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taair khalisa nasir 🕊️ ([personal profile] historicals) wrote 2025-03-19 01:22 am (UTC)

[ oh.

distracted by looking down at his lap, by his own thoughts turning over and over, it's the bloom of affection that stops it, and right as that fluttering warmth hits, taair lifts his head. just like that, they're nose to nose, and he blinks, once, twice - though it's half a beat late, his own emotions bubble up like a rolling wave, a matching crescendo to fidelio's as his breath catches.

it's that same fluttery feeling, the warmth of butterflies that briefly steal all the words from his eloquent tongue: in unison, color blooms red across his face with the surge of affection, and his heart does a backflip. there's a beat. one. two. ]


... [ and then, as the moment breaks, taair flushes even further and drops his head, tucking a piece of his hair behind one very red ear - despite the critical embarrassment that bleeds in, a feeling of utter fluster, there's a shy smile on his face even still. ]

Hha. [ what was he doing, indeed... ] Well! You say that, but we'll see.

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