by scarplo » Fri Dec 23, 2005 1:47 am
Once one reaches the higher levels of mathmatics, theories arise that equate infinity with an instant. Such themes occur often in mystical paradigms of all kinds, and with good reason. There are simply times when time slows to a crawl.
Scarplo was in one of those moments now.
Musa hung in the air, his eyes half lidded, lips pursed, as the vagabond let the questions whirl about him. It had stopped being about things like sexuality a long time ago. Too many times he'd woken with a sore back and someone he didn't recognize. Too many times he'd seen her face at the edges of his dreams and was left wondering, sickly hoping that she was the only one.
Could he trust the ninja? Could he count on anything? What if this was a trap? What if he didn't feel anything? What if it disgusted him? How could they continue as friends?
One shoulder whispered to lean, the other whispered to explain... and he did neither.
The kiss was soft, gentle, hesitent. Musashi found himself held softly, carefully in a hug. The vagabond's eyes smiled at the ninja. "Rest."
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