ngl when I think of Cigarettes After Sex, my first thought is Ace Trappola. He listens to them, not ironically, not because it’s “cool,” not because that’s exactly what you’d expect him to listen to, but because that band hits closer to home better than home ever did.
Yes this is an excuse to introduce Kir Titov to the internet, but it’s still true for any Ace ship. If Ace could listen to Sweet by Cigarettes After Sex for the rest of his life, he could. He’s so in love with whoever this song is about to him, and I’m gonna use my Ace oc, Kir, as an example.
They are so clearly in love to everyone, and they both know this. They know. They know but they don’t say it. Ace is the type of guy to take a bullet for someone before they even know he genuinely likes them. He would gladly break his own heart for someone.
Sure, the love Kir and Ace seem to have for each other is mostly physical, like how the nudity (showering) and more physically intimate (lingerie) aspects of Sweet portrays, but it’s so much deeper than that, hence the negation of everything physical—the person’s happiness (smile) and soul (eyes).
Ace Trappola is so absolutely in love yet he doesn’t say it. It’s like he’s trying to get the other person to see it for themselves because he’s scared to say it first. He knows they love him but he needs more than that. He needs them to show him before he can admit it too.
I need to shut the fuck up about Ace Trappola and stop listening to Sweet <- the gist of this post
