"My Sammy, short for Samir! Unless... You don't like that either?" Inquisitive jest is meted out with crescent like flash of a wolf's fangs; currently masqueraded behind the alabaster facade of an apex predator. Ruddy cheeks, schoolboy demeanor and an embarrassing tendency to fumble over linguistics most had down as second nature. Could this one be any more adorable? Despite best attempts to keep a lid on bubbly personality though, it appears quarry had been startled and scared away like a deer from headlights; just as breezy and graceful in his retreat as in advance.
Moonlike face peeks it's way out from behind stony horizon, and the next sentence puts immoderate qualms and worries to rest; ensuring that Kal indeed did have a shot at bat in this ball park. The fount of crackling energy manifests once more, huntsman on his chase and ending directly in front of Samir; soles hanging by sparkling threads in the air; body suspended upside down so he was face to face with the kindred soul.
"It's crazy is what it is. To think that there's one person out there that'll accept us for who we are; regardless of flaws and embarrassing kink-er... ticks. And scary too... To think that you can fall for the wrong person and no matter how hard you try, no matter what you do for them they can still cast you aside like an old and ripped up snow hound jacket." Reply comes with the rise and fall of wide shoulders. Truth rang like hammer upon red hot iron with every resounding word, and it is obvious Kal is no stranger to heartbreak. With one so outgoing that wore a bleeding heart upon his sleeve, how could he be? The world was a cruel place, one that took advantage of nice guys doomed to finish last.
Are a better-uh... Fighter than a lover. Covered pearly abyss splits wide open once more, tanned rough and tumble tendrils scratching away at the back of inky locks. "Well, sometimes you fight to protect what you love. who says I can't be bot-hey! What'd I do wrong this time?" Exclamation given as pounds of muscle and scar tissue drop from their airborne position, flipping so that statuesque figure lands in a thudding crouch before taking off after picture perfect sun kissed and gilded glory. "So where are we going, Sammy?"
Curiosity piqued, the seraph was now in it to win it; and efforts would not cease until the fat lady hit her high note. After all, were the best things in life not worth the struggle they came with? Like throwing the last punch, the roar of cheering fans... And this tight jean clad a** that currently served as a shining beacon to guide the way.
Moonlike face peeks it's way out from behind stony horizon, and the next sentence puts immoderate qualms and worries to rest; ensuring that Kal indeed did have a shot at bat in this ball park. The fount of crackling energy manifests once more, huntsman on his chase and ending directly in front of Samir; soles hanging by sparkling threads in the air; body suspended upside down so he was face to face with the kindred soul.
"It's crazy is what it is. To think that there's one person out there that'll accept us for who we are; regardless of flaws and embarrassing kink-er... ticks. And scary too... To think that you can fall for the wrong person and no matter how hard you try, no matter what you do for them they can still cast you aside like an old and ripped up snow hound jacket." Reply comes with the rise and fall of wide shoulders. Truth rang like hammer upon red hot iron with every resounding word, and it is obvious Kal is no stranger to heartbreak. With one so outgoing that wore a bleeding heart upon his sleeve, how could he be? The world was a cruel place, one that took advantage of nice guys doomed to finish last.
Are a better-uh... Fighter than a lover. Covered pearly abyss splits wide open once more, tanned rough and tumble tendrils scratching away at the back of inky locks. "Well, sometimes you fight to protect what you love. who says I can't be bot-hey! What'd I do wrong this time?" Exclamation given as pounds of muscle and scar tissue drop from their airborne position, flipping so that statuesque figure lands in a thudding crouch before taking off after picture perfect sun kissed and gilded glory. "So where are we going, Sammy?"
Curiosity piqued, the seraph was now in it to win it; and efforts would not cease until the fat lady hit her high note. After all, were the best things in life not worth the struggle they came with? Like throwing the last punch, the roar of cheering fans... And this tight jean clad a** that currently served as a shining beacon to guide the way.
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