beginning. accusation. restless. snowflake. haze. flame. formal. companion. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. wind. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. sunset. mad. thousand. outside. winter. diamond. letters. promise. simple. future.
“I can’t feel my fucking fingers.”
Kurt sighs, his breath rising in front of his face in a shapeless plume in the frigid air of the park by Sebastian’s house. “Why didn’t you bring gloves?”
“I don’t operate well in winter, okay?” Sebastian raises his long hands to his mouth, putting them palm to palm and breathing between them. “I’m like a lizard. My brain shuts down when I’m not in the sun. I pretty much count it as a win that I remembered a scarf and coat.” He casts a sidelong glance at Kurt, and Kurt could swear he looks almost bashful. “Besides, this is the first time someone’s asked me on a romantic walk in the snow.”
Sobbing like a child
SO MUCH GRANT TODAY