Somewhere, Theon thinks, stupidly fond, Neil's smug as shit for being right. Not necessarily about if Theon can tell if things with Daryl will go like that, though the touch he still swears he can feel on his skin gives him hope. No, more that Theon can do this after all, and that he can feel desire.
It's a step away from frightening.
He still manages to offer a sidelong, crooked grin. "Not as fine as anything I sailed before, but I've seen how they have motors here." The tips of his ears are pink, but it's easier than usual to put that aside. "I've had a mind to try one of the little sailboats they have here."
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Date: 2020-09-24 03:39 am (UTC)It's a step away from frightening.
He still manages to offer a sidelong, crooked grin. "Not as fine as anything I sailed before, but I've seen how they have motors here." The tips of his ears are pink, but it's easier than usual to put that aside. "I've had a mind to try one of the little sailboats they have here."