[Feeling those fingers in his hair again, after how awful the past week has been to Add... the tension is finally starting to ease from his shoulders, the tiniest moan escaping his lips. Forget the flowers, their injuries, the chaos outside... just for a little longer, he wants to savor this feeling. He's allowed to have a break every now and then.
He's all too willing to lose himself in Elsword's voice, the hands in his hair, tracing the frame of his cheek... before he knows it, they're staring eye to eye again. It's not as terrifying as he thought it would be—his tears have long since dried, and he's too distracted by how brilliantly red Elsword's eyes are. The way they blend with the bright bloody smears across his face, broken only by the sharp glass-white of his pupils. Eyelashes that seem too soft and delicate for someone so strong... he wants to reach out and touch it, pluck one out and put it under a microscope, see if the gem-like shimmer is quantifiable. He wants to wipe the filth and blood away, polish it all to a shine, cell samples, blood samples, hair, saliva, bone...
(what would happen, if he moved just a little closer? like a moth to a flame, skin touching skin)
Add blinks, snapping himself out of the trance. His face is flush as he looks away, a wave of embarrassment coming over him. He really shouldn't stare... what were they talking about again...]
... No. I should tell you. [right. the Critical Lore™... he promised Nene he'd share it, and really, he shouldn't be keeping something like this to himself. Still... he nervously digs his fingers at the edges of Elsword's back-window.] But... later. Not right now. There's still a lot to do out there.
[they can't stay in here having gay thoughts all day while everyone else is fighting for their lives... that's not good ally behavior]
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He's all too willing to lose himself in Elsword's voice, the hands in his hair, tracing the frame of his cheek... before he knows it, they're staring eye to eye again. It's not as terrifying as he thought it would be—his tears have long since dried, and he's too distracted by how brilliantly red Elsword's eyes are. The way they blend with the bright bloody smears across his face, broken only by the sharp glass-white of his pupils. Eyelashes that seem too soft and delicate for someone so strong... he wants to reach out and touch it, pluck one out and put it under a microscope, see if the gem-like shimmer is quantifiable. He wants to wipe the filth and blood away, polish it all to a shine, cell samples, blood samples, hair, saliva, bone...
(what would happen, if he moved just a little closer? like a moth to a flame, skin touching skin)
Add blinks, snapping himself out of the trance. His face is flush as he looks away, a wave of embarrassment coming over him. He really shouldn't stare... what were they talking about again...]
... No. I should tell you. [right. the Critical Lore™... he promised Nene he'd share it, and really, he shouldn't be keeping something like this to himself. Still... he nervously digs his fingers at the edges of Elsword's back-window.] But... later. Not right now. There's still a lot to do out there.
[they can't stay in here having gay thoughts all day while everyone else is fighting for their lives... that's not good ally behavior]