some pages from the new story
Lord Jeremiah and Kitchi share quiet time and get to know each other.

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A new story is brewing.
getting research notes together for a pre-revolution,polyamorous adventure.
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yup. did it with Jonas.
he’s about to go into book 4 with Theron
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Getting book 3 of my trilogy completed
I just added some more new content with Jonas and Theron.
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Theron Shan at 60 from the Star Wars story: “Family is more than Blood”

Veteran SIS agentJonas Balkar at 72. from the Star Wars story “Family is more than blood”

As writers, do you feel your characters pain?
I sure do. The scenes with Theron and Jonas were so heart wrenching.
I haven’t been this emotional in years.
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Lord Borias is no slouch
no complaints from Theron. He’s always good at his job.
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Theron Shan at 60. from the Star Wars story: “family is more than blood.”

Jonas Balkar the retired SIS agent at 72. From the Star Wars story: “family is more than blood.”

As writers, do you feel your characters pain?
I sure do. The scenes with Theron and Jonas were so heart wrenching.
I haven’t been this emotional in years.
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Beach day for sure. lots of skinny dipping and making love on the warm sand.
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Odessen base the mesas 3629bby Lord Borias stood on the metal walkway that connected the alliance base to the expansive mesas across the way. The wind caught his long black hair, flicking it off of his broad shoulders. He smiled as he watched the alliance members going about their business. They had come so far since his return from his slumber in carbonite, his battle with his amnesia and their encounter with the gods. His mother had returned to him, his brother at his side once again, though he was busy with his studies and his teaching. He had a new family growing with Theron and Lazuli. He hadn't been sure if things would work out as they did. Even Theron's father had joined them. He shook his head. After all the trauma that Theron endured, they had always thought that the father - son relationship would go nowhere. He was happy to be wrong. Family was so important to him and he thought that in time, Theron would heal enough to accept this new life he had been given. he heard the familiar footsteps behind him and turned to see his beloved coming up behind him. "Good morning dearest. Did you sleep well?" Theron nuzzled him, kissing him softly. "You know I did." Borias chuckled, wrapping his arm around Theron's shoulders. "I sense you have something you want to tell me."

Theron was used to Borias insight, being very strong in the force. "I never thought I would see the day, but my father is finally coming around. I guess he just needed a little encouragement. He certainly wasn't getting any from Satele." He looked over at the oversized statue across from where they stood on the mesa overlooking the Grey Temple. He squinted, making out his father's form looming at the statue's pedestal. It had become his daily ritual. "Indeed no," Borias said softly. "But consider what she put him through. I know a tortured soul when I see one." Theron nodded. "Yeah...i guess you're right." He sighed. "I was so angry for so long, that I guess I was blind to his feelings." Borias smiled. "I am so proud of you, allowing him to become part of your life. You know that is all he ever wanted." "And now, I guess we get a do over with the next generation." Theron grinned. "Indeed." Theron looked up into the piercing blue eyes. "Lazuli is pregnant again you know." Borias nodded. "I know. I hope that the child is yours this time." "Yeah. I just hope that I can be a good father." "You will be. The difference is the child will be surrounded with love, not neglect or lies."

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Theron looked past Borias toward the walkway and the terrace where they just came from. His thoughts wandered as he stared off into the distance of Yavin IV. "You know, the last time we were here together was when we said goodbye after we fought Revan." He sighed. "After we spent the night together making love..." Borias reached up to touch his face gently. "You know I really missed you after you left me. I was not certain what would happen after that, or if we would ever see each other again. I was so relieved when I encountered you on Ziost." Theron slid his hands up to Borias chest, resting them over his heart. "I know, but then we had to say goodbye again at the people's tower and I thought I would just fall apart." Borias wrapped his arms around him, hugging him close. "And after all of our struggle, here we

are...together at long last." Theron snuggled close, looking at the platinum band on his left hand happily. "And married..." He let out a heavy sigh, his emotion building quickly, his mind wandering. "Please don't ever leave me." He choked, sobbing. "No... never." Borias cradled him in his strong arms. "Shhh....calm yourself my love. We are together now. Nothing, save death shall ever part us again." Theron chuckled in short breaths. "I have to keep slapping myself to see if I'm dreaming. I never thought that I would be this happy. My life has been chock-full of disappointments." "I know, and I am so sorry that you had to go through all of that. I am here now, and I shall take care of you."

