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Zelgadis Greywars (

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[As controlled as his steady hand and steadier expression seem, His heart pounds and surely it's given away his secret because she must hear it or feel it. That or his eyes, which soften as she relaxes because all he can think is whether it's acceptance or resignation.]

[Either way, he shouldn't wait because even though it's clearly just his imagination that there's a spark of warmth where his fingers touch her skin, it's distracting enough. His eyes stay open as he leans down with exaggerated care, but once their lips touch they shut on their own and his fingers slip over her jaw until his palm, seeking that slight but definite sensation, brushes her cheek.]

[He'd told himself exactly how long to linger, what count to reach before he could pull back. It's instantly forgotten. His lips tingle and there's this strange hushed silence where his thundering pulse just was. Gods he can really feel her, it can't be all in his head because he'd never be creative enough to imagine this.]

[It's the confetti popping above them that reminds him and restarts his hammering heart. He pulls back, as slowly as he leaned in but feeling as though everything were moving much faster. His fingertips stubbornly refuse to budge for a half a beat before he wrestles his control back.]

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