[ He relaxes at that then, the anxiety in his heart letting up to see Shouto come back from whatever place he'd gone with a gentle look once again. Lost in thought-- in memories, perhaps? Ones maybe Allen didn't know about—or didn't realize what might have actually been going through Shouto's head at the time.
You might not say it all the time, but you think a lot.
Craning up into where their brows touch and relishing the sentimental contact, he smiles softly. Kissing first one corner of his mouth very gently-- ]
Yes. [ --and then the other. The hand that had been at his cheek slipping back to sift through his hair and touch his ear, rubbing the bloodstone band—the one made of Allen's blood—gently. With his own kind of faraway thoughtfulness as he stays nestled very comfortably in his embrace.
One year ago, you held him in this room and he touched your cheek to try and pull you back from heavier thoughts too before they bathed. A quiet and nebulously intimate moment, one of their first. ]
Kiss me?
[ Not at that exact moment, but that was the first day he realized he wanted to kiss you, you know. ]
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You might not say it all the time, but you think a lot.
Craning up into where their brows touch and relishing the sentimental contact, he smiles softly. Kissing first one corner of his mouth very gently-- ]
Yes. [ --and then the other. The hand that had been at his cheek slipping back to sift through his hair and touch his ear, rubbing the bloodstone band—the one made of Allen's blood—gently. With his own kind of faraway thoughtfulness as he stays nestled very comfortably in his embrace.
One year ago, you held him in this room and he touched your cheek to try and pull you back from heavier thoughts too before they bathed. A quiet and nebulously intimate moment, one of their first. ]
Kiss me?
[ Not at that exact moment, but that was the first day he realized he wanted to kiss you, you know. ]