[ With every kiss, it almost seems like Mikleo gets a little more relaxed; a little more liberal with his affections. So much so, in fact, that the third -- notably deeper, more insistent than its predecessors -- steals Sorey's breath a bit. He exhales audibly as they part, distantly aware of how the air around his face feels a little chilly now. ]
Not something -- just you.
[ And he'll answer that obvious want to kiss him -- no matter how wholly warm he feels by now. ]
You're more important to me than any ruins we could ever explore -- in this world, or our own.
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Not something -- just you.
[ And he'll answer that obvious want to kiss him -- no matter how wholly warm he feels by now. ]
You're more important to me than any ruins we could ever explore -- in this world, or our own.