[There's no protesting as Sypha rearranges them both for what isn't a first kiss, but feels like one. The first one for this new thing that they can dare to put a label on, because she is staying.
He kisses back, and the words welcome home are threaded through every little moment. The angle his head is at means that it is easier than normal to avoid entering fangs into the equation. His hands go up, grasp both of her cheeks to hold her where she is. This is madness, all of it, hardly real.
But it is so very real, and when the kiss breaks, he is gone and away, anchored only by her presence.]
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He kisses back, and the words welcome home are threaded through every little moment. The angle his head is at means that it is easier than normal to avoid entering fangs into the equation. His hands go up, grasp both of her cheeks to hold her where she is. This is madness, all of it, hardly real.
But it is so very real, and when the kiss breaks, he is gone and away, anchored only by her presence.]
Yes I...[Right. Breathing.]
Kitchen has the best lighting.