that's the kind of love (i've been dreamin' of)
happy young royals eve eve to all who celebrate!! before season 3 drops and proves me wrong, here's a little speculation about what might be happening in that hallway scene (and a few other scenes I think might tie together). hope you enjoy!
“Wille, I was—ahh—joking,” Simon gasped as Wille leaned in to nuzzle his nose against his neck. “We can’t—” “Why not?” Wille interjected, rasping his words against the shell of Simon’s ear. He punctuated the sentence with a light nip to Simon’s earlobe. “Everyone’s at the bonfire anyway. And anyway, everyone else gets to pull shit like this. Why shouldn’t we get to do the same?” A memory arose in the back of Wille’s mind—a couple sharing a parting kiss in the hallway by his dorm, lost in a stolen moment. He couldn’t recall their faces now, just the simple freedom with which they had embraced, and the unnamed longing that had swelled in him to do the same—to be carefree, even reckless.
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