[Her nervous breath against his skin, her arms around him, against the bare skin of his chest... He feels as if he's being enveloped in Hayame's warmth. His eyes, half-lidded, drift closed again at the light press of lips to his neck, close to where his golden shard sits at his nape.
The shard she had treated so tenderly before, the moment that tipped him into the realisation that his feelings for her ran much deeper and fiercer than allies, friends. And now, in this moment, he wonders if he can dare to believe, in her arms, that she feels the same way.
The lines that divide people... Human, jinba, everyone else... They were just illusions. Maybe she was starting to accept that, too. But he can't articulate half-asleep thoughts at this hour, so he contents himself with a few breathy syllables.]
Hayame... [He's drifting off again with a sigh. If she dares to look, there's the smallest smile of contentment on his face.]
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The shard she had treated so tenderly before, the moment that tipped him into the realisation that his feelings for her ran much deeper and fiercer than allies, friends. And now, in this moment, he wonders if he can dare to believe, in her arms, that she feels the same way.
The lines that divide people... Human, jinba, everyone else... They were just illusions. Maybe she was starting to accept that, too. But he can't articulate half-asleep thoughts at this hour, so he contents himself with a few breathy syllables.]
Hayame... [He's drifting off again with a sigh. If she dares to look, there's the smallest smile of contentment on his face.]