They had always been so nuclear, so quick and powerful in the way they react, that it was easy to dread the eventual loss of passion. His previous words held true — he was more afraid of her finding him redundant than the situation being the other way around. And he was glad that words proved to be useless here. The time they spent together as they were alive, no matter how short, was testament to the fact that what they said had every capability to destroy what they had. Thus he kissed her with tenderness, eagerness. Slowly — there was no need to rush now. There was no fear of destroying each other again (no matter how their reflected sadness seemed to often be the cause of such a thing); not permanently, at least. Anyone could assume that days of affection and love would allow him to be conditioned to it all, but it still felt as if his lips were seared with the mark of her own soft tiers. And, although there was no need for air, he pulled away and began to press kisses upon her cheeks, at her brow, at the tip of her cute nose, each one accentuated with words that he hoped would not continue to cause pain for them still. “I — love — you.”
Thankfully, the litai had no need to wish that she could remain in this moment forever. Sometimes the restriction of being bound to one place with only one other person seemed like punishment, yet for most of the time she believed herself to be blessed. Someone had to be watching over them-- to have given them such an opportunity despite their destructive and sinful lives. None of it made sense but Hyeri was smart enough to not question it allowed, in fear she might not like the answer she may receive. "I love you too." The daughter of Apollo murmured, every spot where Jin had kissed remaining to tingle as she opened her eyes, having previously squeezed them shut as the raven had playfully attacked her with his lips. "Always have, always will."
