[once again, Rom's gaze is drawn towards the sky, while Edamura's remains firmly affixed upon his companion's, simply. . . observing. they're close enough that despite the darkness, he can still pick out a few details in his companion's features. . . and thus, he makes mental note of every line of Rom's expression. commits to memory every curve of chin and cheek and nose, including the darker circles that shadow the poor sleep-deprived exorcist's eyes. some of it is just positioning (Edamura can't exactly crane his neck to join in on stargazing while laid out like this), but the rest is just. . . it's just. . .]
[. . .]
[. . . idly, he brushes a thumb across the apple of Rom's cheek, right underneath those exhausted circles]
Nervous, huh. . . [their conversation before the ceremony had been short, but it's not like Edamura had been bereft of nerves himself. still. . . he can't help but ask] . . . why?
no subject
[. . .]
[. . . idly, he brushes a thumb across the apple of Rom's cheek, right underneath those exhausted circles]
Nervous, huh. . . [their conversation before the ceremony had been short, but it's not like Edamura had been bereft of nerves himself. still. . . he can't help but ask] . . . why?