moan
1. my muse will kiss yours on the lips.
"Hush, Shinji-kun, there's no need to cry." Kaworu runs a hand through the boy's chestnut colored hair in an attempt to calm him, to wash away those tears which pour out relentlessly.
Shinji hiccups and whimpers and shakes, his head ducked to hide his reddened face, to hide those tears. Kaworu wishes Shinji wouldn't hide from him.
"Please, look at me."
One finger tilts Shinji's chin up. Red eyes meet watery, sad blue ones. Then he dips his head down, Shinji leaning forward on his toes, and their lips meet somewhere in between.










