"Well...sort of. Most of the time it isn't creating beauty...."
Reaching up, he twists two lengths of Herbert's long bangs back behind him, tying them off neatly so he can pin a bow on. Leaning forward, he smiles over his lover's shoulder, eyes bright.
"... It's just shining a light on what's already there."
"How does this always end up with you complimenting me in some way," he teases, reaching up to set his hand against Alfred's cheek. "Not that I'm complaining, of course. You can compliment me all you like.
You have such a poetic way of speaking, you know. Perhaps that stems from your music."
At this, the younger man just smiles. He knows a part of it is deflection, but he really does love complimenting Herbert, telling him how wonderful he is. His lover may not admit it, but he needs that just as much as Alfred does.
"Maybe," he muses in a soft little purr, nuzzling into Herbert's hand, "My family name does come from a line of writers, too. It was the only part of my family I ever felt any kind of connection to. I...I like it, saying these things to you out loud."
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Reaching up, he twists two lengths of Herbert's long bangs back behind him, tying them off neatly so he can pin a bow on. Leaning forward, he smiles over his lover's shoulder, eyes bright.
"... It's just shining a light on what's already there."
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You have such a poetic way of speaking, you know. Perhaps that stems from your music."
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"Maybe," he muses in a soft little purr, nuzzling into Herbert's hand, "My family name does come from a line of writers, too. It was the only part of my family I ever felt any kind of connection to. I...I like it, saying these things to you out loud."