‘ don’t we touch each other just to prove we are still here? ‘
there’s pause to his kisses he presses against his skin as the question is curtly tumbled into the air and scatters around them, blue eyes flickering up to meet catlike green behind curtains of silver. his lips fall into a line with his expression thoughtful for only a moment, melting and spinning into colors of playfulness.
❛is that so? i didn’t take you as the philosopher type, sephiroth.❜ his fingers press against the cut of his jaw, leaving behind a touch that burns as he lowers his hand as if it was never done. ❛you certainly are full of surprises tonight, hm? though, i suppose you aren’t wrong.❜ his hand draws down his chest in a small sweep, curling his fingers just above sephiroth’s knee as his voice drops - breath ghosting over his skin.
❛ but isn’t pleasure - or at least chasing it - the beauty of life? if we do not feel, then what are we? not just emotional, but physical as well. i touch you for more than just that reason, but... you may be onto something; in a way, i suppose you can say that i’m leaving behind something that you cannot forget. interesting, no?❜
night sky with exit wounds / @homogenetic