[ There's a beat, before Hei lets himself sink into the kiss. Makes it soft, sipping, almost trancey. But under its surface is a bite of his own inevitable worry, which lingers even as he gathers her in closer, slotting their legs together in a heavy, damp-skinned weave. They've done something that seems irrevocable, half-impulsive, half-planned. Worse, a point he's been circling around in his head has suddenly drawn him in, collapsing his careful distance. ]
[ Yet, sifting through his internal layers, he can't tell if anything's really shifted. Touched, altered. It is hard to distinguish. Points, angles, minute details -- do they matter? Things rarely look different when you're this close, even after great change. ]
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Date: 2014-11-03 01:11 am (UTC)[ Yet, sifting through his internal layers, he can't tell if anything's really shifted. Touched, altered. It is hard to distinguish. Points, angles, minute details -- do they matter? Things rarely look different when you're this close, even after great change. ]