@selfishisuppose sent:
⤷ [ CARRY ]: sender, having been carried by the receiver for other reasons, winds up sitting in their lap once they sit down.
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑪𝑯 𝑶𝑵 𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑳 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑳𝒀 𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮. Had Eden been a younger man, he might've had the stamina to party along with the others. The Crows really knew how to throw a party. He could see Rook being the center of that celebration and why shouldn't they? They had saved the world from total annihilation and subjugation. Let them enjoy this moment.
He had been enjoying it too, drinking fancy antivan wines, and reuniting with Dorian. How many dances had they danced in the great hall of the Cantori Diamond? He lost count, and while he was a little tipsy, he feared Dorian had his fair share of drink and merriment. So, with one fluid motion, he swept his love into his arms and bid everyone good night. He carried his sweet through the halls and into one of the guest rooms where he closed the door with his foot and proceeded to collapse onto the large, comfortable bed. When he sat up, he chuckled and found that his lap had been occupied by one handsome mage.
❝ Hello, darlin'. ❞ he reached out to run his hand through Dorian's dark hair.
❝ How ah've missed ye. ❞ He slipped his arms around his middle and proceed to nuzzle his face into his neck.
❝ Now, ah'm ne'er lettin' ye go. ❞
