Aoba Seragaki ([personal profile] scrappyblue) wrote in [community profile] orendalogs 2018-10-27 03:19 pm (UTC)

Aoba’s thoughts weren’t impure, just—more intimately romantic than he was comfortable with them being. Desire managed to come across as prioritizing the physical, but that was why he was the aspect that Reason had to impress realistic boundaries upon. But the impulse was momentary, rather than all-consuming, especially when Declan started messing with Aoba’s perspective of what was up or down.

Without gravity to pull him one singular way, to tell his brain which direction the ground was in, Aoba couldn’t have said if it was really them rotating or if the ship had magically begun to spin around them. Without vertigo or any sense of danger pressing at him, adjusting finally turned towards relaxing. The gentle turns made everything feel like slow motion, like it didn’t matter how quickly the field of stars outside the windows was changing, because everything inside the ship was just hung on a handful of moments.

“My hair?” he repeated, the seeming absurdity bringing a splutter of amusement from his lips. Naturally, a smile had to follow. As much as he was not-unused to his hair drawing attention for various reasons, Declan’s was refreshingly unobtrusive. “I feel like it must look pretty ridiculous right now.”

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