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from “I do it for you”

since i’m Asexual, that’s all there is. my guys have only had sex a few times. They are heavy on intimacy, but not sex. I’m sex repulsed, so i can’t write those scenes. not even oral( which i’ve only done twice.)
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Lord Borias talks to Theron about his situation.

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Jonas Balkar with his protégé young Theron Shan from the Star Wars story, “darkness, and light”

The next morning came softly, with the hum of speeders and distant music. Theron stirred beneath the sheets, blinking at the golden light pooled across Jonas's shoulder. For the first time in his life, he felt... safe. Jonas lay awake beside him, staring at the ceiling. When he realized Theron was awake, he smiled—but it didn't reach his eyes. "Morning." Theron flushed, a shy, hopeful smile starting to form. "Hey." Jonas pushed himself up slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed. He exhaled, long and heavy. "Theron... we need to talk." The smile faded. "Oh." Theron pulled the sheet tighter around himself. "Did I... do something wrong?" "No," Jonas said quickly, turning to face him. "Stars, no. You were" He stopped, searching for safe words. "You were everything anyone could want." Theron's breath shook. "Then why do you look like you're about to leave?"

Jonas's expression softened with something like grief. "Because... I love you," he said. Theron froze. "But," Jonas continued quietly, "I'm not good for you." "That's not true" "It is." Jonas reached out, brushing Theron's cheek with his thumb. "You're young. You're brilliant. You have this huge open heart and you trust too damn easily. And me? I'm a mess. I drink too much, take jobs I shouldn't, get people killed, and I don't... stay." Theron shook his head, eyes burning. "I don't want anyone else." "That's exactly the problem." Jonas swallowed hard. His voice dropped to a whisper. "You deserve someone who won't break your heart just by being who they are." Theron's voice cracked. "You already have." Jonas closed his eyes for a long moment, steadying himself. "I'm sorry," he whispered. Theron looked away, jaw clenched, trying not to fall apart. "So last night meant nothing."

Went with broken instead.
Poor Theron has had such a tough time. No wonder he’s got issues with relationships.
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TW: Young gay love(18)

To avoid persecution, the boys decided to try an experiment. Brax is not thrilled with the idea.
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3. My characters always fall hard and fast. Strong connections and deep, passionate love between them. Plenty of affection (fondling, hand holding, kissing )
I don’t usually show the sex because i’m sex repulsed, but i’ll just hint at it. #Caulktober
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Chicago, 18* October * 1938 The Chicago air was brisk with the autumn breeze blowing off of the river. Braxton and Theroz walked arm and arm; as any young couple might do during a night out on the town. But this was no ordinary couple. They were incognito. this was for safety, and not just because they were hiding from the authorities that were chasing them. Ellen was their ally, so she was in total support of their union. They were just too beautiful to allow their love to be wasted she had assisted on the disguise, their constant dodging of the homophobia and the terrorism of their same sex union. "I feel ridiculous in this." Braxton tugged at the dress that hung just below his knees, the soft breeze blowing it so that you could practically see up his skirt. Theroz stroked his face, his cheeks were smudged with just a hint of blush. "You're beautiful Brax." he quipped in his German baritone. He glanced at the shape of his calves in the moonlight.

