Just trust in me
Maybe it shouldn't surprise him that Ludwig had actively read Ibsen's works - after all a lot of Norwegian artist had made their way to Berlin, Christiania Oslo too poor and uninterested in them due to the lack of money, of stages, of colour. Kjetil wished to change this, bit by bit, but the way to this goal was long. At least he had his nordlys back, shining in both the sky over his fjords and in the irises of his oceanblue eyes.
And maybe he shouldn't find the blush on his face as enticing as he did, because it caused him to take a short step towards him, reducing their distance by quite a bit. The smile on his lips felt so real to Kjetil, felt so right - as did the short kiss he pressed to the blushed cheek before turning towards the railing again, a soft laughter in his heart.
Another rarepair I got commissioned by talented Vy Bói, inspired by that little roleplay I have with a lovely mutual from here ♡
