Besides He Is Also Quick To Acknowledge His Friends Intelligence And Discernment. He Tells Them That

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so, edwin enlisting charles’ help in learning how to kiss, right?

charles being like, “all right. before we get started, show me what you think you know about kissing.”

and edwin looks at him nonplussed. “charles, i do not know anything about kissing. that is why we are taking part in this ex—”

“nah, mate, i know that. but, like, you’ve got to have some idea, yeah? like… what you’d do in 1908, or whatever.”

“i was eight years old in 1908.”

“you know what i mean!”

and edwin is all, “…fine.”

and he sort of… sits lost in thought for a minute. charles is expecting him to go in for a very chaste peck, or something. even a kiss on the cheek.

but edwin reaches for one of charles’ hands instead. picks it up delicately, curls his fingers around charles’ in a loose but undeniable hold that charles could pull free from, if he wanted.

edwin dips his head, and glances up at charles through his lashes as if for assent, and then he raises charles’ hand to press a brushing kiss to charles’ knuckles, not looking away all the while.

“charmed, i’m certain, mr. rowland,” he murmurs, still bent low over charles’ hand.

and just as quickly, he’s let charles’ hand drop again, is withdrawing his own back to his lap, looking at charles like he’s expecting to be graded.

and charles is like, what the fuck??? was that??? blushing. completely flustered. gobsmacked. taken out at the knees. can a hand kiss make him fall in love???

guys i’m sorry but if the villain is a woman im gonna think their a little hot. i can’t even help it

eagerly awaiting the reveal of what political science 101 concept is she going to stop the plot to teach middle schoolers about. we got bread and circuses we got the extended work on thomas hobbes my money is on haymitch starting this book as an objectivist and having to unlearn that in the face of true struggle

me when I find a new ghost TV show to obsess over

Like really, everytime I spend a couple day without doom scrolling through reels or tik tok i'm feeling better.

Our parents were rights... phones are the problem.

perfectionism is a capitalist scam.

I should be writing my philosophy essay but instead I'm here scrolling.