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send a heart for a kiss. accepting ; @misfated
An idea is a living creature. Once the seeds are planted in a heart, it oftens gains a life of its own, becomes a breathing, taunting thing until what once has been a quiet, shy whisper, becomes haunting and cruel. The first time he thinks of kissing her, she has laughed just a little too loud. She is embarrassed and shy, and he sweeps away the thought immediately. The tiled ground under him is cold, but he ignores it. On his lap sits part of a manuscript, the other part in Euntak’s hand. Hongwi - in his most vulnerable moments - is baring his heart out to her, revealing to her the most precious of his belongings, the one thing that is his and his alone, his writing.
“Maybe I should publish it under a pseudonym.”
She drones on again about something he can’t quite wrap his mind around. She is a sweet thing, with her rosy cheeks and inviting mouth, and although he tries hard not to be impolite or improper, he finds his eyes on her lips again. There are blue finger-shaped shadows of leaves dancing on her features from the pale moonlight eluminating the nightsky. The sky has rarely been so clear in the past weeks, and the night rarely so warm that they can spend it on the vast balcony.
“I don’t think that’s true”, he says and finds it hilarious to disagree with her. The motion-activated light seeping in from the inside suddenly shuts off. There is a lump of a tiny but meaningful silence when he finishes his sentence. They look at each other for a moment.
“No. You are. The way they feel. It’s well written. That character -- I saw myself in her..”, Euntak breaks the silence.
He looks at her surprised, and finds her already waiting, her tempting mouth a question. The silence continues, but without knowing it, Hongwi has leaned forward, has taken her face in his hands and has kissed her.