[ It seems like such an obvious kind of analogy, doesn't it? You go through life as someone on a path, and meet those who walk it with you. It's how probably most people would visualize it. Certainly anyone who knows Allen, who talks literally of paths such as that often as it is something codified into his very name and the one vow he's been able to keep his whole life, would think it the same for him.
It's not. The analogy for his life is someone who goes through life on a path, yes. A trail blazed only by the footsteps you leave behind, with dark to one side and light to the other. But the people he meets are along the way. They're to either side, brilliant and important or doomed and compelling, but never on it with him. He's always alone. It's always just him and Tim -- or just him.
Everyone he meets he parts with, usually sooner than later. So feeling that, yes, someone is there at his side on it...
That might be the thing he's most amazed by and grateful for.
There's a faint chuckle at the observation, lips curving against Shouto's in a small sort of smile before he slides his mouth against his in another soft, slow kiss. Taking his time and doing it with a quiet sort of mindfulness like he had before when touching his lips in the other room, like committing every detail and feeling of intimacy to memory.
One hand skims up from his hip, trailing along his side and up his chest in an equally unhurried, inquisitive but slightly shy manner. ]
Tim's bigger too. [ Said, smiling, against his mouth too.
A little bigger. From grapefruit to small melon. ]
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It's not. The analogy for his life is someone who goes through life on a path, yes. A trail blazed only by the footsteps you leave behind, with dark to one side and light to the other. But the people he meets are along the way. They're to either side, brilliant and important or doomed and compelling, but never on it with him. He's always alone. It's always just him and Tim -- or just him.
Everyone he meets he parts with, usually sooner than later. So feeling that, yes, someone is there at his side on it...
That might be the thing he's most amazed by and grateful for.
There's a faint chuckle at the observation, lips curving against Shouto's in a small sort of smile before he slides his mouth against his in another soft, slow kiss. Taking his time and doing it with a quiet sort of mindfulness like he had before when touching his lips in the other room, like committing every detail and feeling of intimacy to memory.
One hand skims up from his hip, trailing along his side and up his chest in an equally unhurried, inquisitive but slightly shy manner. ]
Tim's bigger too. [ Said, smiling, against his mouth too.
A little bigger. From grapefruit to small melon. ]