[After their second day at the hotel, most of which was spent in tranquil recovery, they spend most of the third walking around the city, and only come back after dark.
John's been quiet, but close. Speaking softly. Touching more than talking. He even took Poe's arm earlier in the day, when they were cutting through the crowded marketplace. Letting him take the lead.
They had dinner somewhere nice, off the beaten path, not too far from the hotel, and John watched Poe over candlelight. His eyes always on him, even though there's music, and dancing, and plenty of skin to be seen, considering the festivities.
Walking back to the hotel was a quiet affair, too, aside from when Poe was talking. Alongside the river. John takes his arm again there, too. His grip gentle on the back of Poe's bicep.
Approaching the door of their room, John's hand slides down to Poe's wrist, then his hand. Wordlessly interlacing their fingers.]
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Hotel; 3rd Night
Date: 2018-03-15 04:05 am (UTC)John's been quiet, but close. Speaking softly. Touching more than talking. He even took Poe's arm earlier in the day, when they were cutting through the crowded marketplace. Letting him take the lead.
They had dinner somewhere nice, off the beaten path, not too far from the hotel, and John watched Poe over candlelight. His eyes always on him, even though there's music, and dancing, and plenty of skin to be seen, considering the festivities.
Walking back to the hotel was a quiet affair, too, aside from when Poe was talking. Alongside the river. John takes his arm again there, too. His grip gentle on the back of Poe's bicep.
Approaching the door of their room, John's hand slides down to Poe's wrist, then his hand. Wordlessly interlacing their fingers.]