[Does it feel weird? It does, a little bit, if only because it's nothing like what she saw on screen in either of the movies they watched together. Mio's very short library of knowledge doesn't contain the reference material to know the extent of every single kiss and how it can go. It's chaste, brief, and unbearably soft, her lips like wings fluttering back against Noah's mouth.
It's a little bit strange, but it also feels so natural with him. It feels like something that might have happened a thousand times before and something she could do a thousand times more. With time so short and moving so quickly, Mio understands, if only temporarily, what it's like to want a moment to hold without end. Her hands feel like they cannot hold something that threatens to slip away between them.
When they part, her tongue touches her lower lip, fangs just slightly visible.]
[Nothing he's seen in movies could possibly compare to the real thing. Noah had imagined what it might be like to kiss Mio, because of course he had, but even his wildest machinations come nowhere close to reality.
Her lips are so soft and warm, a sharp contrast to those cute little fangs. He's not thinking about what it might feel like to be bitten by them, absolutely totally not, but he also is. Just a bit! Because Noah is convinced there isn't an inch of Mio he wouldn't like to feel under his hands and against his body.
'Course I did. Don't say that like I wasn't supposed to. I'll try and get a little better at it, for the next time.
[That much doesn't take any experience at all to know. It was meant to be - and was - nice. He hasn't released her this entire time; Mio becomes acutely aware of Noah's hands still grasping tightly to her arms. She tests it, moving slightly in his grip to see if he'll still hold fast, her forehead returning to his chest.]
Should we...? [It's a small, ebbing wave of guilt. She thinks she could have easily died without ever letting Noah get entangled in these feelings between them. Perhaps she should have let herself. But Mio knows now that she couldn't have done it. Sooner or later, her straining heart would rupture. With everything that's happened, it feels strange to find this joy, but maybe it's all they can hope for. Maybe that's the point of being alive.]
Ah... Her words are like a mild electric current over his brain, but it isn't a bad feeling. They're all Noah is thinking, repeating them over and over to himself in his mind, when Mio tests his hold and tries moving. Unconsciously, that just makes him hold on tighter.]
Should we...?
[He repeats, until the light bulb in his head finally flickers on. He gets it, his expression hardening a little. He understands exactly what she's getting at, but his mind is made up.]
We should. I want to make as many memories with you as I can. That way I can carry on your legacy without regrets.
[It stings, even though it's in a way that makes her heart swell. They might have had even less time if they hadn't been brought to this place. He still has so much that he can do. For his sake, she needs to do what she can to find a means of escape, even if it means the very last of her days fade into darkness here.
Was she really fortunate enough not to be hurt by love? The person who told her that must not have believed it. But let her see how long she can go without saying that word in the hopes its violence doesn't catch Noah in its reach.]
Thank you. Knowing that you will, it makes me glad.
[Will he meet her for another kiss if she's the one who leans into him this time, slower, like it could suspend a moment in a droplet of water?]
[The unfairness of it all stings. No one else here has the same limitations on their lives that they do. The realities of their existence become harder and harder to stomach the more knowledge Noah acquires, cast out of their garden and into the bedlam of a new world bursting with opportunity... but they can seize none of that opportunity for themselves.
Irritating doesn't do the feeling justice. Noah loathes it, truly, but shelves his growing frustrations for now. He's soothed by Mio like nothing else, loosening his hold on her arms to slip them back around her waist, leaning in to complete their kiss.
This time, he doesn't move away. He wants to linger in this feeling. Memorize it. Knowing full well how little time they have left for such memories, committing them all to mind is all he can do.]
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It's a little bit strange, but it also feels so natural with him. It feels like something that might have happened a thousand times before and something she could do a thousand times more. With time so short and moving so quickly, Mio understands, if only temporarily, what it's like to want a moment to hold without end. Her hands feel like they cannot hold something that threatens to slip away between them.
When they part, her tongue touches her lower lip, fangs just slightly visible.]
It didn't.
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Her lips are so soft and warm, a sharp contrast to those cute little fangs. He's not thinking about what it might feel like to be bitten by them, absolutely totally not, but he also is. Just a bit! Because Noah is convinced there isn't an inch of Mio he wouldn't like to feel under his hands and against his body.
Noah smiles, relieved, and exhales a thin laugh.]
Then you liked it?
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[That much doesn't take any experience at all to know. It was meant to be - and was - nice. He hasn't released her this entire time; Mio becomes acutely aware of Noah's hands still grasping tightly to her arms. She tests it, moving slightly in his grip to see if he'll still hold fast, her forehead returning to his chest.]
Should we...? [It's a small, ebbing wave of guilt. She thinks she could have easily died without ever letting Noah get entangled in these feelings between them. Perhaps she should have let herself. But Mio knows now that she couldn't have done it. Sooner or later, her straining heart would rupture. With everything that's happened, it feels strange to find this joy, but maybe it's all they can hope for. Maybe that's the point of being alive.]
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Ah... Her words are like a mild electric current over his brain, but it isn't a bad feeling. They're all Noah is thinking, repeating them over and over to himself in his mind, when Mio tests his hold and tries moving. Unconsciously, that just makes him hold on tighter.]
Should we...?
[He repeats, until the light bulb in his head finally flickers on. He gets it, his expression hardening a little. He understands exactly what she's getting at, but his mind is made up.]
We should. I want to make as many memories with you as I can. That way I can carry on your legacy without regrets.
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Was she really fortunate enough not to be hurt by love? The person who told her that must not have believed it. But let her see how long she can go without saying that word in the hopes its violence doesn't catch Noah in its reach.]
Thank you. Knowing that you will, it makes me glad.
[Will he meet her for another kiss if she's the one who leans into him this time, slower, like it could suspend a moment in a droplet of water?]
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Irritating doesn't do the feeling justice. Noah loathes it, truly, but shelves his growing frustrations for now. He's soothed by Mio like nothing else, loosening his hold on her arms to slip them back around her waist, leaning in to complete their kiss.
This time, he doesn't move away. He wants to linger in this feeling. Memorize it. Knowing full well how little time they have left for such memories, committing them all to mind is all he can do.]