[He looks so soft, and particularly inviting, but Amal is quite happy with what they're doing right now. Funny how his masks and his charms vanish in the presence of someone he loves. All of his attention is on Raha, though-- first, to make sure that he doesn't mind the hair-stroking, then because the touch is being reciprocated with fingertips so gentle he forgets to breathe for a moment.
Despite his tattoos, there aren't any scars on Amal's face to hide. His cheeks are a little soft, betraying his age; he's still in his mid twenties, after all, and bushy beards are not in his genes, elfy or otherwise. His lashes flutter and then close, lips twitching into a smile.]
Difficult to believe this is real.
[He draws his nails lightly from the nape of Raha's neck upward, following the natural part of his hair, and then back down again.]
At any moment I'll have to wake up, and then explain why I can't look at you without blushing like a smitten fool. Though I am quite smitten, and very much a fool... but a happy one.
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Date: 2023-01-20 09:33 pm (UTC)Despite his tattoos, there aren't any scars on Amal's face to hide. His cheeks are a little soft, betraying his age; he's still in his mid twenties, after all, and bushy beards are not in his genes, elfy or otherwise. His lashes flutter and then close, lips twitching into a smile.]
Difficult to believe this is real.
[He draws his nails lightly from the nape of Raha's neck upward, following the natural part of his hair, and then back down again.]
At any moment I'll have to wake up, and then explain why I can't look at you without blushing like a smitten fool. Though I am quite smitten, and very much a fool... but a happy one.