[ Basch privately suspects the elevator somehow knew to wait until they’d finished, but he is not opposed to its choice and so he says nothing. If anything, he hopes it somehow cleans itself before someone else steps in. But the thrill it might now is still a thrill.
He’s reluctant to leave Sylvain’s hold, but there’s no protest; he trusts this night isn’t finished, and he would rather enjoy it more comfortably. The gardens smell sweet and earthy and that puts him at ease, even if walking naked in semi public is still enough to make him shy. But there’s no real use getting dressed again, and this place is full of oddness. So he uses his discarded shirt to clean himself off, then is following after Sylvain, the odd desire to take the other’s hand skimming across his mind. He doesn’t act on it, but he does tuck it away, something strange and unfathomable and oddly precious. ]
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Date: 2024-01-14 05:40 am (UTC)He’s reluctant to leave Sylvain’s hold, but there’s no protest; he trusts this night isn’t finished, and he would rather enjoy it more comfortably. The gardens smell sweet and earthy and that puts him at ease, even if walking naked in semi public is still enough to make him shy. But there’s no real use getting dressed again, and this place is full of oddness. So he uses his discarded shirt to clean himself off, then is following after Sylvain, the odd desire to take the other’s hand skimming across his mind. He doesn’t act on it, but he does tuck it away, something strange and unfathomable and oddly precious. ]
It’s beautiful up here. Quiet.