at least that's what it feels like for mathias the moment warm lips catch his own — and if the intention was to insist that he breathe, that's been turned entirely on its head. he thinks that his heart may have stopped, a thousand thoughts rushing into his mind all at once, some images flying by too quickly for him to even consider snatching and holding onto.
he has never been kissed before, that much he's able to tell right away from the unfamiliarity of it, the mere thrill of something new; the specifics are more than hazy but he's always known himself to be a dutiful person, prioritizing his studies, bettering himself if only to help in bettering the lives of people around him. romance has always seemed a little frivolous, maybe even selfish. but this ...? feels anything but, a selfless act of trust by this bright haired boy before him, the boy who he has grown indelibly fond of, for whom his loyalties seem to grow stronger by the day.
his lips practically tingle with the reminder of that kiss when they part, when mathias is forced to remember how to breathe again, a shuddering thing as his nose bumps against milo's, eyes still fluttered shut, arms slowly relaxing until they can drop to his sides, even if his fingertips dare to itch with a desire to touch him ... and he shouldn't, the logical part of him says, the part of mathias who knows the type of danger that the two of them are still in, the part that wants to solve the mystery of his own identity, the part that's very quickly realized the capabilities of these newly-revealed powers of his.
maybe it's the rest of his adrenaline that makes him do it, or just some deeply buried desire to do what he shouldn't just this once, though he hardly knows the reasons that he's so hard on himself, so rigid and strict and proper at all times. there's a small tip of his chin and mat catches milo's lips in another kiss, more exploratory than anything as fingers almost hesitantly reach to rest on milo's hips. this is terrifying in all of the very worst ways, the very best ways, something so new and so dangerous, and it's enough to bring forth a practical gust of swirling wind from seemingly nowhere, snowflakes dancing through the otherwise static air inside of this simple apartment, enough to ruffle through strands of hair, turquoise and silvery grey both. )
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Date: 2019-02-22 12:58 am (UTC)at least that's what it feels like for mathias the moment warm lips catch his own — and if the intention was to insist that he breathe, that's been turned entirely on its head. he thinks that his heart may have stopped, a thousand thoughts rushing into his mind all at once, some images flying by too quickly for him to even consider snatching and holding onto.
he has never been kissed before, that much he's able to tell right away from the unfamiliarity of it, the mere thrill of something new; the specifics are more than hazy but he's always known himself to be a dutiful person, prioritizing his studies, bettering himself if only to help in bettering the lives of people around him. romance has always seemed a little frivolous, maybe even selfish. but this ...? feels anything but, a selfless act of trust by this bright haired boy before him, the boy who he has grown indelibly fond of, for whom his loyalties seem to grow stronger by the day.
his lips practically tingle with the reminder of that kiss when they part, when mathias is forced to remember how to breathe again, a shuddering thing as his nose bumps against milo's, eyes still fluttered shut, arms slowly relaxing until they can drop to his sides, even if his fingertips dare to itch with a desire to touch him ... and he shouldn't, the logical part of him says, the part of mathias who knows the type of danger that the two of them are still in, the part that wants to solve the mystery of his own identity, the part that's very quickly realized the capabilities of these newly-revealed powers of his.
maybe it's the rest of his adrenaline that makes him do it, or just some deeply buried desire to do what he shouldn't just this once, though he hardly knows the reasons that he's so hard on himself, so rigid and strict and proper at all times. there's a small tip of his chin and mat catches milo's lips in another kiss, more exploratory than anything as fingers almost hesitantly reach to rest on milo's hips. this is terrifying in all of the very worst ways, the very best ways, something so new and so dangerous, and it's enough to bring forth a practical gust of swirling wind from seemingly nowhere, snowflakes dancing through the otherwise static air inside of this simple apartment, enough to ruffle through strands of hair, turquoise and silvery grey both. )