[Paul brushes both his thumbs along Kaworu's cheeks when they kiss, revelling in yet another subtle variation in touch. He could spend hours finding new ones, mapping the shivering sparks from his fingertips alone until he was exhausted.
The latent plea under Kaworu's words sobers him. His eyes half-open to take him in another way, a faint crease formed between them by drawn together brows.]
I won't.
[He curls a hand over one of Kaworu's, turning impulsively to kiss his palm. He lingers, feeling the thrum of life under leylines, and thinks about promises that not everyone keeps.]
You're important to me.
[It's not poetry, those plain words spoken intently, but he means it as deeply as any talk of clouds or seashells.]
no subject
The latent plea under Kaworu's words sobers him. His eyes half-open to take him in another way, a faint crease formed between them by drawn together brows.]
I won't.
[He curls a hand over one of Kaworu's, turning impulsively to kiss his palm. He lingers, feeling the thrum of life under leylines, and thinks about promises that not everyone keeps.]
You're important to me.
[It's not poetry, those plain words spoken intently, but he means it as deeply as any talk of clouds or seashells.]