[nearby, Dantes lies stretched out on the deck, his hands under his head, looking up at the sky and letting the boat sway gently with the waves. they've dropped anchor a ways out, and he's glad that no one will look for them here. it means they get time to be themselves, away from the discussions of the future that their families want, from the thought that Hans will go back to school for a while, from....really everything that's not existing here.
turning his head, seeing Hans lit by the lamp, he looks radiant in Dantes' eyes. like a work of art that could never be replicated, no matter how studious the hand. so instead, he freezes it in his mind's eye to hold, and smiles to see him there. the gentle sound of the water, the scratch of pencil, the scents of burning oil and salt - it lingers.]
When are you planning to go into astronomy?
[teasing, but soft as to not break the night's spell.]
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turning his head, seeing Hans lit by the lamp, he looks radiant in Dantes' eyes. like a work of art that could never be replicated, no matter how studious the hand. so instead, he freezes it in his mind's eye to hold, and smiles to see him there. the gentle sound of the water, the scratch of pencil, the scents of burning oil and salt - it lingers.]
When are you planning to go into astronomy?
[teasing, but soft as to not break the night's spell.]