[ Everything is happening so fast. Fast enough that Siegfried doesn't have a chance to verbally respond before he's being pulled into another kiss, this one even more urgent than the last.
He doesn't particularly mind. Not when this is beginning to feel more like a dream than a nightmare. It feels irresponsible, to keep losing himself in Percival's mouth and to feel himself grow greedier and more insistent with each kiss, when they have so many problems to deal with.
Their survival can wait, apparently.
He pulls apart only when he needs a respite for air, fingers deeply entwined in the other's locks as he indulges himself in a different way— looking into the other's eyes for the first time in months. ]
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He doesn't particularly mind. Not when this is beginning to feel more like a dream than a nightmare. It feels irresponsible, to keep losing himself in Percival's mouth and to feel himself grow greedier and more insistent with each kiss, when they have so many problems to deal with.
Their survival can wait, apparently.
He pulls apart only when he needs a respite for air, fingers deeply entwined in the other's locks as he indulges himself in a different way— looking into the other's eyes for the first time in months. ]
I'm... happy you remembered, too.