[ All he could ever want for a Christmas would be to see you smile like that, you know? Looking at him with such a soft and content expression.
Allen's own brightened smile slips into a more thoughtful one when Shouto's thumb runs down his wrist, watching as he bends to press his lips to his palm in a way that makes his eyes soften and hood lightly with sentimentality. Taking a moment to appreciate it and—all of this. The entirety of the moment.
His own hands are large for his frame too, befitting them being the most definitive part of his being and how he fights, but extremely slender and with long, thin but strong fingers. One of the few times they look smaller to his own eyes is when Shouto takes them, something that surprises him a little every time, and he's warmed by more than just the gesture.
If Allen notices Kizu tussling with Timcanpy he doesn't show it, even if Tim rolls around underneath her in a bit of a panic when he's suddenly pinned. When she releases him and then reappears he rights himself and glares judgmentally in her direction, tail lashing back and forth. How dare! That's cheating!
Clearly he needs to respond in kind. ♥ And he merrily jumps off the mattress, dissipating into white smoke and then reappearing a second later behind her to pounce at her tail like someone playing tag. ]
You bake cookies now? [ He says it gently, with a fond sort of tone that might have been teasing if he weren't so touched and his chest feeling so tight with something sweet. He reaches with his other hand to caress Shouto's cheek. ]
I like the sound of that too.
[ Are those cookies likely going to be an utter disaster? Probably, and while maybe if he helps taste-test along the way they might not be too bad... he also doesn't care at all how they turn out. Maybe he's just smitten, but it sounds fun and what Christmas should be.
He lets his fingers trace down his cheek again, to jaw, and towards his chin; eyes becoming warmer than they even usually are. Relaxed, and his fingertips brush lightly over his mouth. Mapping out the contour of his lips softly and slowly in a very mindful and gentle caress that still tingles to do. ]
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Allen's own brightened smile slips into a more thoughtful one when Shouto's thumb runs down his wrist, watching as he bends to press his lips to his palm in a way that makes his eyes soften and hood lightly with sentimentality. Taking a moment to appreciate it and—all of this. The entirety of the moment.
His own hands are large for his frame too, befitting them being the most definitive part of his being and how he fights, but extremely slender and with long, thin but strong fingers. One of the few times they look smaller to his own eyes is when Shouto takes them, something that surprises him a little every time, and he's warmed by more than just the gesture.
If Allen notices Kizu tussling with Timcanpy he doesn't show it, even if Tim rolls around underneath her in a bit of a panic when he's suddenly pinned. When she releases him and then reappears he rights himself and glares judgmentally in her direction, tail lashing back and forth. How dare! That's cheating!
Clearly he needs to respond in kind. ♥ And he merrily jumps off the mattress, dissipating into white smoke and then reappearing a second later behind her to pounce at her tail like someone playing tag. ]
You bake cookies now? [ He says it gently, with a fond sort of tone that might have been teasing if he weren't so touched and his chest feeling so tight with something sweet. He reaches with his other hand to caress Shouto's cheek. ]
I like the sound of that too.
[ Are those cookies likely going to be an utter disaster? Probably, and while maybe if he helps taste-test along the way they might not be too bad... he also doesn't care at all how they turn out. Maybe he's just smitten, but it sounds fun and what Christmas should be.
He lets his fingers trace down his cheek again, to jaw, and towards his chin; eyes becoming warmer than they even usually are. Relaxed, and his fingertips brush lightly over his mouth. Mapping out the contour of his lips softly and slowly in a very mindful and gentle caress that still tingles to do. ]
After, we can put the pictures up.