He's a forest spirit, that much Gaius knows. Wild, untrammled and free. He strokes through his hair, lloosening it up, getting the grime off it as soap takes it away--
--before he cups his hands behind Estinien's head to lift it just enough so that he can kiss the other man's lips without enduring bathwater up his own nose.
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Date: 2022-11-13 04:46 pm (UTC)--before he cups his hands behind Estinien's head to lift it just enough so that he can kiss the other man's lips without enduring bathwater up his own nose.