i'm really enjoying your writing style! particularly here;
Thea only lets go of his hand when they get close enough for her to tumble dive onto Mark’s back, kissing at his cheeks and screeching with the same raw jubilance that Kurt knows he feels himself when he sings alone to his stereo, voice loud and cracked and stupidly perfect in its imperfection. He stands there, still and letting the wind and the water and the world soak into his skin, his shoes dropped next to him and his toes on the damp border of the tide line, until Mark swings Thea up and onto his back like a tiny precocious child and they both advance to do the same to Kurt. And then he is the one screeching-his mouth soaked in sea-salt and his insides soaked in rum and his head full of nothing but the stupid, unfettered ease of living.
I love that image, it's so vivid and it's been bouncing around my head for a couple of days now.
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Thea only lets go of his hand when they get close enough for her to tumble dive onto Mark’s back, kissing at his cheeks and screeching with the same raw jubilance that Kurt knows he feels himself when he sings alone to his stereo, voice loud and cracked and stupidly perfect in its imperfection. He stands there, still and letting the wind and the water and the world soak into his skin, his shoes dropped next to him and his toes on the damp border of the tide line, until Mark swings Thea up and onto his back like a tiny precocious child and they both advance to do the same to Kurt. And then he is the one screeching-his mouth soaked in sea-salt and his insides soaked in rum and his head full of nothing but the stupid, unfettered ease of living.
I love that image, it's so vivid and it's been bouncing around my head for a couple of days now.
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It was just him that turned different-like a body with it’s skin inside out except instead of being frightening and wrong it felt good, safe.
Ready to see what's next for Kurt & the boy on the bike :)
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