It wasn't hard using that voice, even though it wasn't his own. Nor was he entirely skilled in using it, though he was doing his best with it.
The sounds rose and dropped, a lyrical whistle meant to make him feel happy, to feel good. It was something he could give to Isaac, something he wanted to give to him.
It broke off suddenly. "I can taste it. Not as strong as the hand," he admitted. "But I can taste it. I could taste you then. How did it feel?"
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Date: 2015-04-04 10:00 pm (UTC)The sounds rose and dropped, a lyrical whistle meant to make him feel happy, to feel good. It was something he could give to Isaac, something he wanted to give to him.
It broke off suddenly. "I can taste it. Not as strong as the hand," he admitted. "But I can taste it. I could taste you then. How did it feel?"