[How can anyone know the future? Paul stands in it up to his neck, dark waves flooding his eyes, and he knows it less well than he ever did.
But that's a philosophical concern. For once, Paul doesn't care about philosophy. He cares about this, these slim fingers stroking his skin, a gentle voice promising him that even if he's lost, he'll be looked for.
In a convulsive tide, he twists further, unlinking their hands only so he can drag Kaworu into a clinging embrace, his hair soft under his palm and his waist narrow in the band of his arm, his breath crashing in his lungs as they spasm.]
I'd try to let you find me. [He says, terrible and true.] I want to be that for you. I want to stay with-
[Overwhelmed, he draws back, eyes shining like forests under rain, and he hovers only for an instant before he falls on him in a kiss, fervent and mouth bruising, all the promises he can't make bound to it.]
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But that's a philosophical concern. For once, Paul doesn't care about philosophy. He cares about this, these slim fingers stroking his skin, a gentle voice promising him that even if he's lost, he'll be looked for.
In a convulsive tide, he twists further, unlinking their hands only so he can drag Kaworu into a clinging embrace, his hair soft under his palm and his waist narrow in the band of his arm, his breath crashing in his lungs as they spasm.]
I'd try to let you find me. [He says, terrible and true.] I want to be that for you. I want to stay with-
[Overwhelmed, he draws back, eyes shining like forests under rain, and he hovers only for an instant before he falls on him in a kiss, fervent and mouth bruising, all the promises he can't make bound to it.]