ttartarus:
lo and behold, once hazel followed lithe digit, almost CEASELESS glitter in it’s perch of the sky. a short croon, something so simplistic to convey acknowledgement as he took in the speck of luster. ❝ and i know if it was habitable, you’d be there right NOW. ❞ the breeze susurrated around them, biting enough to make him tuck open palms into MUCH warmer coat pockets. craters into cheeks vanish as lips press together, numb cartilage of his nose rubbing against sleeve for friction. ❝ once we’ve got commercial space travel, you’ve gotta PROMISE to go on a road-trip with me. ❞ who else but his best friend would he take across the galaxies ? ❝ not sure there will be any restaurants out there– ❞ index is now gliding over inky brow, thumb resting at temple & something of reflection upon marble visage.
❝ I promise. ❞ he said sincerely. ❝ We’d be pretty far advanced to have entire extraterrestrial restaurants! ❞ he laughed, full of mirth. Vincent let his eyes wander over the onyx night sky, allowing himself to imagine what a space-trip with Duncan would entail. Vincent imagined his hard-working best-friend relaxed, pointing out from their spaceship, at cosmic dust and far-away stars in awe, smiling. With the thought, his laughing grin turned into something more soft and contented, full of deep affection. ❝ You cold? ❞ he asked softly.
