...but to say he was expecting this would be a wild fucking lie. He's not, at all, expecting to be kissed so suddenly. There's a moment, two, three, where he sort of just blinks off into the space behind Elysium's head like he's not quite sure if this is real or not. Maybe his brain made it up. Maybe he really did die that one time he fell off the ship, and this is some kind of hyperspecific (very cold) heaven.
...
Heaven, huh.
Why is the Liberi subtly shaking like that, he wonders? Because it's cold? Nervous? But this feels like the most natural followup to years of doing whatever the hell they've been doing for the last few years, so...?
His eyes close, and the fingers of his flesh-and-blood hand brush back through Elysium's hair.
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...but to say he was expecting this would be a wild fucking lie. He's not, at all, expecting to be kissed so suddenly. There's a moment, two, three, where he sort of just blinks off into the space behind Elysium's head like he's not quite sure if this is real or not. Maybe his brain made it up. Maybe he really did die that one time he fell off the ship, and this is some kind of hyperspecific (very cold) heaven.
...
Heaven, huh.
Why is the Liberi subtly shaking like that, he wonders? Because it's cold? Nervous? But this feels like the most natural followup to years of doing whatever the hell they've been doing for the last few years, so...?
His eyes close, and the fingers of his flesh-and-blood hand brush back through Elysium's hair.
Yeah. This is good.]