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@nocturnys​ said :  lisle grabs archer by the collar and pulls him in for one deep, long 'i haven't seen you in months and you come here unannounced??' kiss

     𝙸𝚃 𝙸𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚅𝙰𝙼𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙴, but Carlisle manages to throw him for a loop every so often. Maybe it’s because he hasn’t reached out for months on end. No call, no letters. Silence for nearly a year. That’s on him. He knows the other has every right to be angry, every right not to forgive him. It’s what he expects at least. Though, he can’t say he’s ever seen Carlisle angry and there are some days Archer wonders if he ever will. 

     Today, however, he’s met with fervent lips and a hold that tightens on his collar and Archer melts into it instantly. He can’t keep it to one kiss. No, Archer refuses to let the other man go. A soft hum escapes him and he uses his speed to get the other up against the nearest wall. Was it to steady him or to steady himself? He can’t think straight, as one hand cups Carlisle’s cheek and the other has a hold on his hip. Lips part, kiss deepened, eyes close as he allows himself to be lost in the other. There’s an ache in his chest, in his hands, in his brain. Dizzied by the very essence that is his best friend, his student and his teacher, his confidante and all the things Archer can’t even begin to name. 

     He pulls away as if he needs to breathe, red eyes opening to meet caramel warmth as thumb smoothed over porcelain skin. ❝ Did you miss me as I’ve missed you? ❞

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@nocturnys​ said :  carlisle brushes archers hair to the side of his temple and gives his forehead a good kiss

     𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙱𝙴. Moments like this remind Archer of the softer parts that the world has to offer. Stranger still that he finds that with another who, like him, no longer ages. Eyes flutter shut as soft lips press against his forehead and before Carlisle can move away, a hand reaches up to hold him in place. Time seems to stand still and Archer wonders if now is the right time to reveal all he’s wanted to say to him, all he’s thought about every day since meeting him. Fingers slip toward the back of his neck, holding him steady and even Archer doesn’t know what he’s going to do next. That is, until he presses his forehead against Carlisle’s, eyes still closed.

     Minutes pass and Archer doesn’t care. Such a simple exchange can be considered small and insignificant, but not to the ancient. No, right here and right now... this is everything.