"The day after," Lucian didn't dare let go of the other's wrist. Didn't want to, not at all. If he did, he almost felt as if nothing would make sense. Even if his hands are cold and ears and nose turning pink from the wind.
Definitely going to get a cold.
But Dane, for all of his questions, wasn't running away. At the very least, Lucian considers that an accomplishment. One drink. Just one drink. It's a promise, nonetheless, and Lucian steps forward. Tries not to seem absolutely staggered by what's happening.
It's impulse. It's complete impulse and Lucian would later kick himself for doing it so brazenly and in public, but he tugs the other to step closer by the wrist and closes the gap. Stares at Dane, searching for any hint that the other's just messing with him. He finds none, reminds himself that Dane's tears were real.
Slowly, cautiously, he puts his lips to Dane's for a kiss. This time, one he initiates. One he can respond do, now that he's not shocked.
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Definitely going to get a cold.
But Dane, for all of his questions, wasn't running away. At the very least, Lucian considers that an accomplishment. One drink. Just one drink. It's a promise, nonetheless, and Lucian steps forward. Tries not to seem absolutely staggered by what's happening.
It's impulse. It's complete impulse and Lucian would later kick himself for doing it so brazenly and in public, but he tugs the other to step closer by the wrist and closes the gap. Stares at Dane, searching for any hint that the other's just messing with him. He finds none, reminds himself that Dane's tears were real.
Slowly, cautiously, he puts his lips to Dane's for a kiss. This time, one he initiates. One he can respond do, now that he's not shocked.