[ Kizuna's skin aches at the sudden absence of hands on it after all this slow building of touch, but the sight above him is enough to make him forget, even if only in the moment. He doesn't realize just how attuned he is to Wriothesley until the man's sudden inhale feels as though it's cracking through his own lungs, like he's the one who's forgotten to breathe. Usually... a rift like that comes with consequences, his heart's foresight turning against him.
But Wriothesley knows those tides, the same ones that sink down into his skin as if they belong there with him. He's the only one. Kizuna stares at him, dumbfounded, gaze roving over scarred skin and up, hollowing on the look in his steely eyes — ]
I would. [ ...he swallows, feeling his heart hammer in his throat. ] I mean, I want to. I want to stay with you.
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But Wriothesley knows those tides, the same ones that sink down into his skin as if they belong there with him. He's the only one. Kizuna stares at him, dumbfounded, gaze roving over scarred skin and up, hollowing on the look in his steely eyes — ]
I would. [ ...he swallows, feeling his heart hammer in his throat. ] I mean, I want to. I want to stay with you.