Sep 2, 2021
it's not wip wednesday anymore but i also immediately lost the thread of this syd/faustus thing but i like this bit too much
(“Fifteen minute walk,” Syd says, mouthing at the coarse border where his jaw turns scruffy with hair. “Ten minute jog if Roz’s really blowing up my phone.”
“You could do that jog in eight if you tried, Spikey.” Faustus thumbs at the curve of Syd’s hip with a lightness that borders on tenderness for them. No real intent on looking for more beyond needing his hands on Syd.
“Fuck you I could make it in seven and a half,” Syd snarks back, ending the conversation with a kiss.)