[ akin to back then, when she looks at him with an equal depth of emotions, he feels something stirring from deeply within him. while he's long come to terms with the concept of a "monster" being unable to truly become a human— when he looks into her eyes, he feels like such considerations were inconsequential. that maybe it was okay to live in the veil of illusion that he could also live like she had. being on the surface instead of the shadows of the n109 zone seems to amplify this sentiment, illustrating to him what this life could have looked like for skye the fruit vendor (jk, he could never) and kiyomi.
seeing her smile bathed in the light of day. yet, opposite to what he thought, she is now sitting here, shedding tears, and he can't help but give a small huff. he brushes his fingers across her eyelashes, as if to catch the tears before they fell, and he brushes his thumbs across the delicate curve of her eyelids and cheek. ]
In the end, dragons inevitably become enslaved by the desires of humans, turning into true monsters. [ but, he was happy. is happy.
having sought her out was worth it. even through the tumultuous path of getting to where they're currently at. of ultimatums, or even of her initial disgust that burned him more than the ire or cheers of the humans who sought to have destroyed him. still, even those sensations seem numbed now with enough time between them, and most importantly, of the sorceress, now hunter who remains within his touch. before he knows it, he feels her lips and he also wraps his arms around her. ]
You're the only one who makes me feel like this.
[ that it was okay to seek out these moments, instead of simply standing out the outside looking in as if he were no more than a bystander. that he wasn't just visiting the stalls every new years in hopes of seeing a glimmer of human desires that weren't encapsulated by just lust and greed— but, something far more hopeful.
they shouldn't be doing this at the light, but he can't stop himself either. one hand comes up to cup the nape of her neck as he kisses her more hungrily this second time around. as if to put in the emotions from the past year into them. ]
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seeing her smile bathed in the light of day. yet, opposite to what he thought, she is now sitting here, shedding tears, and he can't help but give a small huff. he brushes his fingers across her eyelashes, as if to catch the tears before they fell, and he brushes his thumbs across the delicate curve of her eyelids and cheek. ]
In the end, dragons inevitably become enslaved by the desires of humans, turning into true monsters. [ but, he was happy. is happy.
having sought her out was worth it. even through the tumultuous path of getting to where they're currently at. of ultimatums, or even of her initial disgust that burned him more than the ire or cheers of the humans who sought to have destroyed him. still, even those sensations seem numbed now with enough time between them, and most importantly, of the sorceress, now hunter who remains within his touch. before he knows it, he feels her lips and he also wraps his arms around her. ]
You're the only one who makes me feel like this.
[ that it was okay to seek out these moments, instead of simply standing out the outside looking in as if he were no more than a bystander. that he wasn't just visiting the stalls every new years in hopes of seeing a glimmer of human desires that weren't encapsulated by just lust and greed— but, something far more hopeful.
they shouldn't be doing this at the light, but he can't stop himself either. one hand comes up to cup the nape of her neck as he kisses her more hungrily this second time around. as if to put in the emotions from the past year into them. ]