The sound of Ahn-Bo’s heartbeat thundered in Jin’s sensitive ears, especially pressed up this close to his friend’s chest. It sounded like an echo of his own that he could feel pounding away in embarrassment. But for the first time, things felt normal. He could hear the smile in Ahn-Bo’s voice and, in spite of himself, Jin forced a peek so he could take it in for all its radiant warmth. It was even better than he remembered. It contorted sad features into the familiar, handsome quidditch player Jin had met so many years ago. He had a slightly different look, given the hair, but that was easily fixed in time. Jin smiled back shyly.
At mention of going to sleep, he nodded. The fire was starting to peter out into embers and he was eager to curl up next to the live sun he adored so much. Flopping back with a grin, he pulled the bedroll up to his chin and wiggled his feet expectantly. Sleep was fraying at the edges of his consciousness but his heart was still thundering from the implication of being so close to his— aein. (Jin’s mind tripped over the word again, but it felt right. Natural, maybe.) “Gaja,” he encouraged lightly, giving Ahn-Bo a small tug.
When they were finally horizontal, Jin turned on his side to face Ahn-Bo-ah. He tucked one arm under his head and the other under his cheek so he could look right at the other as he adjusted for sleep. When they were settled, Jin kissed the tip of his nose again and sighed softly. “I want to stay just like this,” he admitted, pointlessly. It was as much a confession to not wanting to go back as it was to just, literally, stay curled up in bed for the next four days. Abeoji wouldn’t expect him sooner and the portkey wouldn’t work anyway. At least they had this time for themselves though. Jin couldn’t help but feel they’d earned it.
At mention of going to sleep, he nodded. The fire was starting to peter out into embers and he was eager to curl up next to the live sun he adored so much. Flopping back with a grin, he pulled the bedroll up to his chin and wiggled his feet expectantly. Sleep was fraying at the edges of his consciousness but his heart was still thundering from the implication of being so close to his— aein. (Jin’s mind tripped over the word again, but it felt right. Natural, maybe.) “Gaja,” he encouraged lightly, giving Ahn-Bo a small tug.
When they were finally horizontal, Jin turned on his side to face Ahn-Bo-ah. He tucked one arm under his head and the other under his cheek so he could look right at the other as he adjusted for sleep. When they were settled, Jin kissed the tip of his nose again and sighed softly. “I want to stay just like this,” he admitted, pointlessly. It was as much a confession to not wanting to go back as it was to just, literally, stay curled up in bed for the next four days. Abeoji wouldn’t expect him sooner and the portkey wouldn’t work anyway. At least they had this time for themselves though. Jin couldn’t help but feel they’d earned it.
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* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.