They are better than perfect. You are better than perfect.
[Perfect was an illusion. The tarts, Essek, they were real. Warm and sweet and earnest and Caleb stood before closing that half step that Essek had taken away from him to pull the drow into his arms, to nuzzle and then kiss at a floured cheek.
Another nuzzle, another kiss, urging him to drop the apron.]
They smell like home used to. I'd nearly forgotten...
[But oh the memory had come rushing back.]
I am going to eat the entire tray if I am not stopped. But first I need to kiss you or I will burst.
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[Perfect was an illusion. The tarts, Essek, they were real. Warm and sweet and earnest and Caleb stood before closing that half step that Essek had taken away from him to pull the drow into his arms, to nuzzle and then kiss at a floured cheek.
Another nuzzle, another kiss, urging him to drop the apron.]
They smell like home used to. I'd nearly forgotten...
[But oh the memory had come rushing back.]
I am going to eat the entire tray if I am not stopped. But first I need to kiss you or I will burst.