@voidrites : reaches, fingers featherlight as they grasp his hand, lips brush over the ridge of his knuckles. a kiss. / unprompted
before han can pull away, vũ hooks his hand in return, snagging against the crest between his forefinger and thumb in a firm grip still loose enough that he can snatch it away if he so pleases. when he smiles, there’s an absence of animalistic fangs, replaced instead by glowing moonstone: they’re dull and peek into view only when that grin widens and pulls just to the right of lopsided. cut low by tired lines that crease his cheeks, the gesture eases that sleepy air if only by a bit.
red is an expensive dye─ he himself witnessed treasures exchange hands for just a bolt of ruby silk reserved for only the most prestigious princes─ but it blooms through dull skin and colors an even duller voice with all the same ease. elation makes him vibrant, brings a pallid creature to attention. for a moment, he may even seem ALIVE. and he fumbles with the hand in his grip in unfamiliarity, not quite certain in how the hills and crests fit but it’s a puzzle that’s held by the barest hinges, an outpour of effort. there are still gaps where grooves should be snug but for now, he’s complacent. it’s a sign of thanks in return, how his grip shifts to pull just a hair closer and he holds an equally light kiss to the bend of han’s wrist. small as the motion may be, it holds a hope that the appreciative sentiment is relayed well enough wordlessly. the only things that linger are the distant bell tones of a laugh hidden under a clipped breath.
