[ He raises his brows at the incongruity between her sweet voice and that factoid about the rabies - how does she manage to be so cute no matter what comes out her mouth? ]

Weeks? You’re far more aware of your feelings than I - though maybe this is just how it should be. You’re teaching me, Annie, just what a natural love looks like.

[ The bonfire’s still burning and it reeks of spice - but that matters little compared to the way the firelight catches on her skin and hair. She’s so pale she’s blazing right now and he can’t help it, he has to stop and catch her cheek in her hand and kiss her as the demons and arsonists hoot and dance and heckle.

He could stay like this his entire life ]

Why didn’t I meet you when I was seventeen? [ Before the war, before the Geass, before he decided to live a life apart from humanity ] I would have been all yours