"I thought you liked my big throbbing turgid brain." Bless him and those
kisses, grounding him back in his skin. Cid can't keep his hands from
moving, as if contact with Nero's skin can remind him that he's still here.
That he's warm and real. That this isn't fantasy.
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Date: 2022-11-11 03:00 pm (UTC)"I thought you liked my big throbbing turgid brain." Bless him and those kisses, grounding him back in his skin. Cid can't keep his hands from moving, as if contact with Nero's skin can remind him that he's still here. That he's warm and real. That this isn't fantasy.