[Bedivere's agreement was for the best, he told himself, his mouth lingering a touch too long with only a hair's breadth from that soft cheek.]
Why, we carry on.
[He traced the line of Bedivere's mouth, allowing himself to kiss them only in his imagination, and took the hand resting on his chest into his own, lifting it. Bedivere's fingers were as calloused as he expected, and Dazai ran his thumb over the worn lines of that palm.
Perhaps as a compromise with - or in consolation of - having certain things he couldn't express, he brushed his lips on Bedivere's wrist, raising his gaze to see what reaction he'd get.]
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Date: 2020-11-11 07:22 am (UTC)Why, we carry on.
[He traced the line of Bedivere's mouth, allowing himself to kiss them only in his imagination, and took the hand resting on his chest into his own, lifting it. Bedivere's fingers were as calloused as he expected, and Dazai ran his thumb over the worn lines of that palm.
Perhaps as a compromise with - or in consolation of - having certain things he couldn't express, he brushed his lips on Bedivere's wrist, raising his gaze to see what reaction he'd get.]