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send â¤ď¸ for my muse to kiss yours!
There was a certain comfort to know that she probably felt the same way. They were, after all, more two parts of a whole than any before them. Where he might ordinarily be nervous, miserable with the agony of the uncertain, he felt a strange sort of collected coolness settle about him in the moment. It really was quite pleasant, here in Columbia, he thought, as he tucked a strand of singularly red hair behind her ear, his hand hanging next to her cheek for a moment longer than was wholly proper. Was it vain, he wondered, to be drawn to lips that may as well have been his own? He glanced around at the naked streets, glad for the privacy of the trees and the shade as he leaned in to meet their lips in a gentle kiss. He could see her mouth twist into a smirk just before they touched, the hand in her hair tangling as he pulled her body to meet his own.






