don't have to. Just wanted you to remember you can fight for it, too.
[ the magic presses into koby's skin, warm and soft, finding every little freckle or mole, alighting there, curving around his lips that quentin loves so, so well, he can see the magic more often now - but he doesn't realize that it's exposed like it is now - a raw nerve thriving against koby's haki, burst to full in desperation to end koby's despair. ]