The hand on his chest, the soft touch is distracting enough, but nothing would be more important than hearing those words spoken aloud. Even if they shared the most intimate feelings in their soul, allowed each other to look, there's a different weight to hearing it hanging in the air, finally.
He opens his eyes then. Pulls back, just barely, just enough to see his eyes, and he knows- he knows, for a fact, that it's true. He's shown him so. The angel's felt it.
So those blue eyes stare into the yellow ones. Soft, and gentle. And with the same level of honesty and fondness, in the silence, in the new free feeling between the two of them:
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Date: 2019-09-14 10:31 pm (UTC)The hand on his chest, the soft touch is distracting enough, but nothing would be more important than hearing those words spoken aloud. Even if they shared the most intimate feelings in their soul, allowed each other to look, there's a different weight to hearing it hanging in the air, finally.
He opens his eyes then. Pulls back, just barely, just enough to see his eyes, and he knows- he knows, for a fact, that it's true. He's shown him so. The angel's felt it.
So those blue eyes stare into the yellow ones. Soft, and gentle. And with the same level of honesty and fondness, in the silence, in the new free feeling between the two of them:
"I love you too."