insidiose: (while you're sleeping until you believe)
credence. ([personal profile] insidiose) wrote2017-04-20 08:23 pm

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[personal profile] mund 2017-05-10 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ he kisses him back, forefinger and thumb grasping his chin. he doesn't let credence go -- that kiss, soft and sweet, is too short, and he's drawing him close again. graves might not say it, but he pours his feelings for him into the kiss, pressing another to his mouth, then another.

all things considered, credence has put up an impressive front; and there's something endearing about that embarrassed smile. he's leaning into his hands, in no particular hurry to do anything else. ]


I'm not going anywhere. [ he promises, noting how credence has done such a good job with the bandages. it's firm, and all he has to do is ride this out. his thumb smooths over credence's bottom lip when he pulls away briefly, never straying too far from him. but his mind strays to more practical matters, just for a few moments. ] Did Kowalski ask you to work for him?