finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for + a kiss while being reunited after a long time.
547 days - a year and a half - since darcie had said goodbye to @wineassassin. not that she had counted. not that she had marked each day on her calendar like some sap from a gooey romance movie. it's not like she had thought of him, had felt his absence and the everlasting silence, every single day. or that last kiss, pressed gently against her cheek, had lingered. that fingers had brushed that spot absentmindedly when she thought of him. as she had worked through the tangled web of feelings inside, eventually realising that friendship wasn't all she felt. it wasn't what she wanted. she wanted more.
body pushes itself away from the brick wall that had been her perch. head turning in the direction of his approaching silhouette, like a flower to the sun. fuck. she's become a living, breathing cliché. it doesn't stop her from meeting him in the middle, feet carrying her closer and closer until they're chest to chest. a silence hangs between them until she rises up onto her tiptoes so she can do the one thing she's been thinking about over and over since he left. darcie's lips press against sebastian's. the kiss is gentle at first, until lips part and arms pull her closer. darcie loses herself. a hand in his hair, another pressed against his cheek as their lips dance. she isn't sure how long it lasts, only that her chest is heaving when they finally part. ❝ hi. ❞
