[So she doesn't care if his words used to be a lie? Rinne never cared if hers were. But right now, when he wants her love so selfishly, if she can't tell him how she feels, he thinks he'll go crazy.
First, she kisses his forehead. No one's done that since his youth, and his youth was cut short when Hiiro was born. It was a time when love never asked for anything else. He shouldn't, but he keeps coming back to that. Then Ai kisses the corner of his eye. Only two people have ever seen him cry, and he's already lost one. There's two again, and somehow that makes being stronger a little easier. Finally his gaze meets hers, and the air between them thins as they stand like this, her arms in his arms, closer than they have ever truly been.
When Ai takes Rinne's first kiss, he lets it happen. For once, he lets himself savor the feeling of someone who wants to have him, someone who is willing to take him into themselves and keep him there like he isn't something to be chewed and spat out. Ai's lips are gentle. Rinne thinks it's amazing how she can hear the embarrassing sound of his loud heart and still be here, kissing someone who's never been kissed, someone who knows what that means but is too scared to mean it. Not because he thinks he's incapable of it, no, but because when he isn't trying to fail, he loves much too deeply—so deeply that it could only be wrong. That's how everyone's ever seen him: wrong.
For a second, he thinks Ai is also wrong.
When Rinne breaks the kiss, he whispers as he insists,] I told you, we shouldn't...
[But he closes his eyes again and kisses her anyway.]
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First, she kisses his forehead. No one's done that since his youth, and his youth was cut short when Hiiro was born. It was a time when love never asked for anything else. He shouldn't, but he keeps coming back to that. Then Ai kisses the corner of his eye. Only two people have ever seen him cry, and he's already lost one. There's two again, and somehow that makes being stronger a little easier. Finally his gaze meets hers, and the air between them thins as they stand like this, her arms in his arms, closer than they have ever truly been.
When Ai takes Rinne's first kiss, he lets it happen. For once, he lets himself savor the feeling of someone who wants to have him, someone who is willing to take him into themselves and keep him there like he isn't something to be chewed and spat out. Ai's lips are gentle. Rinne thinks it's amazing how she can hear the embarrassing sound of his loud heart and still be here, kissing someone who's never been kissed, someone who knows what that means but is too scared to mean it. Not because he thinks he's incapable of it, no, but because when he isn't trying to fail, he loves much too deeply—so deeply that it could only be wrong. That's how everyone's ever seen him: wrong.
For a second, he thinks Ai is also wrong.
When Rinne breaks the kiss, he whispers as he insists,] I told you, we shouldn't...
[But he closes his eyes again and kisses her anyway.]