[It's the sort of desperate kiss that's seen in film, of all things. The kind that's suffocating and a little rough, and just as unfocused as it is passionate. It's sloppy. It's a mess. Flamebringer does not know how to make it anything sweet and romantic, he only knows how to bite and jam his tongue into someone's mouth.
He doesn't do that, though. For all his no-romance bullshit he's been mentally on about for the last ten minutes, he's actually not straight-up suffocating Ezell with his tongue or trying to poke holes in his lips with fangs. There's a layer of sweetness to it. An apology.
And through all of it, the vice grip of apathy and exhaustion is starting to slip away. Maybe he's not totally out of the woods yet, but at least the way that he stopped caring is starting to leave him. He feels somewhat like himself again, no longer bogged down with this need to sleep until the world stops and rot away on the inn sofa. Somehow, the kiss is a fast-acting painkiller.
Flamebringer doesn't question it. He barely remembers to give both of them air in the end. He's only breaking the kiss after his lungs scream for air, holding Ezell's hips so tightly he thinks he might hurt him by accident. The rain falls into his eyes and flattens his bangs right against his face; he can barely see, but that's fine. He doesn't need to see.
He's confident now in his assessment that the empty spot in his bed isn't just for someone meant to be a one-night stand, that's for damn sure.]
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He doesn't do that, though. For all his no-romance bullshit he's been mentally on about for the last ten minutes, he's actually not straight-up suffocating Ezell with his tongue or trying to poke holes in his lips with fangs. There's a layer of sweetness to it. An apology.
And through all of it, the vice grip of apathy and exhaustion is starting to slip away. Maybe he's not totally out of the woods yet, but at least the way that he stopped caring is starting to leave him. He feels somewhat like himself again, no longer bogged down with this need to sleep until the world stops and rot away on the inn sofa. Somehow, the kiss is a fast-acting painkiller.
Flamebringer doesn't question it. He barely remembers to give both of them air in the end. He's only breaking the kiss after his lungs scream for air, holding Ezell's hips so tightly he thinks he might hurt him by accident. The rain falls into his eyes and flattens his bangs right against his face; he can barely see, but that's fine. He doesn't need to see.
He's confident now in his assessment that the empty spot in his bed isn't just for someone meant to be a one-night stand, that's for damn sure.]