WYN/BRYN/OPEN | 11:30PM
"I happen to think I am living proof that there is indeed beauty in Chaos," she mused, her own smirk forming almost instantly. Bryn was aware that this was not exactly conventional. She loved Wyn, but he was vastly different in many ways. On the other hand, however, they were also incredibly similar. It was a wonder this hadn't escalated to a full on shouting match, though Bryn tended to turn the ice on if they argued in public.
She was busy mulling over the spark his eyes always seemed to resemble when he spoke his next words, but she couldn't help but snap herself out of it instantly. Her eyes locked on Wyn's, silently asking what her lips couldn't seem to. She didn't know what exactly he meant by that, and part of Bryn couldn't help but wonder if she was acting like a delusional schoolgirl for the first time and reading too much into things. "I want so much more than now," she managed, her voice barely a whisper as Wyn rested his forehead against her own. He was so close now that the scent of his cologne and the decidedly masculine smell that was entirely his own seemed to waft over her like a blanket. There was no denying the way her heart fluttered at his words, but Bryn barely had time to murmur before his lips were connecting with hers for a softly tender kiss; a stark contrast to the tumult currently raging inside of her.