( there's a sickening sense of relief that settles into his gut as he touches em. as sylvain's fingers intertwine with his own. a sense of i'm home, finally that he both craves and meets with distaste; he hates that out of everyone in the world, he's only able to get that taste with this specific person. that he wastes so much time searching for this sensation. that he could be out there, figuring out how to end this for good and yet--from the moment he recalls who he is, the first thing on his mind is always emmet. this fucking bastard.
emmet leans in closer, head tipping at just the perfect angle for a kiss: their first kiss of this lifetime, in these bodies, but their millionth kiss they've shared over the eternities they've lived together. he knows how to move himself, how to press in close enough for sylvain to close the gap, to remind emmet who he belongs with. but he doesn't, he waits, and sylvain uses that to his advantage.
smiles soft as he leans up just a little higher, so their lips brush when he speaks, )
I've registered for your class at fifteen hundred hours.
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emmet leans in closer, head tipping at just the perfect angle for a kiss: their first kiss of this lifetime, in these bodies, but their millionth kiss they've shared over the eternities they've lived together. he knows how to move himself, how to press in close enough for sylvain to close the gap, to remind emmet who he belongs with. but he doesn't, he waits, and sylvain uses that to his advantage.
smiles soft as he leans up just a little higher, so their lips brush when he speaks, )
I've registered for your class at fifteen hundred hours.