I think I like the messy noisy ridiculous stupid parts of you best. The simple parts, too. The handsome parts. The parts where I get to kiss you like this.

[ and it's a little on the dramatic side because quentin has watched one of those movie things recently, and he bends deep, enough to tip koby back, to dip him just a little in his strong arms and kiss him hard and wanting. just so koby doesn't have to reach or tiptoe to kiss him - because koby deserves to have everything made easy for him.

he deserves a softer journey than the ones they left behind.

he laughs against koby's mouth shortly after, keeping him tilted back, looking into his wide eyes with such adoration. their auras are one mess of violet in the room but the blue begins to beat it out just a little, magic tickling in the freckles he'd kissed into his skin so long ago. ]

I love you. It doesn't matter where we are. That will never change.