[ it's hard to explain, how he doesn't know if he would have wanted to be loved simply for who or what he is. how closely being seen or heard ties in with his sense of self, instead. but hearing it so plainly is still a precious thing, right? instead of words that don't seem to fully convey what he's thinking, he takes hold of her hand and brings it up, placing a mirrored kiss atop it.
[He's so sweet. No, sweet doesn't do him justice. She doesn't know what or how she would describe him. How she feels at peace around him. How she feels safe. And how he turns her into a hot mess like just two seconds ago, flustered because someone is just very charming. Ryuu is Ryuu, that is how best to describe him.
He does it again when he kisses her hand, a token for a token. Where she almost tenses up, her chest beating wildly, but then she calms. It's just how she feels around him. A mixture of both.
She can't help but smile, even if she was so red just before, and presses her forehead to his, holding his hands tightly in hers. Her mouth opens, but she doesn't even know what to say.]
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a token for a token. ]
Yeah. I will too.
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He does it again when he kisses her hand, a token for a token. Where she almost tenses up, her chest beating wildly, but then she calms. It's just how she feels around him. A mixture of both.
She can't help but smile, even if she was so red just before, and presses her forehead to his, holding his hands tightly in hers. Her mouth opens, but she doesn't even know what to say.]