And ride he does. Sinric lifts his arms again, swaying and moving to some unheard music, the primal bass of it in their heartbeats and breathing. His long hair, still curling at the tips, falls over his shoulders and down his back as he dances his passion.
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Date: 2015-11-16 11:38 am (UTC)