ㅤ
a slow blink、followed by a groan.
this lack of sleep will not catch up to him.
though hand placed atop his soothed the balled fist.
despite silence、his attention shifted upon vex’ahlia’s visage. an attempt at smiling visible、even if it was bare.
“thank you.”
ㅤ
ㅤ
"It's not gone yet, I promise
you we will beat them, and
Whitestone will continue to
thrive."
She smiled at him, gently
squeezing his hand.
"There's nothing we can't do
together."
ㅤ
ㅤ
a nod. slow、careful.
however upon vex’ahlia’s words succeeding ever kindness..
“it’s not the point! they were dead. it was supposed to remain that way. everything i’ve done、everything i’ve worked towards in the repairs. it’s gone; just like that.”
ㅤ
ㅤ
“those i thought were dead; SUPPOSED to be dead have now returned. wreaking havoc upon the peace i’d begun to set for whitestone.”
he’s honest、yet gaze never left the coffee.
“i need to return there.”
ㅤ
ㅤ
“it isn’t something i can easily promise in this moment.”
he’s allowing the kiss. whilst yes、it successfully calmed him for a little while. his gaze was cast into the coffee’s surface. upon his reflection.
ㅤ
ㅤ
this kiss was… refreshing and — ..
oh、it was over.
percy、compose yourself.
“you quite enjoy enraging your brother、don’t you? though i feel as though he’ll direct that towards me instead.”
ㅤ
ㅤ
oh— ohhh.
he’s easing into that kiss but、couldn’t help but feel as though that gaze of raging daggers was piercing into his flesh with every growing second.
he’s definitely going to need to apologise later、despite him not initiating this.
ㅤ
ㅤ
"Oh has he now? Well then—"
She took his chin in hand,
guiding him down to press
her lips to his own before
releasing him, patting his
cheek softly.
ㅤ
ㅤ
faint pink hue dusted upon his cheeks succeeding the kiss.
“that.. would be more appropriate. after all、your brother has been sat staring daggers into my soul for the last ten or so minutes.”
ㅤ