Finally (For Emilian)

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian grinned and tried to sit Michael up, brushing deep red hair from his face before putting the bottle safely away on an end table. "I think I'm right," he said. "I'm pretty sure." He didn't take his hand from Michael's hair when they were settled in again, but moved it softly through the waves as his eyes traced lines he had memorized long before.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael let his head rest back against the back of the couch and closed his eyes. Still, even with the state he was in, he felt Emilian's eyes on him, and after a few moments opened his own. "You're staring," he teased, something he never would have done with anyone other than Dare sober. He reached up to push lightly against Emilian's chest.