Their laughter fills the air, carefree and light. The day is young, and so is their joy. The sun's light is heavy, bright, and they are squinting, perhaps because of this, but perhaps from mirth. They are at peace.
"Do you ever think that you want a moment never to end and then realize how absolutely horrible that would be and then end up feeling just so incredibly claustrophobic?" There is a pensive hint to the shorter boy's tone as he looks down at the grass. He is leaning against a tree, and his hand is torturously near to the other male's.
"All the time. It's something of a shock when that doesn't happen, actually." He laughs. "A good kind of shock, though."
"What about now? Would you want now to last forever?" He licks his lips nervously, eyes still trained on the vegetation.
"Hm… Not quite."
Before the rejection quite kicks in, Solomon feels a larger hand rest on his, feels the warmth and the calluses and the sudden change in the emotional climate. He blinks, and he is not entirely sure what is happening anymore.
"I would now," says Ghastly, his voice soft, shy, and they both smile.
A/N: This pairing makes me feel really really happy.
~Mademise Morte