[When Billy breaks the kiss, Teddy keeps his eyes shut while he takes in deep breaths, as if he can't get enough air. And he keeps shivering - Teddy's never minded the cold so much, seeing how Billy's told him several times that he's like some kind of warm-blooded furnace. Which just makes cuddling with Billy all the better, heat and cold becoming warm, something intimate and something precious.
This is a different kind of cold. It's right down to his bones, making him feel stiff, like darkness itself is covering him. There's some warmth left; it's Nala, right there in the cavity of his chest and in the base of his wings, shining and radiant with her own energy. His wings are spread, Nala's doing, and his shoulders are set with the effort it takes to fight her, to resist the incredibly powerful urge to flap his wings down just once, just enough to take him away from this, from the chill, from Billy.
But he clings onto the memories they have, of them lying entwined together without a care in the world, looking into each other's eyes and getting lost within earth and sky without fearing the other getting closer. Hands entwining without thinking that they should stop soon. Kissing, holding each other and making love without thinking that it's the worst idea in the world.
It's what makes him keep holding on, and it's what makes him take a deep breath, lift his head and open his eyes.]
Billy... you can. You - You can do this. We can.
[And though right now it feels like the last thing in the world he wants to do, Teddy leans in again and places his lips over Billy's once more, dives right into that cold darkness, because he's a stupid teenage boy who's desperately in love.
[Action, June 1st]
This is a different kind of cold. It's right down to his bones, making him feel stiff, like darkness itself is covering him. There's some warmth left; it's Nala, right there in the cavity of his chest and in the base of his wings, shining and radiant with her own energy. His wings are spread, Nala's doing, and his shoulders are set with the effort it takes to fight her, to resist the incredibly powerful urge to flap his wings down just once, just enough to take him away from this, from the chill, from Billy.
But he clings onto the memories they have, of them lying entwined together without a care in the world, looking into each other's eyes and getting lost within earth and sky without fearing the other getting closer. Hands entwining without thinking that they should stop soon. Kissing, holding each other and making love without thinking that it's the worst idea in the world.
It's what makes him keep holding on, and it's what makes him take a deep breath, lift his head and open his eyes.]
Billy... you can. You - You can do this. We can.
[And though right now it feels like the last thing in the world he wants to do, Teddy leans in again and places his lips over Billy's once more, dives right into that cold darkness, because he's a stupid teenage boy who's desperately in love.
And love is worth fighting for.]