I want the K. Like. A lot.
20. The Love Kiss (the struggle is very real)
There’s nothing fair about this. Le Vaar’s eyes are about as warm and fond as a stray alley cat, something feral and distant and alien to affection. More likely to bite and claw and probably give you rabies the closer you come. The lines of his skull, from the right angle, look almost transparent through his face as if he is more of a ghost than Renji is, something without life or passion.
That man is creepy.
These feelings are empty. Exploratory. They come from an inquisitive interest.
Because anything deeper than that, Renji can’t fathom to explain.
Maybe it’s hatred. The two are of them almost like natural opposites, it would make sense for there to be some powerfully charged feelings of antagonism. It would make sense. Or maybe it’s just what happens when one power senses something in another. They find each other and chaos ensues.
Just who the hell are you, Le Vaar?
Whatever it stems from, Renji can’t deny the end point at this rate- attraction. Maybe even infatuation, depending on how much Renji hates himself on that particular day.
It’s animal attraction that makes Renji close the distance between his lips and the quincy’s, a feral lust that drives him to kiss deeply, ferociously, hungrily. Askin’s mouth is soft, and this time there is plenty of heat for Renji to pour into the kiss. He hopes it burns like hot magma going down Le Vaar’s throat, smoldering and rising up in smoke from the very core of him.
Renji didn’t want this, and he’s not sure if he does even now. His feelings are confusing, and he’s lost in them. He wishes he knew how to explain it to himself, but the no words can’t help, nothing can help him. But goddamn, does he hate to give up.
If this is a game to the quincy, then is a game Renji intends to win.
Askin Nakk Le Vaar will fight, maybe not with weapons, but a war all the same to Renji. And he will lose.