[ it's funny how it ended up like this, that the person who understands her so completely and intimately would be someone from a different world entirely; someone whom she's known for less than a year, who has a chance of disappearing from her life entirely should the resort will it. how cruel is it to develop these feelings for someone when they're doomed from the start? but tseng knows that, too, she's certain he does. yet he chooses to wade deeper in spite of it, holding her so closely as if to keep her right where she is. as if she could think about leaving in this moment even if she wanted to.
it should be concerning how easily he provides comfort, how he always seems to understand before she explains herself. and it is—it's as terrifying as it feels right; like everything she's always known that she could never have, because sometimes you have to kill the things you love to keep them safe, and she would rather not love at all. but this is different, tseng is different, and if she's to be given one chance, perhaps she can allow herself this much: he would be her first and her last.
she's short of breath by the time they pull away, his arms around her waist the only thing keeping her properly upright with how distracted she was with kissing him. she wets her lips, feeling how swollen they've become, only to press another kiss to his lips and then his cheek. ]
You'll stay, won't you? [ not that she's really thought that far yet, but she really doesn't want him to leave. ] At least for dinner.
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it should be concerning how easily he provides comfort, how he always seems to understand before she explains herself. and it is—it's as terrifying as it feels right; like everything she's always known that she could never have, because sometimes you have to kill the things you love to keep them safe, and she would rather not love at all. but this is different, tseng is different, and if she's to be given one chance, perhaps she can allow herself this much: he would be her first and her last.
she's short of breath by the time they pull away, his arms around her waist the only thing keeping her properly upright with how distracted she was with kissing him. she wets her lips, feeling how swollen they've become, only to press another kiss to his lips and then his cheek. ]
You'll stay, won't you? [ not that she's really thought that far yet, but she really doesn't want him to leave. ] At least for dinner.