[ He doesn't care to count the moments either, for how all else seems to fade away while his heart and soul lean so fully into this kiss, into this man who has chosen to love him. A questionable decision, perhaps, but Nico doesn't see it that way, and maybe in due time, he won't, either.
Wei Wuxian had told him this final week wasn't an ending, but rather the show was the beginning of something. He hadn't been able to see the sense in that before, wrapped up in the anguish of his own decision to be made, but now that he has...he can see just how right their overseer was.
This is...just the beginning.
Only when he must break for air does Kakavasha pull away, his lips red and swollen, cheeks flushed, brow tipped against his lover's. He still clinging so tightly to Nico, an anchor in another sense now, to keep him from floating away. ]
You can tell me whenever you like. As many times as you like.
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Wei Wuxian had told him this final week wasn't an ending, but rather the show was the beginning of something. He hadn't been able to see the sense in that before, wrapped up in the anguish of his own decision to be made, but now that he has...he can see just how right their overseer was.
This is...just the beginning.
Only when he must break for air does Kakavasha pull away, his lips red and swollen, cheeks flushed, brow tipped against his lover's. He still clinging so tightly to Nico, an anchor in another sense now, to keep him from floating away. ]
You can tell me whenever you like. As many times as you like.
[ He's certainly not about to stop him. ]