( the words come out of him muffled, pressed to the center of vash's palm where it rests over the line of his mouth, and his brows furrow with the separation, the sudden distance between them. he wants them to be as close as they can be, as close as they've never been, at least not like this.
he lets vash move one of his hands, and the one that hasn't been claimed by a soft, sweet kiss to his wrist brings the other's own away from his mouth, linking their fingers together and, quite frankly, admiring how they look together. ) No one's ever said anything like that to you before … have they?
( he doesn't like to think of how he would react if the answer happened to be yes; of course vash hasn't belonged to him since they were children, or rather they haven't belonged to each other since then, and a long, long time has passed since they were still small enough to fold themselves into a singular bed and have room to spare, spindly legs and all.
anyone else being this close, having vash like this doesn't sit well with him, but he's going to stop his line of thinking right there, because it has no place here. not when he's working on trying to mend that chasm between them.
so: ) You should know how beautiful you are. Haven't you looked in a mirror lately?
( the question is rhetorical, of course, and he tries to push his way forward enough to press the softest kiss to the column of his throat. )
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( the words come out of him muffled, pressed to the center of vash's palm where it rests over the line of his mouth, and his brows furrow with the separation, the sudden distance between them. he wants them to be as close as they can be, as close as they've never been, at least not like this.
he lets vash move one of his hands, and the one that hasn't been claimed by a soft, sweet kiss to his wrist brings the other's own away from his mouth, linking their fingers together and, quite frankly, admiring how they look together. ) No one's ever said anything like that to you before … have they?
( he doesn't like to think of how he would react if the answer happened to be yes; of course vash hasn't belonged to him since they were children, or rather they haven't belonged to each other since then, and a long, long time has passed since they were still small enough to fold themselves into a singular bed and have room to spare, spindly legs and all.
anyone else being this close, having vash like this doesn't sit well with him, but he's going to stop his line of thinking right there, because it has no place here. not when he's working on trying to mend that chasm between them.
so: ) You should know how beautiful you are. Haven't you looked in a mirror lately?
( the question is rhetorical, of course, and he tries to push his way forward enough to press the softest kiss to the column of his throat. )