Mathièu & Ibelin

[antonnachzehrer]

Ibelin shrugs. "They're always cold," he mumbles, but doesn't stop the other boy.

{I would, if I could. :< Busy with schoolwork? Sorry replies were so sporadic today, it's my mom's birthday and I had to run a few last-minute errands.}

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[timbits_tootsie]

"...Not always."

Mathieu presses the palm of Ibelin's hand flat to his chest, trapping it there with his own hands. The heart beneath flesh and bone thumps hard, fast, rushing with nervousness.

(Yeah, it's an exam that I have to hand in on Friday. But I can finish it! And tell your mom happy birthday! I didn't know :3)

[antonnachzehrer]

Ibelin inhales sharply at the intimate touch, but doesn't pull away. "They are nowadays," he murmurs.

{What's it for? I will. :3}

[timbits_tootsie]

"I missed you."

The words tumble out of Mathieu's mouth without thought. His face goes hot, but next to touching Ibelin that feels unimportant. He inches closer across the mattress until their faces are close, only an inch apart.

(I don't know how to translate it into English, but it's theory stuff and teaching and whatnot. Boring, in any case. And now I'm going to collapse in bed. XD.)

[antonnachzehrer]

Ibelin shifts, not sure if he's trying to get away or move closer. "I missed you too," he whispers.

{Ah, I see. :3 Yeah, what were you doing up so late? *INTENT STARING*}