[the flush creeping up on Dohalim's cheeks is ignorable for now as his smile widens slightly; he never would have known he'd be able to feel this happy again. the contentedness that falls over him, not unlike sitting outside in the park with his friends again, playing their violins and enjoying each other's company. those were the only times he felt any sort of happiness, but this... this is different. it's that and so much more; it's like an ever filling cup he can't stop drinking from.
Red Wine's company alone and any unspoken words between them is enough. enough that he can hold whatever feelings he has for the man close to him, and not fear ruining what they have by saying something out of pocket. but when he says that, Dohalim can't help but feel his heart skip a beat for a moment; suddenly he feels like he's also toeing that edge, shifting ever closer. it's a leap of faith, but is it one he's willing to take? perhaps, like he's said himself, it may not be so bad to jump, especially with Red Wine]
Hm...
[slipping a hand between them, Dohalim rests it gently over the other man's chest, right over his heart]
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Red Wine's company alone and any unspoken words between them is enough. enough that he can hold whatever feelings he has for the man close to him, and not fear ruining what they have by saying something out of pocket. but when he says that, Dohalim can't help but feel his heart skip a beat for a moment; suddenly he feels like he's also toeing that edge, shifting ever closer. it's a leap of faith, but is it one he's willing to take? perhaps, like he's said himself, it may not be so bad to jump, especially with Red Wine]
Hm...
[slipping a hand between them, Dohalim rests it gently over the other man's chest, right over his heart]
I think... I'd like it. Falling with you.