i'm not writing another essay again, but the answer is not no, and the only reason the answer is not a simple yes is because he feels like he's been thrown back thousands of years, staring up at the cotton candy skies of elysia instead of the humid glass panes of the greenhouse. he's never thought of anyone this way before and while he knows he's capable of it (because he has a heart and that's something not even he could forget), perhaps the simplest explanation is that the fact that he feels anything at all has arrested all of his thoughts from going any further.
but he's getting called out so he has to respond, that smile notwithstanding (that smile is in fact very distracting, just like all the notes he saw before, maybe for the first time).
it's hard to say what's natural to him, he who came to be in a humanoid form with the ability to transform as easily as he could breathe. he who clung to norna's hands and chased after her for hugs, he who would curl up next to her as a snake so he could better fit alongside her and fill in all the space until they were one. ]
I—
[ didn't say that, but he also didn't not say it, and arghhhhhhh. he bites back a fine, because it's more than fine. in what way? arghhhhh x2.
...
he leans in and presses their lips together. the kiss is soft, another contrast in how he is. he gets a little lost in the sensation of how it feels, warm and—he won't hold the contact too long if he has his way and he will also be furiously looking away again after. though this time it is exceedingly obvious the reason that he's doing so is because he's flushed red. ]
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i'm not writing another essay again, but the answer is not no, and the only reason the answer is not a simple yes is because he feels like he's been thrown back thousands of years, staring up at the cotton candy skies of elysia instead of the humid glass panes of the greenhouse. he's never thought of anyone this way before and while he knows he's capable of it (because he has a heart and that's something not even he could forget), perhaps the simplest explanation is that the fact that he feels anything at all has arrested all of his thoughts from going any further.
but he's getting called out so he has to respond, that smile notwithstanding (that smile is in fact very distracting, just like all the notes he saw before, maybe for the first time).
it's hard to say what's natural to him, he who came to be in a humanoid form with the ability to transform as easily as he could breathe. he who clung to norna's hands and chased after her for hugs, he who would curl up next to her as a snake so he could better fit alongside her and fill in all the space until they were one. ]
I—
[ didn't say that, but he also didn't not say it, and arghhhhhhh. he bites back a fine, because it's more than fine. in what way? arghhhhh x2.
...
he leans in and presses their lips together. the kiss is soft, another contrast in how he is. he gets a little lost in the sensation of how it feels, warm and—he won't hold the contact too long if he has his way and he will also be furiously looking away again after. though this time it is exceedingly obvious the reason that he's doing so is because he's flushed red. ]