“ —I can’t say the same maki. ”
by the gods, he trembles at that stare normally, but right now he couldn’t help but hold her still. almost rocking her in the tightness against him, he felt so serene, and relieved to hear her voice. it was a bloody infusion to an anemic body, but a sweet, gentle kindness to her tone. but still, he leaned in, holding her with a soft sway until lips locked for just a moment. a momentous mesh of heated, but wanton lips. god he wished she hated him too, at least he wouldn’t feel such a YEARNING to protect someone so fearless, so dangerous. did he feel odd for such? to kiss such a killer? maybe, BUT MAYBE MORE, HE WANTED HER TO FEEL WEAK. for once in her life, to let her hair down, and feel she can. to be her home in such a ruinous place. lips couldnt convey all of these thoughts, but a kiss was selfish understanding in itself.
—and held her right into the night.