#he'd say would be in a really bad dracula impression which I actually think jeremiah would find ENDEARING so BACK TO MY OG THOUGHT

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

love how all of harrison's boyfriends who vaguely reference him in narrative just drop a quick "cinnamon" to make sure we know it's him

Lonan:

The last time Lonan was this so close to a man, he was mentally writing poetry about how sun pales eyelashes, he was wrist deep in hair soft as goose down and warm like cinnamon, he was a canvas open to hands because he knew he could be a museum if it meant another man looked at him.

Jeremiah:

What he doesn’t do is tidy his bed. He’s been sleeping on the couch since late September because he knows what’ll happen if he doesn't. Fresh ground cinnamon. A taut crest of shoulder. A laugh like jingle bells. Before he goes, he shuts his bedroom door. By the time he gets back, he might forget what happened there.