Levi hasn't felt his heart do somersaults in his chest like this since he was thirty. "That sounds like a good plan," he says, utterly failing to sound or look suave, and instead just watching Phenex's face like he's semi-mesmerized by them. "Later. When we're alone."
It's fine that the question is rhetorical, because as soon as they finish asking it, Levi leans in to capture the kiss without bothering to answer. As his eyes close, he gets a distinct, searing mental image, Bart's hand twined with his, how his own pink skin looked pressed against the other man's dark bronze, but now he imagines the soft gleam of ivory that is the angel's skin there, with them. Three palms pressed together--and maybe there's more in that than just a pretty image. Maybe a musician and a painter belong in the arms of the angel of art.
Maybe this was somehow meant to happen. Either way, the kiss feels like hope, and the angel's lips, Levi is sure, are both the softest and strongest things in the world.
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Date: 2020-11-12 04:15 am (UTC)It's fine that the question is rhetorical, because as soon as they finish asking it, Levi leans in to capture the kiss without bothering to answer. As his eyes close, he gets a distinct, searing mental image, Bart's hand twined with his, how his own pink skin looked pressed against the other man's dark bronze, but now he imagines the soft gleam of ivory that is the angel's skin there, with them. Three palms pressed together--and maybe there's more in that than just a pretty image. Maybe a musician and a painter belong in the arms of the angel of art.
Maybe this was somehow meant to happen. Either way, the kiss feels like hope, and the angel's lips, Levi is sure, are both the softest and strongest things in the world.