The kiss earns Glitch a firmer squeeze before Bagoas leans back, still fully in Glitch's personal space - or as fully as one can be without actually climbing into someone else's lap for a full body cuddle.
He listens, and as he listens his painted eyebrows move into arcs above his painted eyes; and they truly are a pair of peacocks, the both of them; and then his jaw goes slack.
A camera. A magic box with a window that captures life as you see it, and Glitch has told him how it works, shown him all the little pieces that go into it, and the lenses - his mind goes back to diagrams of light bouncing off surfaces - and before he knows it his breath comes in staccato huffs of air. He's speechless, and he could swear he just swallowed his heart.
But then he laughs, one short bark of a laugh (the bark of a very small dog, but a bark nonetheless), and clamps his hands over his mouth.
He never knew the difference between the gift that enhances your beauty and draws the eye, and the gift that enhances your mind, that you can learn and figure out and use for something greater than yourself.
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He listens, and as he listens his painted eyebrows move into arcs above his painted eyes; and they truly are a pair of peacocks, the both of them; and then his jaw goes slack.
A camera. A magic box with a window that captures life as you see it, and Glitch has told him how it works, shown him all the little pieces that go into it, and the lenses - his mind goes back to diagrams of light bouncing off surfaces - and before he knows it his breath comes in staccato huffs of air. He's speechless, and he could swear he just swallowed his heart.
But then he laughs, one short bark of a laugh (the bark of a very small dog, but a bark nonetheless), and clamps his hands over his mouth.
He never knew the difference between the gift that enhances your beauty and draws the eye, and the gift that enhances your mind, that you can learn and figure out and use for something greater than yourself.
Never before tonight.