[ It's late, but Central City doesn't sleep. From the penthouse balcony, the hustle and bustle below was a glittering field of lights, stretching to the skyscrapers on the horizon. It's a cool spring night; Dylan's waiting on the balcony when he sees Hunter approach.
Dylan leans on the rail, watching Hunter with a smile as more of his features come into view. His silhouette is washed in the warm glow of city lights, set against a twinkling backdrop.
For a moment, Dylan's breath catches in his throat and he just stares. His thoughts short-circuit. Any greeting he had planned was blown away like dust as adoration fluttered in his chest.
God, he's beautiful.
Dylan doesn't project the words, but the feeling is hard to suppress. He's tired and emotionally drained. Yet somehow there's still room on his face for just a hint of a lovesick smile when Hunter lands. ]
Hey.
[ He watches Hunter stutter for a bit, but the sudden hug comes as a surprise. Dylan is stunned for just a moment before relaxing into the hug, resting his forehead in the curve of Hunter's neck as he wraps his arms around him in response.
He's softer than Dylan expected. That's not a bad thing, though. In fact, it's... nice. Comfortable. Warm.
He hugs Hunter tighter as the mental embrace starts to wrap up Dylan's thoughts, too. All his anxiety, all his stress, all his loneliness and anger and trauma, they're all jostled loose. It's like moving a muscle that's been stiff for too long — there's pain it, but moreso relief.
Dylan sucks in a soft breath, feeling the first tears start to burn at his eyes. ]
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Dylan leans on the rail, watching Hunter with a smile as more of his features come into view. His silhouette is washed in the warm glow of city lights, set against a twinkling backdrop.
For a moment, Dylan's breath catches in his throat and he just stares. His thoughts short-circuit. Any greeting he had planned was blown away like dust as adoration fluttered in his chest.
God, he's beautiful.
Dylan doesn't project the words, but the feeling is hard to suppress. He's tired and emotionally drained. Yet somehow there's still room on his face for just a hint of a lovesick smile when Hunter lands. ]
Hey.
[ He watches Hunter stutter for a bit, but the sudden hug comes as a surprise. Dylan is stunned for just a moment before relaxing into the hug, resting his forehead in the curve of Hunter's neck as he wraps his arms around him in response.
He's softer than Dylan expected. That's not a bad thing, though. In fact, it's... nice. Comfortable. Warm.
He hugs Hunter tighter as the mental embrace starts to wrap up Dylan's thoughts, too. All his anxiety, all his stress, all his loneliness and anger and trauma, they're all jostled loose. It's like moving a muscle that's been stiff for too long — there's pain it, but moreso relief.
Dylan sucks in a soft breath, feeling the first tears start to burn at his eyes. ]
Thanks. For coming.