( she asks quietly against his lips, her heart still soaring with love and loss, the soul-echo of her past sorceress self reaching for him, connecting with every kiss. she responds with equal passion, pressing up against him and trying very hard not to bump into the stick shift. absently, she's aware that the light's turned green, and there a chorus of horns are starting up. slow at first, but then more insistent.
kiyomi has a choice to make, to pull away from this kiss, so heated, so passionate that it reaches all the way to her toes, seared into her heart, or she can —
— she clumsily presses the switch for the passenger window, and blindly indicates for them to go around them, goddammit. without missing a beat, she licks into her mouth with a soft, yearning little noise. she doesn't yet understand the very depths of his emotions and thoughts, but she's on the way there. she wants to know more, but at this time, sylus' kiss is incredibly distracting, and only just barely edges out... well, everything else that they can be doing.
she feels silly for shedding tears, but that's swept aside in favour of all the ways she wants to make it up to him, to shred the tragedy of their shared past into pieces and replace it with this life, them, and sylus' chance at happiness. now, the people don't look at him with disgust, they don't celebrate his death — her free hand comes around to smooth over his shoulder, where a part of her is aware a wing was, and she nuzzles into him.
the moment, however, is wrecked by a swearing motorist who's rudely swerving around their vehicle, and with a burst of sharp irritation, kiyomi grunts and slams the hazard light signal before flipping the red-faced man the bird, pursuing sylus for another hungry kiss.
sorry, they have more pressing things to do than to obey traffic laws. )
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( she asks quietly against his lips, her heart still soaring with love and loss, the soul-echo of her past sorceress self reaching for him, connecting with every kiss. she responds with equal passion, pressing up against him and trying very hard not to bump into the stick shift. absently, she's aware that the light's turned green, and there a chorus of horns are starting up. slow at first, but then more insistent.
kiyomi has a choice to make, to pull away from this kiss, so heated, so passionate that it reaches all the way to her toes, seared into her heart, or she can —
— she clumsily presses the switch for the passenger window, and blindly indicates for them to go around them, goddammit. without missing a beat, she licks into her mouth with a soft, yearning little noise. she doesn't yet understand the very depths of his emotions and thoughts, but she's on the way there. she wants to know more, but at this time, sylus' kiss is incredibly distracting, and only just barely edges out... well, everything else that they can be doing.
she feels silly for shedding tears, but that's swept aside in favour of all the ways she wants to make it up to him, to shred the tragedy of their shared past into pieces and replace it with this life, them, and sylus' chance at happiness. now, the people don't look at him with disgust, they don't celebrate his death — her free hand comes around to smooth over his shoulder, where a part of her is aware a wing was, and she nuzzles into him.
the moment, however, is wrecked by a swearing motorist who's rudely swerving around their vehicle, and with a burst of sharp irritation, kiyomi grunts and slams the hazard light signal before flipping the red-faced man the bird, pursuing sylus for another hungry kiss.
sorry, they have more pressing things to do than to obey traffic laws. )