[Up close, those rhythmic, mechanical sounds almost resemble a heartbeat. Steady, yet somehow insistent. Fire dances through Altius's fingers, warmer than the surrounding air, yet nowhere near the blaze its appearance might imply. Thinner than water, more substantial than air, a breeze without movement.
What would the others think if they were to see them now, they wonder? Is this moment even something the company would allow them to have?
Nothing more than a fleeting thought. They can be selfish this once. Just once. They can have this until they have to return.
Their hand slips from their chest to his back, and when Altius finally pulls away they duck their head, resting the top rim of the clock against his shoulder.]
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What would the others think if they were to see them now, they wonder? Is this moment even something the company would allow them to have?
Nothing more than a fleeting thought. They can be selfish this once. Just once. They can have this until they have to return.
Their hand slips from their chest to his back, and when Altius finally pulls away they duck their head, resting the top rim of the clock against his shoulder.]