Hotaru
Somewhere my lifeline still hums and sings
In the mess of all I have thrown away
He feels like sunshine and warm days that the touch of autumn wind against her bare skin can't hope to chase away, too wrapped up in the open communication of formless feelings to feel anything but the touch of his hands or his lips on hers. Her own is melted snow and sunlight on placid waters, calm and happy. No ulterior motives, no doubts or regrets. She won't let herself feel them right now. She'd been happy when she'd slid her hand behind his head to pull him down, and she wants to keep that joy bottled up in her chest, not overthink it for once in her life. In the mess of all I have thrown away
Still, Ru isn't expecting him to feel the same, or to deepen the kiss once it has started. Surprise flickers like sparks through the bond for all of a second before she tilts her head to accommodate him, reaching further to wrap her arms around his neck instead and press them closer together. One hand extending to brush slowly from his nape down the top of his spine, content with their arrangement but still wanting to touch him in what little ways she can.
Hungry now,
I am gathering new seeds to throw wide
I am gathering new seeds to throw wide
