[ He's come to enjoy the contrast of the rough carapace against his cheek, the same way he enjoys kissing his chest from right to left. Soon, his cheeks start to hurt from keeping up the little-used muscles of his smile, but it's impossible to stop when Allen looks so blithely happy and content. The kiss feels like a reprieve, one he meets with the same intensity, clutching lightly at the nape of his neck to draw him closer.
Under the moonlit forest, life hums around them, and one of the koi, red with white spots, snaps at the fireflies zipping over the water, missing it and splashing back down where his mate, white with red stripes, swims around him before recognizing familiar faces on the other side of the world and trespasses through the divide, mouth breaking through the surface of the water to regard them with curiosity. Completely enchanted with his companion, Shouto misses her arrival and quick departure, beneath the surface of the water where the moon glimmers across the shifting surface. ]
Not yet.
[ He kisses his ear, drawn to the paleblood stone ever since awakening from Allen's nightmare. ]
Kizu's on her way back.
[ His omen purrs in approval. Affected by the same overwhelming joy that thrums through him, she opted to bring the flowers back with her so he could stay by his side. ]
I'll make tea while we wait.
[ He offers, cheeks burning from untrained muscles, but he can't help himself. ]
Are you okay with Earl Grey? It pairs well with citrus desserts.
[ He adds, filling the pot with ice. He works at an even pace, with a subtle grace to his movements. Melting the ice is easy. Hitting the proper temperature comes with practice and years of experience. Quietly, he quickly washes the loose leaves once, letting the murky water drain between the slotted wooden panels of the one inch tray, then lets the leaves step for four minutes.
He settles next to Allen, pressing his shoulder to his and looking up into the night sky. ]
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Under the moonlit forest, life hums around them, and one of the koi, red with white spots, snaps at the fireflies zipping over the water, missing it and splashing back down where his mate, white with red stripes, swims around him before recognizing familiar faces on the other side of the world and trespasses through the divide, mouth breaking through the surface of the water to regard them with curiosity. Completely enchanted with his companion, Shouto misses her arrival and quick departure, beneath the surface of the water where the moon glimmers across the shifting surface. ]
Not yet.
[ He kisses his ear, drawn to the paleblood stone ever since awakening from Allen's nightmare. ]
Kizu's on her way back.
[ His omen purrs in approval. Affected by the same overwhelming joy that thrums through him, she opted to bring the flowers back with her so he could stay by his side. ]
I'll make tea while we wait.
[ He offers, cheeks burning from untrained muscles, but he can't help himself. ]
Are you okay with Earl Grey? It pairs well with citrus desserts.
[ He adds, filling the pot with ice. He works at an even pace, with a subtle grace to his movements. Melting the ice is easy. Hitting the proper temperature comes with practice and years of experience. Quietly, he quickly washes the loose leaves once, letting the murky water drain between the slotted wooden panels of the one inch tray, then lets the leaves step for four minutes.
He settles next to Allen, pressing his shoulder to his and looking up into the night sky. ]
The moon looks different tonight.