[ kiss + soft ] your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss. , [ hips ] your muse pulling mine in close by the hips., not canon!
It’s cannon if I say it is.
Fear had a funny way of acting, Ender realized. Like for instant he didn’t realize until he had seen Viorel hurt on the battlefield that not only was he scared for his friend’s life but there had been a small part of him that said:
God I really want to kiss him.
Of course this was all from relief once he realized that his friend was indeed alive and as soon as Viorel was released from the infirmary, Ender led him to his room. Door shut behind them, adrenaline that was still floating through his veins Ender was aware of how alone they were now. There was silence, Sorin lying on his dog bed happy that his owner had come home safe and Ender knew that if this wasn’t the time then it would never be the right one.
“So,” he said softly taking a step closer not yet reaching out to his friend. “You really fucking scared me out there,” his voice was a whisper as he confessed what he had been feeling deep down. The fear that he had felt in that one second he had thought Vio had been dead would forever be burned into his memories, something he couldn’t forget. With shaky hands he reached out to grab Viorel’s hips and decided to fuck it. If he got punched for this, then he got punched but he had to know. He had to know what those lips felt like against his own.
So he kissed him, bringing his lips to his in a soft and gentle kiss that he poured his worry and feelings into, hoping that the Romanian would be able to understand what he was trying to silently say in that moment.
