onethrillsβ || dane.
βAh. I see. Semantics mean a lot to you, donβt they?β Daneβs voice is lightly teasing, deep in the way it wraps around his words, and itβs obvious in his eyes and his expression that heβs enjoying this already. Itβs been a long time since he went and did something like this just for the sake of doingΒ it, and it still gives him the same head rush as it always has. When Soren makes it clear he means to accept his help, Dane kneels down, offering his thigh to him for climbing purposes.Β βUp you go.β With a smile, he tilts his chin up to study Sorenβs features in the darkness, and he decides then β like heβs decided before, a time or two β that heβs never seen him look quite as stunning as he does right now.Β
βonly in instances where they ought to matter!β soren replies brightly. nearly everything about him is bright, from his smile to the glint in his eyes as heβs offered his proper mount.Β βwhy, thank you good sir,β he tuts in an assumed voice, placing one hand on daneβs shoulder as his foot presses down on his thigh. with the boost, itβs actually rather easy to toss his weight up and over the fence, landing with a grace that never wouldβve been achieved before his turning. he may have been spirited but athletic, he was not. ren smiles at dane through the gate, hair a bit windtossed and smile full of mirth.Β βdonβt keep me waiting too long,β he teases,Β βitβs lonely over here without you.β












