Avery
Tipple-Tossing Tatterdemalion
That Oliver hadn't even bothered to draw elicited an irritable click from Edmund's tongue. "And you accuse me of throwing a game." he reproved teasingly. As though to lessen the accusation, he flipped the top card of the deck. The page of swords. Oliver would have likely lost regardless. By fate or fortune, the victory was Edmund's. He collected the cards once again into a whole deck and set them aside.
"My request," Edmund began slowly, drawing out every word as he attentively unpinned and untied his cravat. "Is for you to wear a blindfold for three minutes." He offered the full length of his cravat for doing so. The fabric was warm and wrinkled from wear, but opaque. And that was what mattered.
Because for all the ardor and devotion Edmund had for Oliver, his eyes could steal Edmund's confidence and leave him diffident as a boy again. They were no longer in the dark mercy of night. Every flaw and imperfection was put beneath light's microscope, presented for judgement. Or maybe Edmund was just a coward, and wanted an easy, though genuine, kiss. Or maybe it was more depraved. Without sight, Oliver's other senses would heighten, and in that imperfect dark beneath the blindfold was anticipation of what would come.
"My request," Edmund began slowly, drawing out every word as he attentively unpinned and untied his cravat. "Is for you to wear a blindfold for three minutes." He offered the full length of his cravat for doing so. The fabric was warm and wrinkled from wear, but opaque. And that was what mattered.
Because for all the ardor and devotion Edmund had for Oliver, his eyes could steal Edmund's confidence and leave him diffident as a boy again. They were no longer in the dark mercy of night. Every flaw and imperfection was put beneath light's microscope, presented for judgement. Or maybe Edmund was just a coward, and wanted an easy, though genuine, kiss. Or maybe it was more depraved. Without sight, Oliver's other senses would heighten, and in that imperfect dark beneath the blindfold was anticipation of what would come.