∘₊✧𝕊𝕖𝕝𝕗-ℝ𝕖𝕗𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟✧₊∘
Truthless Recluse watched in silence, his gaze dark yet unguarded. He didn't pull his hand away, allowing the other to kiss it as he pleased.
He felt… strange. Exposed. And he wasn't quite sure how to deal with the flutter in his chest.
That stirring-part irritation, part something else, something 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦-tightened in his chest. He leaned in, a familiar smirk tugging at his lips.
"Is there a point to your little game, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳?"
Pure Vanilla's smile deepened. "Maybe," he murmured, wrapping his arms around Truthless Recluse's neck and pulling him into another kiss.
This time, it wasn't slow. It wasn't gentle.
It was pure hunger.
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Even though they are variants-two halves of the same soul, split by different paths-they are still different enough to see each other as someone else.
And perhaps, that's what makes their connection so intimate.
In a quiet moment between light and shadow, Pure Vanilla and Truthless Recluse find comfort in the only person who could ever truly understand them: themselves.
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