[The last of Idia's words are a hum against Fearless' lips before it dies out completely. He's-- kissing him. He's being kissed. Did... did he skip a scene? Is he holding his breath? Idia feels like he must be, like all of these questions are piling up with nowhere to go, not when someone's mouth is slotted against his. No, not just someone. That thought brings about new questions. All he can do is sit there, body completely frozen, uncertain of itself.
Just when it might feel to Fearless like this is a futile venture, like Idia might just sit there like a stiff-- that's when he slowly, slowly presses forward. Lets his eyes finally slip shut.]
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Just when it might feel to Fearless like this is a futile venture, like Idia might just sit there like a stiff-- that's when he slowly, slowly presses forward. Lets his eyes finally slip shut.]