[ if yoru had held their face in his hands, he would keep them there for another kiss. and another until the two of them figured out, attempt by attempt, how a kiss that’s just them would naturally go.
the way he kisses cain is different because it’s always been sexual, then… romantic. (he’ll never kiss cain again, never see him again. the hole where his heart used to be screams in phantom pain for what is missing. yoru wishes he had a door to shut it.)
the way he’s kissed hwylryn is different because they are two creatures, hungry and savage. (he’s not hwylryn’s anymore, so that’s it. that’s it. it hadn’t meant anything.)
but siffrun pulls back and yoru lets them. it was a nice kiss. he just doesn’t know if it was a siffrin kiss. ]
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the way he kisses cain is different because it’s always been sexual, then… romantic. (he’ll never kiss cain again, never see him again. the hole where his heart used to be screams in phantom pain for what is missing. yoru wishes he had a door to shut it.)
the way he’s kissed hwylryn is different because they are two creatures, hungry and savage. (he’s not hwylryn’s anymore, so that’s it. that’s it. it hadn’t meant anything.)
but siffrun pulls back and yoru lets them. it was a nice kiss. he just doesn’t know if it was a siffrin kiss. ]
You mean why?
[ he’ll follow whenever siffrin goes, naturally. ]