[ Even in the worst throes of not being able to breathe, Kizuna is momentarily swayed by the sight likewise hanging above him — light eyes, a glowing smile. A warmth that radiates, skin flushed from exertion. Lungs heaving a little, Kizuna seems to consider those words, the deep cadence Wriothesley delivers them on.
Ignore the happy tears hemming the corners of his eyes. Or the fact the did, in fact, forget to breathe for a moment.
Like he said. Unfair. ]
Best medicine for who, I wonder? [ Fingers rise to twine with a long lock of hair. ] You're supposed to be resting, remember.
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Ignore the happy tears hemming the corners of his eyes. Or the fact the did, in fact, forget to breathe for a moment.
Like he said. Unfair. ]
Best medicine for who, I wonder? [ Fingers rise to twine with a long lock of hair. ] You're supposed to be resting, remember.