The whole world is flooding up a notch in color as the wave upon wave in his system is breaking without something to push it too. The cinescope colors of the world around him, that everyone else in the world thinks is too bright to be real flushing across everything. Including Cath with her bright, winning smile and her enthusiasm.
Fingers resting on his skin, like maybe she could scale him as well as the rest of the mountain, without pause.
Rippling across the thundering wash of his heart beat, and the rapid breaths still cooling themselves down.
Which is the last thing he's actually going to let them do. Peter out, heart beat, breath, the wave of his body far past warmd up, so he has to wind right back up, again, into this space. When, instead, he let his mouth curve mischievous and warm, when he says, "Good. Because you're only halfway now."
Even if he agrees about all the amazing part. He loves this land. He's always loved it. And he loves getting to share it.
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Date: 2013-01-28 03:27 am (UTC)Fingers resting on his skin, like maybe she could scale him as well as the rest of the mountain, without pause.
Rippling across the thundering wash of his heart beat, and the rapid breaths still cooling themselves down.
Which is the last thing he's actually going to let them do. Peter out, heart beat, breath, the wave of his body far past warmd up, so he has to wind right back up, again, into this space. When, instead, he let his mouth curve mischievous and warm, when he says, "Good. Because you're only halfway now."
Even if he agrees about all the amazing part. He loves this land. He's always loved it. And he loves getting to share it.