Listen, sometimes a ship is less about wanting them to kiss or have sex or whatever, and more about needing them to be so endlessly intertwined and connected to the point where they might as well be one creature.
Yes! This is the thing I have a hard time explaining to others because while yes, writing/reading two characters railing each other can be cool, more so is having them have an intriguing, complex interpersonal relationship where they are both so intertwined and so separate. That is what I love reading. I want the ship, not sex.
Show me the little ways they become one-- The way one reflects the other in little phrases when they are apart. Show me the highs of being in helpless free-fall in the depths of their overwhelming feelings for the other and then don't even think about skimping on the lows.
Those lows where they have to figure out what the world really looks like because love convinced them that world is better than it is and oh actually, now that they have each other, that's not really the world they live in at all, is it?
Show me how they navigate their now shared universe together and how in an act of devotion, as time wears little things they thought were bigger parts of them at the seams until they fall away, how they still find love waiting there in their other person; The one who had always seen them as more than a sum of their most current parts.
...and other shit that allows me to procrastinate doing my damn laundry.
