Moving around the bench, he straddles it, turning so that he can beckon for Georg to face him. Gently, he reaches out, gently starting again to trace the lines of the other man's face, his jaw, his cheekbones, even the line of his neck over his collar.
He doesn't touch the edge of the scars, peeking out on pale skin. He's seen them, when Georg has had his shirt open or off, but...something about them, about focusing on them makes Alfred uneasy. Disjointed little images, sounds. A strange clicking. A dark laugh. The scent of earth.
Georg will tell him, someday, he's sure, when he is ready.
For now, Alfred just smiles, voice thoughtful. "...It does. You have such nice bone structure, and - your skin is pale, yes, but...but smooth, and soft. I think you're beautiful."
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Date: 2022-04-01 04:56 am (UTC)Moving around the bench, he straddles it, turning so that he can beckon for Georg to face him. Gently, he reaches out, gently starting again to trace the lines of the other man's face, his jaw, his cheekbones, even the line of his neck over his collar.
He doesn't touch the edge of the scars, peeking out on pale skin. He's seen them, when Georg has had his shirt open or off, but...something about them, about focusing on them makes Alfred uneasy. Disjointed little images, sounds. A strange clicking. A dark laugh. The scent of earth.
Georg will tell him, someday, he's sure, when he is ready.
For now, Alfred just smiles, voice thoughtful. "...It does. You have such nice bone structure, and - your skin is pale, yes, but...but smooth, and soft. I think you're beautiful."