[To yearn...To pine...For years. Decades. He had wanted to hear some semblance of that acceptance, that mutuality in affection. But even as a man of God, even as the Right Hand of Judgment he had known that there'd been little hope for that dream, that it might as well have been foolishness on his part.
Yet he would've never stopped trying if it hadn't been for Maxwell's insatiable ambitions.
Yet all that...It hardly mattered. It...Nothing compared to this..This moment.]
M-maxwell...O'....A-ah joos'....C-ca—
[A hush as that pernicious mouth engulfed his own in a lover's embrace, his arms clutching so tightly around him he feared he might've crushed his near-skeletal frame if he'd been too vigorous.]
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Date: 2010-08-11 08:59 am (UTC)Yet he would've never stopped trying if it hadn't been for Maxwell's insatiable ambitions.
Yet all that...It hardly mattered. It...Nothing compared to this..This moment.]
M-maxwell...O'....A-ah joos'....C-ca—
[A hush as that pernicious mouth engulfed his own in a lover's embrace, his arms clutching so tightly around him he feared he might've crushed his near-skeletal frame if he'd been too vigorous.]