Which will never be quiet, never be curtailed or fade out, but he can almost fall under it. The sensation of Carlisle. The burst of happiness the causes him to tighten his fingers into fists, even with the hair still clutched and to tremor as control began to give way.
Just. Just. A little more. Further. Harder. Something. Anything. For the depth of what might be pleading in his head, all that left his lips was,
no subject
Which will never be quiet, never be curtailed or fade out, but he can almost fall under it. The sensation of Carlisle. The burst of happiness the causes him to tighten his fingers into fists, even with the hair still clutched and to tremor as control began to give way.
Just. Just. A little more. Further. Harder. Something. Anything. For the depth of what might be pleading in his head, all that left his lips was,
"Carlisle."