[ It is a bit awkward, with the back of Ferdinand’s chair still acting as a barrier between them. Everything in him wants to jolt to his feet, to sweep the taller man into his arms and kiss him like – he’s now realizing – he’s wanted to kiss him for a while. But the moment they share over the back of the chair is a sweet one in its own right, Hubert pressing their lips together with purpose, as if he could do anything without it.
They must part eventually, spurred by the troublesome need to breathe and the awkward angle. Still, Ferdinand is grinning, flushed and entirely too happy. Despite the wind, it’s a sunny day, though he may well put the sun to shame with his smile.
Even when the wind whips a bit of his hair, now freed from the half-finished braid at his back, across his face. It simply startles a laugh out of him. ]
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They must part eventually, spurred by the troublesome need to breathe and the awkward angle. Still, Ferdinand is grinning, flushed and entirely too happy. Despite the wind, it’s a sunny day, though he may well put the sun to shame with his smile.
Even when the wind whips a bit of his hair, now freed from the half-finished braid at his back, across his face. It simply startles a laugh out of him. ]
Ah, I interrupted your braiding.
[ He doesn’t seem terribly sorry about that. ]