[ Her words break off into laughter again and he ducks his head, this close he must smell like alcohol and charcoal dust. The air around them tastes like the smoke from someone's cigarette, sweet and unfamiliar as the booming, electric music, but it's dulled, out of focus as everything that isn't them. Their foreheads nearly touch, and a single strand of her hair that brushes his cheek has more effect on his synapses than all the rest of the party, a pulse shared.
Of the pair she's been the more tactile, always the one to initiate contact (always that way with him, he's thrown more punches than found himself wrapped in embraces). Held hands and her head on his shoulder, an arm around hers. Now - he's teetering on the edge of something, half-lidded eyes settling on the way her lips part, drawn in with a quick breath - ]
Yeah? [ The word echoes in his mind like earlier. His eyebrows knit together to form at deepening crease and he's pulling away a bit, starting to pull back into himself. ] We should go - before they run out.
[ For Ilde. The hand around hers squeezes gently. ]
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Of the pair she's been the more tactile, always the one to initiate contact (always that way with him, he's thrown more punches than found himself wrapped in embraces). Held hands and her head on his shoulder, an arm around hers. Now - he's teetering on the edge of something, half-lidded eyes settling on the way her lips part, drawn in with a quick breath - ]
Yeah? [ The word echoes in his mind like earlier. His eyebrows knit together to form at deepening crease and he's pulling away a bit, starting to pull back into himself. ] We should go - before they run out.
[ For Ilde. The hand around hers squeezes gently. ]