[ there's that familiar timbre to nureyev's voice again - warm like a sim breeze over his shoulders, a smile that feels like it's just for him in this moment. his fingers curl slightly into his pant legs as he thinks about what he's just said. what he's maybe just agreed to and his breath holds fast in his chest until it starts to burn.
a breath out as he leans back in the chair. ]
That's...
[ but he doesn't finish, because the words don't find themselves. what do you say to that even? a laugh comes out, disbelief and barely there. it's everything juno wants, but he's not so certain it's at all what he deserves.
he opens his mouth for half a second and then lowers his voice. ]
It's... nice to see you again, Nureyev.
[ as close to i've missed you as he gets in this moment. ]
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a breath out as he leans back in the chair. ]
That's...
[ but he doesn't finish, because the words don't find themselves. what do you say to that even? a laugh comes out, disbelief and barely there. it's everything juno wants, but he's not so certain it's at all what he deserves.
he opens his mouth for half a second and then lowers his voice. ]
It's... nice to see you again, Nureyev.
[ as close to i've missed you as he gets in this moment. ]