[Ariel is small, all thin arms and legs that haven't lost quite all of their childish softness just yet. He's got a long way to go yet in growing up, but he's old enough to have matured in a lot of ways, and he's always been too far from innocent -- an intelligent and arrogant child with interests not even an adult could justify.

But now he's a teenager, and aware of the world at large, and apparently aware of the world right at home, too. There's no hesitation in straddling Tristan's hips, shoving his shirt up and leaning down to kiss his throat. There's a good deal of his life since the revolution he's hidden, especially recently, but it's about time his big brother got used to what kind of person he's really living with.]