Alys kisses are like smoke against fingers, barely there to feel and with remnants of warmth, a reminder of the fire that once was. Fitting, as she only ever kisses bone chilled lips, a reminder of the home those lips would belong to. Emmaline has two types of kisses. One, soft and loving, finding soft purchase against foreheads and jawlines and the corner of mouths. These kisses she gives freely, platonic and still filled so full with love it hurts. Her second type of kiss is wild, like her Fae nature, rough like bark and harsh as the points of her teeth. These kisses are dealed as punishment, and they burn in the light of her supernova soul. Julianne no longer kisses anyone, but when she did, they were flowery, more out of duty than passion, tasting of bouquets and powdered noises, the aristocracy. She does not kiss like that anymore, too strong for a partner, teeth too sharp. Delphinius kisses like he'll die if he doesn't get enough of his partner, single focused in a way that reminds onlookers of blood soaked battlefields. He is not gentle, gripping tightly to anchor himself against the ever moving current of life. CJ kisses like they're in a storm, powerful and destructive. They rain kisses over their partner's face like hail against pavement, and their eyes draw you in so you can't look away.