[He takes a deep breath and cradles that spark of soul to his chest, meeting Emet's eyes.
Normally he'd have something to say. He's rarely ever at a loss for words. But if he says anything, or tries, he'll just cry, he's sure of that.
Some things are better expressed other ways anyway.
He slides the hand not cradling a piece of Emet's soul into small hairs at the back of his neck and pulls him in, kissing his lips gently, but firmly. Keeping him close for a long time, just lingering where he can feel his breath.]
Re: Day 107
Normally he'd have something to say. He's rarely ever at a loss for words. But if he says anything, or tries, he'll just cry, he's sure of that.
Some things are better expressed other ways anyway.
He slides the hand not cradling a piece of Emet's soul into small hairs at the back of his neck and pulls him in, kissing his lips gently, but firmly. Keeping him close for a long time, just lingering where he can feel his breath.]