Phantasie ist wichtiger als Wissen

Literally what could have they been doing!?!?! They are so subtle!

I saw you guys talking about this in my tags hahaha

Tagged by @nevira-names and @mornynge, thank you so much!

I haven't felt like writing for the past weeks, but am carefully dipping my toes back in with some Morgan/Yael/Nate stuff. Putting this below the cut, because it's implied nsfw

Thank you so much for tagging me @nevira-names 💛

A small part from a future chapter of the v-shape fic, in which Adam continues to feel guilty for everything he has done because it wouldn't be my fic without sprinkling in a little bit of sadness in between all of the happiness :^)

Nate spins Yves around, the music fading out, leaving them in complete and utter silence, as Adam continues to wonder: if it wasn't for his bond with Yves, would he still be here? Would he sit upon this tiny pullout couch, with a glass of wine in his hand, enjoying the hushed comforts provided to him? Or would he be back at the Warehouse, on his own, as he always was? He couldn't deny that he was here in part on Nate's good graces, the other man extending an olive branch where a more logical course of action would've been to push Adam away, completely, utterly. The wounds upon his flesh healed by now, long gone from the sight of those who'd cast judgment, yet the scars upon his psyche remained. Was he truly second-guessing this arrangement? Was he truly pondering on the nature of his bond with Yves? "Adam?" Upon hearing his name, he shakes his head, almost involuntarily, before looking up, his icy-green eyes meeting the hazel hue of Yves's own and for a moment, for but a brief, fleeting moment, the world around them fades away, giving only to joy.

Happy birthday to @agentnatesewell's Surina Batra!