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[wren-kitchens]

what am i (without you?)

it’s.. kind of incredible, actually, how different scott seems all of a sudden. forehead no longer creased with that quiet worry which seems to follow him everywhere, the carefully reserved expression replaced with an indulgent smile, stiff shoulders and a straight back sink into relaxed and informal slouch. it’s beautiful to see. scott hums to himself, circling a hand absentmindedly across tango’s palm. he took his hair out of his tight bun a little while ago, and now it hangs loose around his shoulders, occasionally falling into his face. scott always pushes it away before tango can muster up the courage to do it for him. the firelight dances across scott’s face like brushstrokes, painting his pale complexion in gentle oranges, muting the cyan of his hair to a kind of sage, lighting his ice cold eyes with some of its warmth. tango has never been the poetic type, but he doubts he could be anything else when it comes to scott. what can he say? the man is a work of art, in and of itself.

aka

scott and tango have some time to themselves, and use it very wisely