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@voidruined
' sirin ... ' here it comes : the ignition of his heart and the electric current sending a startling shock through all of his nerves . he almost can't believe it at first ; it was sirin , right ? not a dream , not his wanting imagination , not a ghost that'd vanish without a word as soon as he got closer ? locked into her sights he's rabbit-frozen , staring back speechlessly even as he feels like a live , lit pyre , pupils cinching tight into thin little slits as the rest of his face flushes top-to-bottom then changes .
any phantom muteness doesn't last long --- ' sirin !! '
as he sprints ; hops and skips and practically flutters towards her with every impression of crashing right into her person . he doesn't , somehow managing to resist every impulse to fling and launch himself , coming to a halt just at the tips of her toes instead . he's breathless , and it's been in the long span of her absence that his greeting affections have only grown .
--- still , he's infinitely gentle .
he's cautious and careful . despite the overwhelming sentiment pouring out from the ruby-reds of his eyes , or the way his chest rose and fell with an eager passion , he only hesitates a little before daring to take ginger hold of one of her hands ; his own bid for jealous claim and recognition . a second cold palm clasps over it , and he softly smiles at her , his lips pulling all the way to his cheeks , devil's lyrechord slipping out hushed and honeyed and tender from between the pointed tips of sharp teeth .
' are you ... ' where have you been ? where did you go ? was everything alright ? no , none of that might have truly mattered to him while she was here now , he thinks . nothing sounded right even in his thoughts ; none of it was what he felt , what he wanted to say more than anything . so he leans forward : presses his lips in a kiss onto the top of her head to let her know such things were still there . sincere . loyal . unyielding , and though undeniably present , he hoped not overwhelming .
when he retreats , he's shy again . awkwardly still clinging to her hand , red sprouting at his roots and rounding out the deep black of his pupils once more . ' um ... ' he lets her go before his palms can start to sweat . one hand lifts and a digit scratches at his cheek . with a glance away from her , he laughs , his cheeks still a blistering , summery red . ' i --- i missed you . have you been okay ? e-er , what i mean is ... welcome back . '
