an excerpt from the first time fic ive finished and am in editing mode for!! this is right near the end. they make me unwell
alt text is added, but ive since been told itâs not accessible to all screenreaders, so heres the text below too:
âI wasnât sure,â Miles starts, and Phoenix is jolted back to reality because his voice sure sounds it, âbut I grabbed you a t-shirt to wear to bed, if you wanted it.â He lifts what Phoenix now realises is exactly that; pale green, featuring some scrunched-up print. Phoenix blinks at it. He must blink for too long, because Miles rushes to add, âDonât feel obliged,â and Phoenix is jolted for a second time.
âNoâthatâs great, thank you. Iâll wear it.â He reaches out for it, and when Miles hands it over, itâs soft, as if itâs been worn and then washed a lot. Phoenix unravels it in his hands and is faced with a colourfully loud design of the Steel Samuraiâs titular main character.Â
Phoenix tries to marry up the image of the Miles that regularly wears this to the Miles that wears matching pink silk pyjamas to bed. Itâs too much new and incredible knowledge about the man; he promptly fails. He canât even manage to restrain the smile thatâs bunching up one of his cheeks.
âDonât start,â Miles is already warning, and Phoenix just laughs, immediately relieved for the tension release.Â
âIf you didnât want me to start, you wouldâve picked a less inviting t-shirt for me to wear, surely?â
Milesâs face flushes under the lamplight, and he scowls. âItâs my comfiest one,â he says, defensively.Â
Phoenix grins at him and says, âYouâre sweet,â and then flushes himself.Â
Heâs wondering if heâs hallucinating that tiny smile in one corner of Milesâs mouth when Miles turns back to the bed, muttering, âGo get changed, Wright. Itâs late.â