[she can linger here now; they can linger here. that's what she wants, more than anything (and she can think of that as a want), because maybe, just maybe, what they have in here, tucked far away from what lurks outside these walls, can be protected if they stay, if they hold onto it tightly enough. there's a chance.
kenos has chances — and maybe, just maybe, they can feel like possibility.
or, at the very least, chances can feel like his lips against hers, gentle and warm. they can feel, too, like the second kiss she leans in and claims, like just... being.
her smile is bright.]
Get the scissors, and we'll see.
[nothing will come in here to threaten those chances.
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so by way of answer, he lifts a hand to cup her cheek. he leans back down to kiss her on the lips, soft and chaste. and then he says against them, ]
Let's find out how brave I am.
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kenos has chances — and maybe, just maybe, they can feel like possibility.
or, at the very least, chances can feel like his lips against hers, gentle and warm. they can feel, too, like the second kiss she leans in and claims, like just... being.
her smile is bright.]
Get the scissors, and we'll see.
[nothing will come in here to threaten those chances.
she'll make sure of that.]