[ He pulls up from the crook of her neck, long bangs tickling her chin during his trajectory of sitting back up. The motion stops midway, though, because he decides very wisely and stoically to indulge in the heat of Oona's flushed cheeks from millimeters away. His face hovers close to hers, and maybe it would have been likely in every other situation for the green-eyed prince to lean in and kiss the mermaid princess, but. Well.
Those lips brush an exposed segment of forehead in lieu of Oona's mouth. Jerk. ]
...This is a lot, for my standards.
[ Will he ever stop being so wry?! The answer is yes, when he finally buckles and says ich liebe dich— that's another day, though.
Despite everything, he still handles Oona with care, with the same amount of consideration he shows for anyone he's decided is worth protecting; he tucks her closer to himself, cradles her shoulders while furiously trying to pretend that this isn't intimate. ]
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Those lips brush an exposed segment of forehead in lieu of Oona's mouth. Jerk. ]
...This is a lot, for my standards.
[ Will he ever stop being so wry?! The answer is yes, when he finally buckles and says ich liebe dich— that's another day, though.
Despite everything, he still handles Oona with care, with the same amount of consideration he shows for anyone he's decided is worth protecting; he tucks her closer to himself, cradles her shoulders while furiously trying to pretend that this isn't intimate. ]
What did you want me to do?