The words came out tense and strained, and in a rush so that Seimei wouldn't mistake him-
"No, not if I do it first."
For it was Kaoru who moved first, as he so often had in their courtship, closing the gap between them in a few short steps and throwing his arms around him. Burying his face in his onmyoji's chest, in the lines of his robes, and breathing him in before he can try and speak anymore, his voice already strained and high as if he might weep, but he clutches near and holds on as if for dear life. As if nothing else around them matters.
Could it be like that again? Could he still be the still and quiet in Seimei's world, even if that world has broadened so much from the one that they had known together?
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"No, not if I do it first."
For it was Kaoru who moved first, as he so often had in their courtship, closing the gap between them in a few short steps and throwing his arms around him. Burying his face in his onmyoji's chest, in the lines of his robes, and breathing him in before he can try and speak anymore, his voice already strained and high as if he might weep, but he clutches near and holds on as if for dear life. As if nothing else around them matters.
Could it be like that again? Could he still be the still and quiet in Seimei's world, even if that world has broadened so much from the one that they had known together?