[ Oh, it's most certainly not for help, if Pure Vanilla's little blush says anything about it. It won't show him things like freckles but, well. So they're not being idiots on the dance floor, Pure Vanilla moves them off to the edge, then takes his hands back to raise them gently to Vash's face.
The brush of his fingers is gentle, maybe almost ticklish, as he uses just the pads. He slowly traces Vash's face, following the curve of his cheekbones with his thumbs, allowing his other fingers to slide along his jaw. The heat on Vash's cheeks makes him smile softly, and he mumbles a gentle apology, thinking he's just making the other shy over this.
Little wrinkles and creases are noted with a pleased look, dips and dots touched with a little bit of reverence. Details are filling in. Vash is so very pretty.
Forgive the soft brush of a thumb over his mouth. ]
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The brush of his fingers is gentle, maybe almost ticklish, as he uses just the pads. He slowly traces Vash's face, following the curve of his cheekbones with his thumbs, allowing his other fingers to slide along his jaw. The heat on Vash's cheeks makes him smile softly, and he mumbles a gentle apology, thinking he's just making the other shy over this.
Little wrinkles and creases are noted with a pleased look, dips and dots touched with a little bit of reverence. Details are filling in. Vash is so very pretty.
Forgive the soft brush of a thumb over his mouth. ]