[As wordless as it is, the gravity of the gesture hits him with just as much strength as the gravity that's pulling him towards her. The intake of his breath through gritted teeth pulls in more of her scent, the familiarity of her power tugging at his heartstrings as well as the ones hooked to his hand, which pull her own to his mouth.
The mere brush of his lips against the back of her hand, the flare of alcohol reaching the back of his throat with ease, it's a punch to his gut that no actual drink would manage to connect. His eyelids flutter slowly down, only to look at her straight on when they raise again.]
Is this you? [He's been denying himself a lot of things he's wanted all this time, he can do with one more, even if her moving away would feel like a loss.]
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The mere brush of his lips against the back of her hand, the flare of alcohol reaching the back of his throat with ease, it's a punch to his gut that no actual drink would manage to connect. His eyelids flutter slowly down, only to look at her straight on when they raise again.]
Is this you? [He's been denying himself a lot of things he's wanted all this time, he can do with one more, even if her moving away would feel like a loss.]