[ It isn't when he's hesitant about her response, but as soon as she does respond that changes. They're still in the stupid doorway, so he shifts her slightly, his other hand at her hip as he nudges her towards the door frame. That's when it starts.
It's a kiss with way more emotion to it than he's probably poured in before. Love is at the forefront, of course, as is trust, loyalty and need for her to a point of desperation for this to end alright.
His hand squeezes hers tight until the shape of the moon probably imprints on both of their palms. The red ribbon connecting them both like the red ribbon of fate.
He just needs to find his path back to her again, that's what this boils down to.
He doesn't want to feel like this. He wants this--this feeling he pours into the kiss--to be the only reality they have. ]
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It's a kiss with way more emotion to it than he's probably poured in before. Love is at the forefront, of course, as is trust, loyalty and need for her to a point of desperation for this to end alright.
His hand squeezes hers tight until the shape of the moon probably imprints on both of their palms. The red ribbon connecting them both like the red ribbon of fate.
He just needs to find his path back to her again, that's what this boils down to.
He doesn't want to feel like this. He wants this--this feeling he pours into the kiss--to be the only reality they have. ]