[Kaworu doesn't know how he's ever going to repay Ikari Shinji-kun for indulging him. It's a once-in-a-continuum opportunity, it must be, to lay his head down on this boy's soft, frail chest. Shinji rather resembles a small bird in that respect, with a soft rib cage shielding even softer innards. Unable to help himself, Kaworu nuzzles his face into Shinji's sternum, then shifts a bit lower until he's in the right place. Yes, this is it. Here it is: Shinji's heartbeat. It's not quite steady, not quite sedate, but it's weaving itself into music nonetheless. A collection of glass wind chimes wouldn't be able to produce a resonance this sweet.]
Hmm. Isn't this better than sleeping on the floor, Shinji-kun? [As far as curious questions go, this one is far more teasing than it is serious. The tempo of Shinji's fragile heart has revealed all that Kaworu needs to know. He closes his eyes and gladly focuses on the evidence that Shinji is alive and here with him.
The bedroom is crowded with shadows and the heady scent of Lilin. Dawn guarantees another betrayal, another goodbye, as it always does, but none of that matters right now. Coaxing Shinji off of the floor and into the bed, into his embrace, has made everything else worthwhile.]
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Hmm. Isn't this better than sleeping on the floor, Shinji-kun? [As far as curious questions go, this one is far more teasing than it is serious. The tempo of Shinji's fragile heart has revealed all that Kaworu needs to know. He closes his eyes and gladly focuses on the evidence that Shinji is alive and here with him.
The bedroom is crowded with shadows and the heady scent of Lilin. Dawn guarantees another betrayal, another goodbye, as it always does, but none of that matters right now. Coaxing Shinji off of the floor and into the bed, into his embrace, has made everything else worthwhile.]