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His grip is strong. So strong, she first thinks he’s going to crush her, smother her with affection as her chest tightens. But she, too, is strong, and so she shuffles and shifts until she’s turned around and faced him. His head is down, eyes closed. His forehead rests on the edge of her collarbone.
“What’s the matter?” she asks, knowing he wouldn’t display such tenderness without reason.
He is quiet for a long time. Thoughtful, but he knows she won’t leave him be until she gets her answer. “I don’t know,” he confesses.
She pulls her arms free, tingling now with numbness from his hold. She doesn’t mind. His skin is warm as she cups his cheeks in her palms, lifting his head to meet her gaze.
When they first met, his eyes reminded her of fire; blazing and bright with an intensity that she thought could have consumed her. But now they glowed like embers. Warm, gentle, fleeting. The antithesis of the cold white void of a gaze she was born with.
“You can tell me,” she coaxes. She feels the warmth from his skin start to seep into her prickling fingertips.
And for a moment the guise of stoicism lifts. His jaw clenches, his gaze averts, and he swallows as if his throat is dry. He looks trapped.
“I’m hurting.” is how he decides to word it. However, when she flashes an alarmed look, he adds, “Not...physically.”
She calms, but that pensive expression remains. She flexes her tingly fingers a little while she asks him, “Where does it hurt?”
“Here,” he frees one arm from behind her back to clutch at his chest. His head is still turned in her direction, but his eyes are fixed on a loose floorboard below them. She notices that his cheeks feel even hotter to the touch than they did before. “It feels like I can’t breathe sometimes.”
Her breath catches in her throat. She smiles—a twinge of sympathy, a hint of melancholy. “I know that feeling.”
“You do?” His eyes snap up to hers, a little wide. His grip tightens. She’s surprised to find his guise has disappeared almost completely. This causes her smile to widen, though it falters when he pleads, “How do you stop it?”
Despite the painful thump she feels as her heart wrenches in her chest, she chuckles. “You can’t stop it, silly.” She pulls him closer. Breathes in the scent of evergreen in his hair, tastes the essence of sweat on his brow as she rests her lips on his forehead. Her fingertips—now awakened—feel his skin set ablaze. Her smile grows, satisfied to see the brown of his cheeks tint ever-so-slightly pink. He pulls her closer.
“Haven’t you ever heard the expression, ‘love hurts’?” She hums, the sound buzzing off her lips and into his skull.
He sucks in a breath, slow and steady, then rests his hot cheek on her cold clavicle and curls himself in. “I didn’t know it was meant to be taken literally,” he mutters after a long while.
The smile on her face returns in full. She wraps him up in her arms, happy to run her fingers through his scruffy hair. “It seems you still have much to learn, candycorn.”
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It's really refreshing to write these two. I guess I was feeling sappy, haha.
Don't mind Zach, he's got the emotional intelligence of a brick :'D :'D

Description

His grip is strong. So strong, she first thinks he’s going to crush her, smother her with affection as her chest tightens. But she, too, is strong, and so she shuffles and shifts until she’s turned around and faced him. His head is down, eyes closed. His forehead rests on the edge of her collarbone.
“What’s the matter?” she asks, knowing he wouldn’t display such tenderness without reason.
He is quiet for a long time. Thoughtful, but he knows she won’t leave him be until she gets her answer. “I don’t know,” he confesses.
She pulls her arms free, tingling now with numbness from his hold. She doesn’t mind. His skin is warm as she cups his cheeks in her palms, lifting his head to meet her gaze.
When they first met, his eyes reminded her of fire; blazing and bright with an intensity that she thought could have consumed her. But now they glowed like embers. Warm, gentle, fleeting. The antithesis of the cold white void of a gaze she was born with.
“You can tell me,” she coaxes. She feels the warmth from his skin start to seep into her prickling fingertips.
And for a moment the guise of stoicism lifts. His jaw clenches, his gaze averts, and he swallows as if his throat is dry. He looks trapped.
“I’m hurting.” is how he decides to word it. However, when she flashes an alarmed look, he adds, “Not...physically.”
She calms, but that pensive expression remains. She flexes her tingly fingers a little while she asks him, “Where does it hurt?”
“Here,” he frees one arm from behind her back to clutch at his chest. His head is still turned in her direction, but his eyes are fixed on a loose floorboard below them. She notices that his cheeks feel even hotter to the touch than they did before. “It feels like I can’t breathe sometimes.”
Her breath catches in her throat. She smiles—a twinge of sympathy, a hint of melancholy. “I know that feeling.”
“You do?” His eyes snap up to hers, a little wide. His grip tightens. She’s surprised to find his guise has disappeared almost completely. This causes her smile to widen, though it falters when he pleads, “How do you stop it?”
Despite the painful thump she feels as her heart wrenches in her chest, she chuckles. “You can’t stop it, silly.” She pulls him closer. Breathes in the scent of evergreen in his hair, tastes the essence of sweat on his brow as she rests her lips on his forehead. Her fingertips—now awakened—feel his skin set ablaze. Her smile grows, satisfied to see the brown of his cheeks tint ever-so-slightly pink. He pulls her closer.
“Haven’t you ever heard the expression, ‘love hurts’?” She hums, the sound buzzing off her lips and into his skull.
He sucks in a breath, slow and steady, then rests his hot cheek on her cold clavicle and curls himself in. “I didn’t know it was meant to be taken literally,” he mutters after a long while.
The smile on her face returns in full. She wraps him up in her arms, happy to run her fingers through his scruffy hair. “It seems you still have much to learn, candycorn.”
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It's really refreshing to write these two. I guess I was feeling sappy, haha.
Don't mind Zach, he's got the emotional intelligence of a brick :'D :'D