Braxton blushed, his discomfort showing. "You aren't helping." he said. Theroz simply stared at him, seriousness, piercing through Braxton's discomfort. "Listen to me." he grabbed Braxton's shoulders, steadying him. "We have to be careful. This was the best way we could think of to keep us safe." Braxton looked at him, the seriousness of their situation finally dawning on him. "I uh... "Shhhh. you're beautiful." Theroz's soft brown eyes pierced his façade as he tried to hold his composure. he grabbed onto his shoulders, steadying him, stopping him from fidgeting with the dress. "Brax, Listen to me. You know we have to be careful, and i'm sorry..." he said, his german baritone cutting through Braxton's resolve. "But I just can't keep my hands off of you." He grinned. Braxton groaned, shoulders stiffening, but Theroz only chuckled and pressed his lips onto his. Braxton moaned happily, enjoying the kiss but not the charade. "I think you're enjoying this too much." Theroz only smiled at him. They continued walking along the river path heading back to the safe house. The lamplight gleamed against the river, and Braxton adjusted the cloche hat one more time, tucking a loose strand of chestnut hair back beneath the satin bow.

When they got to the house, Ellen was sitting on the front porch wrapped in a blanket. She smiled at them warmly "Sooo how did it go?" "Fine." Braxton grumbled, , removing the cloche hat and bow, letting his long brown hair fall back to his shoulders. "Honestly, my brother sneaks off for an evening stroll and comes back looking prettier than me. Those calves, Brax. it's just not fair." Braxton groaned, dragging a hand over his face. "You will never let me live this down." Ellen smirked, tossing her hair back. "Of course not. I spent good money on that dress. I expect you to wear it again." Theroz, barely restraining a laugh, leaned against the doorframe and added with maddening calm: "I could get used to this, you know." Braxton glared between the two of them, cheeks burning. "Traitors. Both of you." But even as Ellen's laughter filled the room, and Theroz's soft chuckle joined it, Braxton found himself smiling despite the embarrassment. For all the danger that lurked beyond their walls, tonight they had carved out something rare: family, laughter, love.

in Braxton's room, the house quiet around them, they sat side by side on the bed. Theroz's dark eyes lingered on him, steady, unflinching. "Brax... you know I love you," he said quietly, his accent softening the words. "I wasn't trying to embarrass you. It was for-well, for safety. You know how careful we have to be. I can't keep drawing steel every time someone stares at us the wrong way." He reached up, fingers brushing Brax's cheek. "You are too beautiful, and I... I am too weak to pretend otherwise. Please-forgive me." Braxton's sapphire eyes narrowed, though the fire in them was not anger but something deeper, hungrier. His voice was low, almost a growl. "You're going to have to make it up to me, you know." Theroz's lips curved in a quiet smile. "Anything you want. Just tell me." Brax held his gaze, searching, until at last his voice came out steady and sure. "Then make love to me." For a heartbeat, Theroz froze, shock flickering across his face. But then warmth overtook it, relief and joy mingling in his smile. "Are you certain, meine Liebe?" Brax nodded once, firm. Theroz drew a slow breath, reverent. "Then tonight, I will treat this as our honeymoon... and take care of my blushing bride." he grinned.

No worries Brax my darling you know I love you. I just couldn’t help myself.
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from the diesel punk drama, “Airship Dreams”

The four of them exchanged a look - fear, anger, determination - each of them knowing the world had shifted beneath their feet. Ashcroft nodded solemnly. "We must be absorbed into society. It's our only chance if we are to survive this." Braxton let out a heavy sigh. He held onto his cane with his left hand and placed his right on Theroz' back. "Theroz will be a fugitive now. We must protect him at all costs. " Theroz blinked, taken by the gravity of the sentence. The tremor in his fingers eased as Braxton's arm slipped around him. He looked from Ashcroft to Braxton to Ellen, and something like relief-fragile and astonished-softened his features. His gaze held on Brax for an instant. Those sapphire eyes, eyes that held wisdom beyond his years and fierce empathy and compassion. He had seen it in England before they came here. Braxton was his light in the darkness. A glint of emotion came over him. he fought back tears. "Brax is right. I was in danger the minute I left Hamburg. They were on my tail even before I came to meet you." He looked at the professor, then Braxton and Ellen. A smile crossed his tanned face. "I'm so fortunate to have you all watching my back."

