He'd hunted Demyx down. He'd specifically followed that scene of the shoreline, and when it was strongest, he'd struck. Arms had trapped a wave, barricading it in. Gloved fingers had moved into sandy hair, and tightened their hold. Did he care he was out in the hallway? No. Lips, trembling, so close to a meltdown, pressed to the other's, and he couldn't stop the trembling, even with his Nocturne so close. The words were barely whispered against the other, eyes pained, "Help me forget the pain."
Surprise my muse with a kiss.
He hadn’t realized it. Hadn’t known, until the beast enteredhis vision. Until that all to familiar face was heading straighttowards him, and arms were ensnaring his form. The wavebeing caught by the tide, the force that was the other. Andlips, swept up in the other’s embrace. A gasp all to tumblefree.
The smile having fallen, the greeting, and the surprise whichcoincided; it was a kiss which was returned… till the tremblewas noticed. Felt shaking upon his own. And hands, armswhich had wound so naturally, so instinctively, around theredhead, pulled back to clutch at the shoulders they’d lainover. To push, only enough to look, to gaze up at the manwho’s hold he was beginning to realize was a longing of adifferent sort. Of desperation.
There was pain in those vibrant eyes. Spurning the desire toquestion what brought forth such ache, such distress whichhad urged the other to seek the nocturne out. Reason,however, told him that naught would come from those wordsat this time. In this state. And with that in mind, a nod wasgiven. The eyes which he knew the other found to be asource of calm, full of concern as they currently were, lockingonto the pair of emerald’s before him.