gives blair a big ol' smooch on the cheek ŮŠ(âĄÎľâĄ )Űś
â--a kiss from @caelistus...
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they were simply strolling together, the pale moonlight filtering through the chaos of leaves above, dappling the twig-strewn ground and thickets of bushes. heâs reassured his tall, handsome, powerful, amazing companion that, huh??? no, you donât have to come if you donât want to!! youâve got plenty of things to do, i know, but itâd be cool! thereâs this place--itâs really pretty--like, itâs kinda a lake? i dunno, feels special. mmm, i wanna see it again! but itâs in the forests and itâs cool at night and i donât wanna wait like 3 hours just to see it, yâknow?  and heâs sure that giottoâs presence is only to make sure he doesnât somehow fall prey to an untimely demise.
his knees burn with the scratches of undergrowth and he hides the wince with an apricot-sweet smile; though, the sound of gently whispering water echoes in the quiet chirping of crickets, and thereâs a spring in his step as he bounces along the hidden path. â itâs .. --just right there! â
and he turns, only to be met by the heavy softness of familiar lips upon his cheek.Â
itâs so sudden, that it feels like heâs forgotten how to breathe.
the pond glitters with the reflection of the moon, tranquil bubbling and flick of aquatic fauna dancing to surely, the beat of his heart against his ribs, so loud.heâs accepted these kisses before and he canât comprehend why  these emotions threaten to flood his chest so much that it feels like heâs trembling.  the ambiance, perhaps, but more like the pulchritude of his companion reflected in a dazzled gaze.Â
his golden hair dyed to flame underneath lunar glow with hues that house an undying, flickering passion feel too dreamy to be real. the grass beneath his feet and the small, yet homely lake, it all feels like a stretched reality. itâs all honey and starlight, here. a daydream. heâll surely wake to a math lesson, or some other lecture--but, he doesnât want it to end.  so, just where did this melancholy come from? that pounding of his heart might not be excitement, but he doesnât want to acknowledge the pain. thereâs no ache, no poison, no terrifying thoughts at three in the morning when his games are boring and his brain canât process words, and the walls of his room feel more suffocating than a pillow pressed into his face...--
it hits him that heâs paused for too long, with wide, teary eyes and cheeks almost as rubescent as his hair.Â
( not a dream. but it would be nice, wouldnât it? a break from all those nightmares... )
â g-giotto, thatâs cheating... i wasnât ready! â digits pat at his cheeks, a pretense for his tears to keep from spilling, a petulant pout playing at lips dyed the color of the constellations shimmering in the water.  â i brought you here to look at the lake, yâknow, not gimme kisses... though they feel good. okay, iâm not refusing them!! but still!!  look! itâs pretty, isnât it? itâs a special place, and now you get to see it too! ... just us!! â
just us.
( he just wants to be special to you, you know? )








