L.L’s still staring with those big round eyes as Suzaku pulls away. Should he say something? Would taking a sip of wine be offensive or break the tension nicely? Maybe the shot wasn’t drugged and this was Suzaku’s true confession??
That apology snaps him out of it. Suzaku might be trying to be stoic but he’s an open book. How desperately sad he looks. It’s enough to make L.L’s throat tighten as well.
This might be sincere or this might be the result of a drug, but what matters right is that Suzaku is feeling it now. He knows himself that arguing these delusions away doesn’t stop the pain…
So he slides in, closing the gap between them to cup Suzaku’s cheek and force him to look at him with those hurt green eyes.
“If you’d kissed me like that when we were seventeen I would have been yours.” After he’d taken the afternoon to process, likely, and if he’d been able to convince Suzaku to join the Black Knights. Even with all those people around him… he’d been lonely. Suzaku always filled that aching hole.
His soft-skinned thumb strokes over Suzaku’s cheek gently. His friend, forever and always, even with so much hurt between them that’s scarred over. He leans in and reciprocates the gesture, lips pressing softly and chastely on Suzaku’s lips.
Whether this is sincere or the result of a drugged drink, L.L can pretend to be seventeen again for just a little while.
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That apology snaps him out of it. Suzaku might be trying to be stoic but he’s an open book. How desperately sad he looks. It’s enough to make L.L’s throat tighten as well.
This might be sincere or this might be the result of a drug, but what matters right is that Suzaku is feeling it now. He knows himself that arguing these delusions away doesn’t stop the pain…
So he slides in, closing the gap between them to cup Suzaku’s cheek and force him to look at him with those hurt green eyes.
“If you’d kissed me like that when we were seventeen I would have been yours.” After he’d taken the afternoon to process, likely, and if he’d been able to convince Suzaku to join the Black Knights. Even with all those people around him… he’d been lonely. Suzaku always filled that aching hole.
His soft-skinned thumb strokes over Suzaku’s cheek gently. His friend, forever and always, even with so much hurt between them that’s scarred over. He leans in and reciprocates the gesture, lips pressing softly and chastely on Suzaku’s lips.
Whether this is sincere or the result of a drugged drink, L.L can pretend to be seventeen again for just a little while.