Wereachandfall
Gaze dips to follow his own fingers as they trace the lines of engraving on the compass held loose in Jack’s hand. Smile tucks itself at corner of mouth, and when he glances back up through his lashes, it’s knowing.
“Dived for it. Off the Amalfi Coast.”
Questing fingers had pried it from its resting place in the clear depths – the same fingers which had cleaned it, later, on the sun-drenched shore; the same fingers which had fixed it up, replaced the parts that needed replacing.
“It was that or a two-for-one on navy rum.”
Dived for it, he says. Yes, of course he did.
It’s perhaps one of the many things he loves about Hephaestion. How at ease he is at sea, not in love with the tide and the storms as Jack is, perhaps, but equally comfortable with braving those waves.
Gaze dips to follow his own fingers as they trace the lines of engraving on the compass held loose in Jack’s hand. Smile tucks itself at corner of mouth, and when he glances back up through his lashes, it’s knowing.
“Dived for it. Off the Amalfi Coast.”
Questing fingers had pried it from its resting place in the clear depths – the same fingers which had cleaned it, later, on the sun-drenched shore; the same fingers which had fixed it up, replaced the parts that needed replacing.
“It was that or a two-for-one on navy rum.”
Dived for it, he says. Yes, of course he did.
It’s perhaps one of the many things he loves about Hephaestion. How at ease he is at sea, not in love with the tide and the storms as Jack is, perhaps, but equally comfortable with braving those waves.
Gaze dips to follow his own fingers as they trace the lines of engraving on the compass held loose in Jack’s hand. Smile tucks itself at corner of mouth, and when he glances back up through his lashes, it’s knowing.
“Dived for it. Off the Amalfi Coast.”
Questing fingers had pried it from its resting place in the clear depths – the same fingers which had cleaned it, later, on the sun-drenched shore; the same fingers which had fixed it up, replaced the parts that needed replacing.
“It was that or a two-for-one on navy rum.”
Dived for it, he says. Yes, of course he did.
It’s perhaps one of the many things he loves about Hephaestion. How at ease he is at sea, not in love with the tide and the storms as Jack is, perhaps, but equally comfortable with braving those waves.
