[He almost hates how his heart wants to give out at the proximity and the whisper both. Almost, except he doesn't, because somehow the rapid thud of his heart and the blood rushing in his ears has become a bit comfortable now. He doesn't have the vocabulary to explain it. It's just... Vash, in general, he thinks. Vash has something on him and Ain's too far gone to figure out what it is or really care.
Ain tilts his head back. With his eyes half-lidded, he gazes at Vash, barely watching the snow falling around his head now. It's faded into the background along with his excitement, and now the entire world is only him and Vash.]
I promise.
[Promises are meant to be kept, and Ain isn't about to waste their time. Slowly, he leans forward until they're liplocked, and unlike earlier, this kiss is much softer. It doesn't want for passion despite that, and warmth seeps through it easily. Ain reaches out for Vash, to wind his arms around his neck, in the same moment his wings wrap all the way around them like a protective blanket.
This feels... correct. Every time they've kissed or held each other, it's felt right in ways he can't describe. And this one is... somehow, for some reason, so much better than the others. Not that their other exchanges have been anywhere close to bad.
Ain can't pin it, yet another thing lost to the pond of stuff he doesn't understand, and he doesn't care to. Not right now, when he's sighing against Vash's lips as if he's the first sip of water Ain's had in months.]
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Ain tilts his head back. With his eyes half-lidded, he gazes at Vash, barely watching the snow falling around his head now. It's faded into the background along with his excitement, and now the entire world is only him and Vash.]
I promise.
[Promises are meant to be kept, and Ain isn't about to waste their time. Slowly, he leans forward until they're liplocked, and unlike earlier, this kiss is much softer. It doesn't want for passion despite that, and warmth seeps through it easily. Ain reaches out for Vash, to wind his arms around his neck, in the same moment his wings wrap all the way around them like a protective blanket.
This feels... correct. Every time they've kissed or held each other, it's felt right in ways he can't describe. And this one is... somehow, for some reason, so much better than the others. Not that their other exchanges have been anywhere close to bad.
Ain can't pin it, yet another thing lost to the pond of stuff he doesn't understand, and he doesn't care to. Not right now, when he's sighing against Vash's lips as if he's the first sip of water Ain's had in months.]