[He allows the kiss, bending his head appreciatively, then turns in Adasse's arms. The abruptness of the motion sends bathwater sloshing, but Sorrel pays it no mind, only cups Adasse's face in both hands and kisses him properly. He meant it to be something fierce and brief and affirming, as undeniable as a wax stamp marking something as true. But, like so many things to do with Adasse, his plans go awry almost immediately, and Sorrel ends up tangled in teeth and tongues and needing to take a breath before he can continue.
Maybe two breaths. Maybe more. Maybe another kiss just to be sure the meaning of first one sticks. It's fine. It's normal to end up pushing your boyfriend against the edge of the tub like this. Right?]
You. Are better. That's not how people-- that's not how anything works. If just wanting people to be better made them better, then... [He falters, then shakes his head at the thought, and continues on.] ...Then we probably never would have met. You were every bit this amazing when we met, I promise you. And if no one ever told you so, then they were either stupid or lying. [Sorrel struggles for the words a moment] Ar lath ma, vir ar mala vhenan'nehn.
[Then he gives up and simply kisses Adasse again, letting go of the fervor if only because words have failed him, and only time will suffice to correctly express the sentiment.]
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[He allows the kiss, bending his head appreciatively, then turns in Adasse's arms. The abruptness of the motion sends bathwater sloshing, but Sorrel pays it no mind, only cups Adasse's face in both hands and kisses him properly. He meant it to be something fierce and brief and affirming, as undeniable as a wax stamp marking something as true. But, like so many things to do with Adasse, his plans go awry almost immediately, and Sorrel ends up tangled in teeth and tongues and needing to take a breath before he can continue.
Maybe two breaths. Maybe more. Maybe another kiss just to be sure the meaning of first one sticks. It's fine. It's normal to end up pushing your boyfriend against the edge of the tub like this. Right?]
You. Are better. That's not how people-- that's not how anything works. If just wanting people to be better made them better, then... [He falters, then shakes his head at the thought, and continues on.] ...Then we probably never would have met. You were every bit this amazing when we met, I promise you. And if no one ever told you so, then they were either stupid or lying. [Sorrel struggles for the words a moment] Ar lath ma, vir ar mala vhenan'nehn.
[Then he gives up and simply kisses Adasse again, letting go of the fervor if only because words have failed him, and only time will suffice to correctly express the sentiment.]