Everything ThatHadGone Into The Making OfThe World

“You did. Though let’s not forget how you’d purposely break your own tower after that just to call my attention. What if The Lead sent someone else at the time, what would you have done then?” He asked, now curious as he carefully brushed his thumb over the map of veins on the back of Colton’s hand. The talk about growing old yanked his heart down to the pit of his stomach. He really didn’t know how to respond to that. How is this even going to work? Paled by his thoughts, Danny held the clock spirit’s hand even tighter. “We’ll just have to find out in twenty years then, won’t we?”

Colton shrugged at Danny’s question. “But he didn’t. He sent you, and I got to see you again, and now look at us.” Colton watched as Danny traced his thumb over his skin, the mechanic’s work worn fingers tickling his softer skin. He squeezed back and nudged the other young man with his shoulder. “Yes, I suppose we will.” He leaned over and kissed Danny’s cheek softly. “Not that I’m in a rush for twenty years to come. I don’t mind going the slow way.”

“it’s actually twenty months,” danny smiled, always fascinated by colton’s concept of time. “in twenty seconds, you’re still this faux-apprentice who didn’t even know what a micrometer was.” he chuckled, “in twenty years, well the verdict’s still out.” // @nonxmortem ( ft. colton.)

Colton smiled as he fondly remembered their first meeting. “I learned eventually though didn’t I?” He reached across and held Danny’s hand. “I’d like to still know you in twenty years. I’ve watched the towns people grow through whole lives, but it would nice to actually apart of one as well.”