Theroz's smile spread slow, earnest, his grip firm on Braxton's hand as if he might anchor them both against the world beyond the garden fence. "Always," he echoed. And for that fleeting moment-July's heat, the lamp's glow, three hands still bound in quiet covenant-they all believed it. Braxton felt the pressure tighten around his hand, the warmth of Theroz's palm grounding him in a way that words never could. He glanced sideways, catching the flicker in Theroz's brown eyes-something unspoken, secret, but burning bright. For a fleeting second, Brax wondered if Theroz was thinking about the same thing-the strange, impossible glimpse of years yet to come. That vision still haunted him in quiet hours, shimmering like a promise, or a warning. His chest tightened. He wanted it to be real. He wanted them to be real. Braxton shifted his grip, intertwining their fingers even tighter, letting his thumb brush across the back of Theroz's hand. "Don't let go," he whispered, low enough that Ellen, reclining in her chair, couldn't hear. Theroz's lips curved, the kind of smile that carried both sorrow and joy. "Never," he whispered back, and in that moment his hand trembled-not from fear, but from the overwhelming certainty that, somehow, their fates were now bound together. "I'll never let you go." he said softly. He mouthed the words "I love you" to Brax and Braxton's eyes glinted with tears. Ellen looked over at them and smiled. She could sense the love between them growing. She nodded to herself as she watched them staring at each other like a couple in a romance novel. she let out a gentle sigh. My job might be a little harder than I thought, but it's OK we will get through this.

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from the diesel punk drama, “airship dreams”

2. Braxton is only 21 and yes, he’s still a virgin. He’s been sleeping with Theroz, but they haven’t done the nasty yet. Lots of nekid cuddles though and lots of kissing.
Theroz knows Brax will tell him when he’s ready.
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The kerosene lamp on the professor's desk flickered low, shadows curling across the walls. Theroz stood with his satchel unbuckled, fingers trembling as he pulled out a crumpled scrap of blueprint he had retrieved from a courier's whisper. His voice was hoarse. "They have it." He laid the page on the desk. A fragment - jagged at the edges, but unmistakably his work. "My design. They've stolen it... twisted it into something else. Mein Gott." His knees nearly buckled. Braxton was on him in an instant, grabbing his shoulders. "Theroz," he said firmly, sapphire eyes catching the lamplight, "look at me." Theroz's breath came hard, but he obeyed. "They don't have you," Brax said, steady as steel. "They don't have your heart, or your mind. They've stolen scraps, nothing more. ." He pressed his forehead briefly to Theroz's, grounding him. "And as long as you're with us, we won't let them use you against the world. Not ever." Ellen leaned on the desk, folding her arms. "He's right. They'd need a hundred men to do what you can do. And last I checked, they don't have a hundred of you." She flashed a quick smile. "Thank God for that, honestly. One is plenty." That broke a small laugh from him, though his eyes were still wet. Ashcroft cleared his throat, his lined face grave. "Then the circle must hold." He tapped the table once, like a pact. "No one beyond these four walls can know the extent of his work. Not Einstein, not the wider network. Not yet." Braxton nodded firmly. Ellen reached out, resting her hand over Theroz's.

12 July 1937 - Chicago, Safe House Theroz's room had become a workshop. It was now cluttered with wires, gears, and blueprints spread across the desk. The lamplight cast long shadows on the wall as he tightened the final bolt into a polished brace of steel and leather. Unlike the crude prototype from England, this one gleamed with refinements: lighter alloys, a smoother joint, hidden springs for added strength. Brax sat in the chair nearby, his sapphire eyes fixed on the device. His cane leaned against the desk, almost forgotten. Theroz turned, holding the brace with careful pride. "It's ready. Let's try it out " Braxton raised a brow. "That quickly?" Theroz smirked. "I don't sleep much, as you know." He knelt, motioning to Braxton's injured leg. "Come here, let me fit it on you." Reluctantly, Brax unfastened the trouser cuff. His leg, pale and scarred from the 1931 accident, was something he rarely let anyone see. But Theroz was gentle, securing the brace with quiet efficiency, adjusting straps until it fit snug against the muscle. "Comon, " Theroz said softly, coaxing him to stand

