[ Sorey is, admittedly, at least halfway caught up in the idea of ruins when those words hit:
”I love you.”
Did his heart just stop? Maybe. ]
You...
[ Sorey.exe has failed. Rebooting, please wait...
Finally, his breath returns along with his pulse -- and in a big way. There’s a rush of warmth that is full-bodied, nearly powerful enough to dampen his eyes, but not quite. Then, a bright, cheerful, chipper little chortle escapes him. ]
I love you, too!
[ He sounds like he’s shouting it to the heavens -- and really, why wouldn’t he? -- but that part is unintentional. At least when he hears his own words reverberated back to him in a slight echo, he gets the hint that he’s been a little loud and reels himself in, hands moving to Mikleo’s cheeks instead, gently. A few impetuous, excited kisses accompany, a nuzzle of noses appended as they part.
In a more heartfelt, meaningful murmur, with complete eye contact made and held: ]
Mikleo, I love you, too...
[ Those green eyes have perhaps never quite shined so bright as they do now, accented by a smile so broad it hurts his cheeks. ]
It’s nothing you had to say before; please don’t feel that way. [ It stung, sure; but he has no one to blame but himself for that. ] That was my fault. And besides, it’s in the past now!
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Date: 2018-06-12 02:59 pm (UTC)”I love you.”
Did his heart just stop? Maybe. ]
You...
[ Sorey.exe has failed. Rebooting, please wait...
Finally, his breath returns along with his pulse -- and in a big way. There’s a rush of warmth that is full-bodied, nearly powerful enough to dampen his eyes, but not quite. Then, a bright, cheerful, chipper little chortle escapes him. ]
I love you, too!
[ He sounds like he’s shouting it to the heavens -- and really, why wouldn’t he? -- but that part is unintentional. At least when he hears his own words reverberated back to him in a slight echo, he gets the hint that he’s been a little loud and reels himself in, hands moving to Mikleo’s cheeks instead, gently. A few impetuous, excited kisses accompany, a nuzzle of noses appended as they part.
In a more heartfelt, meaningful murmur, with complete eye contact made and held: ]
Mikleo, I love you, too...
[ Those green eyes have perhaps never quite shined so bright as they do now, accented by a smile so broad it hurts his cheeks. ]
It’s nothing you had to say before; please don’t feel that way. [ It stung, sure; but he has no one to blame but himself for that. ] That was my fault. And besides, it’s in the past now!