[ there's no thrill that matches the euphoric rush of them being so perfectly synced, no high-flying aerials or daredevil dives that could ever compare to the way reki's heart gets going when it's just the two of them weaving through traffic or exchanging looks under the covers. doesn't matter where they are or what they're doing; this connection is what truly makes him feel alive.
he's so glad to see that smile again, like a beacon in the dark for how much light it lets into riddle's rosey face. he reaches out to appreciate it with his touch, mapping the soft curve of his cheek like he's trying to learn the look of it blind. no, he's not naturally violent and the thought of hurting someone on purpose makes his stomach twist, but he can't say that if this smile was on the line, he wouldn't do practically anything to keep it there. because of that, the grin he flashes isn't the purest one in his arsenal. ]
I'll even dress it up with roses for you so it doesn't harsh your aesthetic. I'll make sure everyone still knows you're the queen, even if you've got some poor sap's skin ironed across your deck. I won't let you be anything but breath-taking.
[ he already sounds so proud, and he is, earnestly and impossibly. his gaze drops down to riddle's perfect heart-shaped mouth imploringly, but he doesn't kiss him yet; he'd rather press in closer and just let their mouths brush so that he can feel that smile for himself. ]
god babe ur gonna get his ass kicked
[ there's no thrill that matches the euphoric rush of them being so perfectly synced, no high-flying aerials or daredevil dives that could ever compare to the way reki's heart gets going when it's just the two of them weaving through traffic or exchanging looks under the covers. doesn't matter where they are or what they're doing; this connection is what truly makes him feel alive.
he's so glad to see that smile again, like a beacon in the dark for how much light it lets into riddle's rosey face. he reaches out to appreciate it with his touch, mapping the soft curve of his cheek like he's trying to learn the look of it blind. no, he's not naturally violent and the thought of hurting someone on purpose makes his stomach twist, but he can't say that if this smile was on the line, he wouldn't do practically anything to keep it there. because of that, the grin he flashes isn't the purest one in his arsenal. ]
I'll even dress it up with roses for you so it doesn't harsh your aesthetic. I'll make sure everyone still knows you're the queen, even if you've got some poor sap's skin ironed across your deck. I won't let you be anything but breath-taking.
[ he already sounds so proud, and he is, earnestly and impossibly. his gaze drops down to riddle's perfect heart-shaped mouth imploringly, but he doesn't kiss him yet; he'd rather press in closer and just let their mouths brush so that he can feel that smile for himself. ]