[There's not even the tiniest bit of regret and Dream is surprised to be asked but also not surprised; as is his way. He blinks sleepily at Ciro and thinks how interesting it is that despite the complete knowledge that it's very much nighttime, when they are this close and warm and something unnamed, it could be any time of day; it could be no time; it could be always. How strange. How not altogether a bad feeling. Dream smiles and he feels it in the tips of his heartbeats the way a pianist senses out the delicate difference of keys under their fingers.
Rather than shake his head, Dream hopes his smile says enough as well as his actual words that are somehow both quite clear and very soft at their edges - the view before things become in focus personified.]
Nope. Maybe I'll ask for you to sing to me again.
[If Dream was a different person he probably wouldn't be here, or if he was here maybe they would tangle together with more emotion on Dream's part that is easily read, or perhaps not. Impossible to know but one can guess. Still, Dream is Dream and Ciro is Ciro. He doesn't: kiss his nose or even kiss him back on the mouth or most whimsical of all kiss him against the corner of his jaw where it would be very very easy to do so. He does: rest his face to the crook of Ciro's neck and shoulder, let the blink of his eyes brush the lines of his lashes to his skin there, let himself start to drift off first, for once.
It's the first time with anyone.
Dream hopes he remembers it as long as it's possible for him to remember anything at all.]
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Rather than shake his head, Dream hopes his smile says enough as well as his actual words that are somehow both quite clear and very soft at their edges - the view before things become in focus personified.]
Nope. Maybe I'll ask for you to sing to me again.
[If Dream was a different person he probably wouldn't be here, or if he was here maybe they would tangle together with more emotion on Dream's part that is easily read, or perhaps not. Impossible to know but one can guess. Still, Dream is Dream and Ciro is Ciro. He doesn't: kiss his nose or even kiss him back on the mouth or most whimsical of all kiss him against the corner of his jaw where it would be very very easy to do so. He does: rest his face to the crook of Ciro's neck and shoulder, let the blink of his eyes brush the lines of his lashes to his skin there, let himself start to drift off first, for once.
It's the first time with anyone.
Dream hopes he remembers it as long as it's possible for him to remember anything at all.]