Brax frowned at him, but obeyed. At first, his weight shifted awkwardly -but then the springs caught, the joint flexed, and his posture straightened. He blinked, stunned. For the first time in six years, he wasn't leaning to one side. He took a cautious step forward. Then another. Smooth, steady, strong. Ellen gasped from the doorway, her hands flying to her mouth. "Brax!" Ashcroft had followed behind her, his brow lifting in astonishment. Braxton took three more strides across the room before stopping. He turned slowly, his eyes wet, his chest rising and falling with disbelief. His cane toppled to the floor with a clatter. Theroz stood frozen, watching him. Brax crossed back, his steps firmer now. He reached Theroz, took his face in both hands, and kissed him soundly — uncaring that Ellen and the professor stood in the doorway. Ellen smirked knowingly, her eyes bright with tears. Ashcroft cleared his throat, tugging at his ascot, but said nothing. When Brax pulled back, his lips trembled. "You've given me my life back." His voice cracked. "I don't even know how to thank you." Theroz placed a hand on Braxton's chest, over his pounding heart. "You just did." Braxton placed his hand over Theroz' his sapphire eyes tearing up with emotion. Ellen and Ashcroft watched the affectionate exchange from the doorway and couldn't help but smile. Their love for each other was beautiful and inspiring.

**squee
oh my dragon. these two are so adorable. i just can’t help myself…
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A few onlookers clapped, cheering the pair as Theroz dipped her dangerously low before pulling her back up with ease. At the table, Braxton leaned on his cane, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His sapphire eyes never left them. He didn't feel jealousy — not even an ounce. Instead, warmth filled him. Ellen was radiant, carefree in a way he rarely saw, and Theroz... well, the grin on his usually cautious face said everything Braxton needed to know. A man nearby leaned toward another patron, whispering, "Lucky fellow, that one. Dancing with a beauty like her." Braxton caught it, smirked into his glass, and said nothing. Let them think what they wanted. That was the point. Ellen was the distraction, the mask — and she played her role with perfection. Theroz twirled Ellen back toward the table, her cheeks flushed. She leaned down, brushing her lips against Braxton's ear, and whispered with a knowing grin, "Don't worry, he only has eyes for you." Braxton's chest tightened, but his smile stayed steady. He gave the tiniest of nods, eyes meeting Theroz's across the crowd. In the moment, even surrounded by strangers, it felt like the three of them were untouchable. The band launched into a wilder number, saxophones screaming over the steady beat of the upright bass. Theroz, still flushed from the last dance, caught Braxton's gaze across

the dim room. A knowing smile tugged at his lips, and he tipped his head just enough to give a quick wink — subtle, secret, meant only for Brax. Then, with a flourish of his hand, he turned to Ellen and wiggled his fingers, coaxing her back out onto the floor. Ellen laughed, shaking her head as if she might refuse, but Braxton could see the sparkle in her eyes. She gave her brother a quick squeeze on the shoulder — a reassuring touch, silent words that said don't worry, I know who he belongs to - before darting back into Theroz's waiting arms. Braxton leaned back, tapping his cane against the polished wood floor in time with the music. Around him, the crowd cheered as Ellen and Theroz moved like they'd been dancing together for years, her red hair flashing under the low lights as he spun her fast, then pulled her close. Brax's lips curved into a private smile. He could still feel the weight of that wink, like a secret tether between them no one else could see. For just a moment, in that smoky Chicago club, the world outside didn't exist. The music climbed higher, horns blaring, cymbals crashing, and the floor came alive with stomping feet. Ellen threw her head back and laughed as Theroz lifted her by the waist and swung her effortlessly in a wide arc, setting her down just in time to match the beat. The crowd clapped and hollered at their daring steps.

