#marshing-on

[redheadjew]

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The verdurous forest of his gaze captures the aureate sunlight for mere moments, as his eyes roll upwards with poorly concealed fondness at the other’s words, before setting it free. He cannot recall the last time his pummeling heart had not threatened to break free from within the confines of his chest upon sensing the electrifying warmth of the other’s touch, and he chastises himself for it. 

His leaden gaze follows the contours of the callused fingers resting against his skin until it meets with the other’s, and before long he finds himself submerged within the bottomless oceans of the young man’s eyes. It is nearly enough to deafen him to Stan’s spoken offer, until he is jostled out of his reverie by the strong arms which he is lifted into. 

  ❝——Stan, what the hell are you doing?❞

[redheadjew]

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  ❝——I guess you wear it pretty well.❞ Often times, Stan’s guileless, inherent good-heartedness tends to outshine his stupidity. Kyle has always wondered whether that is partially the reason behind his particular talent for getting away with nearly anything, especially in the earlier days of their boyhood. 

The locks of his hair seem to steal away the sanguine heat of the flames as his head cants to the side so that he may observe the other’s reaction, although it is nothing compared to the scandalous tinge of shame which dusts the prominent ridges of his cheekbones upon discerning the rather indiscreet suggestion written into Stan’s words. ❝——Jesus, dude.❞ His breathless sigh melts within the crisp autumn air, even as his fingers move to curl into the other’s knee in a gesture which could hardly be interpreted as anything short of promising. His unreserved smile widens with a stifled snort at the abrupt dissonance erupting from the instrument.

 ❝——Maybe you’ll learn a song to play for me by the time you come visit me in California.❞

[redheadjew]

“  yes,  the rumors are true.  i’m a lovey-dovey dumbass.  ”

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  ❝——Emphasis on the ‘dumbass’ part.❞ The soft edges of his smile dampen the tang of his teasing words. His feathern weight sinks further against the solid wall of Stan’s chest, and within the languorous silence of the forest which carries the crackling symphony of ignited wood into the darkest depths of the night, he finds himself seeking to feel the reverberations of the other’s heartbeat within the hollow cage of his own ribs. 

  ❝——Oh, I almost forgot.❞ His words are coated in a tinge of nonchalance as he hands the other the small, velvet laced box which he has retrieved from the confines of his backpack, as though the fine, intricate lines engraved upon the silvern surface of the harmonica ( From Kyle, your Super Best Friend ) which sits in the center of the box bear not such enormous significance in his heart; as though he does not feel nervous for Stan to understand the extent of the devotion behind those inscribed words. ❝——You know what they say; it’s never too late to learn.❞

[redheadjew]

Protective starters - “You’re so clumsy... come here.” (From Stan @marshing-on)

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  ❝——I am not clumsy, you are simply distracting.❞ The pearlescent line of his teeth bites down upon the hushed wince which threatens to spill from between his lips, as his willowy form all but crumbles upon the bench where the other is seated. Long fingers carelessly unravel from around the basketball grasped within their hold before cradling his abraded knee and drawing it up towards his chest. ❝——And don’t even think about taking that as a compliment.❞