❛ i want to be the person to make you happy. the one person you can always come to with whatever you need ❜, Phainon says it as gently as how he takes her hand into his, a whisper between them, underneath the shade of the trees. a streak of light through the leaves kisses Haru's cheeks and his thumb comes up to brush across it. his smile is easy around her, like he couldn't stop letting his lips curl into such a soft expression. he always wondered if she feels the same . . . but he never wanted to rush her. slowly, lovingly, he places a kiss on her knuckles, presses her hand on his cheek, ❛ i will always be there for you, Haru ❜. his eyes stares into hers, his blue eyes with its sunburst — just like a beautiful summer day, ❛ if you'd allow me ❜
yearning // @valorspat
The feeling of his lips on her knuckles lingers even after her hand is pressed to his cheek. It's soft... he was soft on her. To her. Softer and gentler with her than probably anyone she'd ever known. And though she sometimes struggled to show it, she was soft on him too. Stormy hues hold his own beautiful blue ones for a moment as she tries to think — to come up with how to say everything she really wanted to. Lips part to speak, but no sound comes out. Her thumb gently sweeps across his cheek as her gaze drops to her feet.
"...If I'd allow you."
It's quiet, under her breath, almost as if the words were being weighted. Haru's mind was cloudy — and it somehow always seemed to end up that way when the two of them got close like this. It made it harder than usual to decipher how she was feeling, to figure out what to tell him — how best to tell him. The sweetness always seemed to come out of Phainon so easily, it almost made the cat envious; she wished she was better at returning the sentiment in such a way.
Instead, she settles for what she can do — for what she knows.
Grey eyes pick back up to look at him again, other hand reaching up to rest on his other cheek, the cat tenderly pulling his face closer to hers. Cat ears flick back a tad in uncertainty as she leans in, pressing her forehead against his own. The sunlight filters through the trees, the slightest warm breeze bringing the scent of flowers on the wind. She wanted to hold onto this — hold onto him.
"Phainon..."
His name, whispered against his mouth. She can feel the heat rise to her cheeks, her heartbeat picking up speed as she tilts her head and presses in, delicately touching her lips to his own for a lingering moment. It's hesitant — as if she's afraid to take too much — and lasts far too briefly as she pulls back, returning to resting her head against his. Both hands remain on his cheeks as the cat gathers herself, holding him in a manner of great care.
"...Stay beside me then." A tentative request — a plea, even, with the amount of longing decorating her tone. Her eyes meet his once more. "Stay with me."