Ellen Hemsmore from the Diesel punk drama, “airship dreams”

Theroz Shenstien from the diesel punk drama, “airship dreams”

Ellen wants to go dancing and the boys take her to a local Jazz club
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from the steampunk drama, “Airship Dreams”

I hope you guys like romance, cause I’m dripping in it right now
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Two old men, thin and frail, sat together on a sofa. Their hands were entwined, their faces lined with age, yet their eyes still burned with devotion. One of them-Braxton, though much older —brushed a hand against the other man's face. Theroz. The vision lasted only a heartbeat, but it felt eternal. Then the light snapped out. The watch lay dark and silent once more. The room was still. Braxton's breath came hard. His sapphire eyes shimmered. "That... was us." Theroz's voice shook. "It wasn't supposed to... I didn't..." He pressed trembling fingers to his temple. "Time is not meant to be touched." Braxton stepped forward, his brace hissing softly as it adjusted. He placed a hand over Theroz's. "Maybe. But what I saw—it wasn't frightening. It was... beautiful." he smiled softly. Theroz looked at him, torn between awe and dread. For the first time, Braxton's pain and hope, his brokenness and strength, all bled into one moment. They stood together in silence, both knowing their lives were forever bound—by invention, by fate, and by love. Braxton laced his fingers with Theroz's, gripping tight as though afraid the vision might slip away. His voice cracked, raw with emotion.

"If this was us... and we were still together after all those years... " He sniffed, sapphire eyes swimming with tears. Theroz's chest tightened. He lifted a hand and gently stroked Braxton's cheek, thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped. "Together..." he whispered, voice heavy with wonder, "and happy." His own throat tightened, but he let out a trembling sigh. "I was so unhappy for years, Brax. Lost in shadows. Running. Hiding. But you—" his lips curved into a fragile smile, "— you've given me light. I'm so happy I met you." The workshop was silent save for the faint tick of the cooling gears. They stayed there, pressed close, foreheads nearly touching, as if the glimpse of the future had unlocked something deeper than either of them had dared to dream.

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Theroz makes Brax a brace for his leg and the two get a surprise
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from the diesel punk drama, “airship dreams”

Their eyes met in the dim light - sapphire locking with soft brown. Braxton gave the faintest nod, his grip warm and sure. Don't worry, the touch said. Everything will be okay. The trumpet moaned a long, aching note, and neither of them moved their hands away. Theroz gave him a slow, warm smile, still surprised at the gesture. The saxophone curled another aching note around them, smoke wreathing their faces in soft shadows. Inwardly, Theroz's thoughts tumbled. Did he know what this place was? Did he understand the risk? Or was it just instinct? reaching for me because he saw fear in my eyes? He studied Braxton, the clean lines of his face lit in amber glow, the aristocratic posture softened by music. Sheltered. Entitled. Untouched by the world in some ways... and yet, here he is, steady as stone in the one place where men like us hide in the shadows. Braxton, sensing the weight of Theroz's gaze, tilted his head. "What?" he asked, voice barely more than a whisper under the music. Theroz shook his head slowly, lips curving into that faint smile again. "Nothing. Just... wasn't expecting you to be so calm."

Braxton's blue eyes held his, steady and unflinching. "You've been through worse, haven't you? So have I. I won't be frightened by a room full of men who've finally found a place to breathe." The words struck Theroz deeper than he expected. He sat back, fingers still beneath Braxton's hand, the music swelling between them like a tide. Braxton noted Theroz's inquisitive expression, his sapphire eyes glinting in the lamplight. "Byron, Voltaire, and Wilde are my favorites," he said casually, though there was a certain gravity to the names. The corners of Theroz's lips twitched, surprised again. So he DOES know. Braxton's smile softened, his voice dropping as though meant only for Theroz. "You have such warm hands, which is surprising." Theroz blinked, caught between a laugh and a swallow of something harder. He turned his palm slightly against Braxton's, rough callouses from tools and wires brushing the other man's finer skin. "Surprising, why?" Brax leaned closer, as though confiding a secret in the dim haze of the room. "You seem so cold sometimes, like you're wrapped in iron. But your hands tell another story."

For someone that hates romance , I seem to have a knack for it.
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An Angel For Christmas - a Good Omens Christmas AU

Go on, you know you want to… 🎄

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