gairanelixir: Something warm touches on the crown of his head, through his hair, fingers carting thr
gairanelixir: Something warm touches on the crown of his head, through his hair, fingers carting through his long locks and the air in his lungs catches in his throat when he feels a warm breath ghosting over his gray tresses and realizes what it is. This fic… Ruined my life….. @grayclouds…. thank u -- source link