Jan 7, 2024
new year's event && levete ... ( @lcvcntc )
a heavy arm falls around levente, his shoulder a weighted leaning post for the one who doesn't seem to hold his own, but is it an act? alcohol is an aroma difficult to dismiss like a perfume too potent on the wearer, but he is? “ do you remember . . . ” laughter interrupts his thought, an index finger presses into the space between the croÿ's shoulder and chest right where the lapel of a jacket sits. “ no, no you don't. ” sasha shakes his head, this coded exchange, onesided. “ but i do. marriage and we never. ” another pause, “ not you and me. ” he laughs again, an almost childish delivery. “ me and . . . which sister? ” fingers snap. “ the blonde one. ”