[ He hadn't really planned on letting his less pure thoughts bleed to the surface the way they were starting to. Yet at the same time...he can't really look at it as a problem, either. Not when Cloud just wanted to see her again, no matter the circumstance. He was so close to making that wish upon a star come true, that he could practically hear her voice now through her texts. He could feel her hand sliding into his, wedging more calloused fingers apart for that affectionate reminder that she was safe. But then...
He hears her voice in his ear, hush hush when asking where those lips of his were going on, if not staying on hers. And he feels himself at a standstill. A frozen point in time where things can go either way. He can either steer the ship back on path and shower her with emojis, lulling her into a good night's rest before tackling the final school day.
Or, ]
Yeah.
[ He can listen to that little spark that was on the brink of burning those embers up nice and hot. It's his turn to swallow thickly now, laying up on his forearms and watching his magi comm with anticipation whenever he sees her typing, hardly registering when he breathes as if waiting for Ayaka's signal. He can feel his head starting to throb. He knows what he wants to see, but there's still a little piece of him despite what he teased in his last text...that was holding back. He's nervous. Nervous and excited all over again.
He just needs his little white heron princess to remind him of what exactly he's missing. ]
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He hears her voice in his ear, hush hush when asking where those lips of his were going on, if not staying on hers. And he feels himself at a standstill. A frozen point in time where things can go either way. He can either steer the ship back on path and shower her with emojis, lulling her into a good night's rest before tackling the final school day.
Or, ]
Yeah.
[ He can listen to that little spark that was on the brink of burning those embers up nice and hot. It's his turn to swallow thickly now, laying up on his forearms and watching his magi comm with anticipation whenever he sees her typing, hardly registering when he breathes as if waiting for Ayaka's signal. He can feel his head starting to throb. He knows what he wants to see, but there's still a little piece of him despite what he teased in his last text...that was holding back. He's nervous. Nervous and excited all over again.
He just needs his little white heron princess to remind him of what exactly he's missing. ]