Anyway. The way this very well would lead into bang if emotional connections weren't the bane of Elysium's short-lived existence. Love is sweet——but it's equally as painful, something Hien will likely feel in the wrenching of his chest the moment he utters his plea.
He's in love, too. He wants him, just as desperately. But beyond that—
This is how Elysium draws him the rest of the way up, closing the distance between their mouths without hesitation. He kisses him, bites at his lower lip even, in attempt to coax his mouth open. Whatever feedback loop they've gotten into, it coils and tightens around his chest, almost nauseatingly so. But he doesn't let go, not until air has well left his lungs—or Hien tells him to stop. Then he lets their foreheads rest together, eyes falling shut. ]
… How's this? [ a sigh, followed by a brush of mouth along his forehead. ] If you still feel the same tomorrow, we can continue wherever you like. But right now… we aren't ourselves. And this isn't something I want you to rush. There's a lot you don't know about me.
[ —beyond that, there is the haunting echo of the scars inflicted on the people who get left behind. Where this love came from doesn't matter. What matters is Hien: his heart and the future where he'll have to live with something that can't be undone.
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Anyway. The way this very well would lead into bang if emotional connections weren't the bane of Elysium's short-lived existence. Love is sweet——but it's equally as painful, something Hien will likely feel in the wrenching of his chest the moment he utters his plea.
He's in love, too. He wants him, just as desperately. But beyond that—
This is how Elysium draws him the rest of the way up, closing the distance between their mouths without hesitation. He kisses him, bites at his lower lip even, in attempt to coax his mouth open. Whatever feedback loop they've gotten into, it coils and tightens around his chest, almost nauseatingly so. But he doesn't let go, not until air has well left his lungs—or Hien tells him to stop. Then he lets their foreheads rest together, eyes falling shut. ]
… How's this? [ a sigh, followed by a brush of mouth along his forehead. ] If you still feel the same tomorrow, we can continue wherever you like. But right now… we aren't ourselves. And this isn't something I want you to rush. There's a lot you don't know about me.
[ —beyond that, there is the haunting echo of the scars inflicted on the people who get left behind. Where this love came from doesn't matter. What matters is Hien: his heart and the future where he'll have to live with something that can't be undone.
This is why you don't date a guy whose favourite band is the fantasy-equivalent of Linkin Park btw. ]