[Paul takes his time with his answer, reaching up with his other hand to slip his fingers between locks of pale hair, canting his head to the side for another angle of contemplation. He bends to kiss the top of Kaworu's head, gentle and light.]
Clouds over the moon.
[He drifts lower to kiss the arch of his brow.]
Pomegranate jewels.
[The sweep of his cheekbone, the bridge of his nose.]
Seashells.
[His smile is wondering and soft, faintly tremulous.]
no subject
Clouds over the moon.
[He drifts lower to kiss the arch of his brow.]
Pomegranate jewels.
[The sweep of his cheekbone, the bridge of his nose.]
Seashells.
[His smile is wondering and soft, faintly tremulous.]
You.