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templemarkerLike the Tide
by templemarker
Notes: First begun as a reponse to a prompt in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
riventhorn's Happy Gay Farmers post last month, "a storm's coming." With grateful thanks to ![[personal profile]](https://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
samjohnsson for uber beta skills.
It was as if Esca knew Marcus was looking at him, as if he bent and flexed with purpose to distract Marcus from his work and draw Marcus' focus to the slope of Esca's back, the spray of freckles across his shoulder. Marcus knew every part of him, from the frantic exploration atop a horse blanket in the hills of the North to the slow, fire-drenched coupling of their first days in their bothy, on their land, their home.
Available on livejournal, dreamwidth, and my archive.
by templemarker
Notes: First begun as a reponse to a prompt in
riventhorn's Happy Gay Farmers post last month, "a storm's coming." With grateful thanks to samjohnsson for uber beta skills. It was as if Esca knew Marcus was looking at him, as if he bent and flexed with purpose to distract Marcus from his work and draw Marcus' focus to the slope of Esca's back, the spray of freckles across his shoulder. Marcus knew every part of him, from the frantic exploration atop a horse blanket in the hills of the North to the slow, fire-drenched coupling of their first days in their bothy, on their land, their home.
Available on livejournal, dreamwidth, and my archive.