Sinric moans, his head tossed back and his hair fanning around his head like a halo. The gold glow flickers, the warmth of it pulsing with the beat of his hears, the race of his breathing.
He looks up at Hannibal, his golden eyes liquid and hazy as he looks deeply into Hannibal's blood warm eyes. Looking so deep.
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Date: 2017-06-22 09:02 am (UTC)He looks up at Hannibal, his golden eyes liquid and hazy as he looks deeply into Hannibal's blood warm eyes. Looking so deep.