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accepting \ nonsexual acts of intimacy
♠ : Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
There was beauty in the smallest things. How romantic of thought, but Tae couldn’t help but feel dreamy after reading all night. He was tired, not having been able to put this particular book down and was regretting it while he walked to get coffee the following morning-- book under his arm. But he was smiling without knowing it, a gentle flush to his cheeks and his eyes downcast only out of embarrassment to his thoughts. Romance wasn’t entirely lost on him-- but it felt like a distant experience in his life. Literature always made him hopeless in it.
Books over glorified emotions with descriptions written out in ways to paint a unique picture in one's mind. Tae believed that a group of people could read a scene in any piece of literature and see something distinctive. Even with the same words, their personal experiences would shape the scene. He applied that concept to his acting, knowing that he was portraying his characters with his vision of them and that from the audience each person would see his performance uniquely to them.
Thumper was always a touchy person-- someone who didn’t mind rubbing his thumb on your hand even after one honest conversation. Love and romance; deeper intimacy would remain an experience he longed on, but it wasn't lost to him. He gravitated to be kind above else, to make sure those around him were taken care of even in small things. That in its self, gave him enough.
He was currently staring at Ella’s necklace, his eyes blurry in sleep deprivation, but it was impressively crooked for how she liked to present herself.
Without saying anything he stepped towards her, his nose wrinkling into a scrunched determined expression. Each of his hands slid around the side of her neck, gently pulling the metal, brushing the skin with the edge of nails. The warmth of this area of the body made his palms sweat a little, but he was focused on his job, though a breath away-- a step more and they would collide chests.
His teeth worried to his lip, careful not to catch her hair in the back hook which looked knotted into a twist near the nape of her neck. It only took a second, realigning the few pieces hanging off the necklace, so it situated together instead of a tangled down her front. In finality, he pushed his forearm back, catching her hair in a cascading wave to allow it to better fall down her back as too not once more get trapped in the metal.
“There-- beautiful now,” he smiled contently, petting her shoulder awkwardly like it had been super important he fixed it, and she had done an excellent job at letting him. He yawned to cover up his tact, taking a step nearby and situated down into it to keep reading his book-- a faint dust of color to his ears.
