a list of memories Gus forgot first
For aillil, who is loved crazily and muchly, on her birthday! Hope you have a lovely day, darling, despite our continued tradition of birthday angst. ;D
The way Gideon liked to thread their fingers together, sliding their palms together at first, then curling his fingers down against his knuckles, little finger to first finger.
Gideon laughing over something in morning light, the sound of water boiling, his own quiet laughter.
Gideon holding out three sections of an orange on his palm.
The sound of Gideon and his grandfather's portrait talking seriously together in another room.
Bach.
The way Gideon had bent over him and let sparks of his magic drip from his fingers to collect in the hollow of his throat, the feel of his magic, the way Gideon had arched towards his touch when he'd let his own flow freely through his fingers.
Darkness, one finger stroking along his eyebrow, morning.
Gideon fast asleep and lying on his stomach, his own fingers tracing the faint scar tissue down one side of his back, the way Gideon stirred in his sleep when he'd kissed his shoulder.
The breakfast room at Stenningfield, light glinting off silverware, Gideon raising his eyebrows at him across the table.
How it felt to lie back in Gideon's arms with the tap dripping and their bodies sliding together in warm water.
Gideon's skin in sunlight and how it tasted of the sea.
The sea on a wet day in April and how the salt skimmed up over the narrow beach to slap them full in the face, and Gideon's mouth tasted of tea and the salt note of his come, still.
One tree in Regent's Park.
The way snow smells in a warm kitchen on a February night.
The way that Gideon looked when he told him he loved him, the words he said and the order he said them in, the way they touched each other so carefully and desperately afterwards.
Teeth on his skin, the feel of Gideon clenching around his cock, how he'd come silently, sometimes, and afterwards laugh.
The way he'd grinned across the table at him that first evening in the pub, his voice saying Rookwood, his fingers, a spinning beermat, Rookwood.
Kessar. Hapus. Sanezzi eszi. Meddal. Rhyfeddol. Rwy'n dy garu--
The way Gideon liked to thread their fingers together, sliding their palms together at first, then curling his fingers down against his knuckles, little finger to first finger.
Gideon laughing over something in morning light, the sound of water boiling, his own quiet laughter.
Gideon holding out three sections of an orange on his palm.
The sound of Gideon and his grandfather's portrait talking seriously together in another room.
Bach.
The way Gideon had bent over him and let sparks of his magic drip from his fingers to collect in the hollow of his throat, the feel of his magic, the way Gideon had arched towards his touch when he'd let his own flow freely through his fingers.
Darkness, one finger stroking along his eyebrow, morning.
Gideon fast asleep and lying on his stomach, his own fingers tracing the faint scar tissue down one side of his back, the way Gideon stirred in his sleep when he'd kissed his shoulder.
The breakfast room at Stenningfield, light glinting off silverware, Gideon raising his eyebrows at him across the table.
How it felt to lie back in Gideon's arms with the tap dripping and their bodies sliding together in warm water.
Gideon's skin in sunlight and how it tasted of the sea.
The sea on a wet day in April and how the salt skimmed up over the narrow beach to slap them full in the face, and Gideon's mouth tasted of tea and the salt note of his come, still.
One tree in Regent's Park.
The way snow smells in a warm kitchen on a February night.
The way that Gideon looked when he told him he loved him, the words he said and the order he said them in, the way they touched each other so carefully and desperately afterwards.
Teeth on his skin, the feel of Gideon clenching around his cock, how he'd come silently, sometimes, and afterwards laugh.
The way he'd grinned across the table at him that first evening in the pub, his voice saying Rookwood, his fingers, a spinning beermat, Rookwood.
Kessar. Hapus. Sanezzi eszi. Meddal. Rhyfeddol. Rwy'n dy garu--