 ♥Dunkin | Pixie's Precious Pea | kpop goddess | sneaky sounder | forever slytherin♥
Anything and everything they'd been talking about before that moment completely evaporated. It was gone. He didn't have the presence of mind to respond about divination, or real Seers, or the fact that he knew one, or the fact that he was desperately not good at Divination, so much so that he'd dropped the subject completely out of guilt over being so bad at practical application.
Concern evident behind the mask, especially with this proximity, his free hand reached for her face even as her own hand got in the way to wipe away the bright spot crawling from corner of her eye. With it gone, however, his hand hung awkwardly, hovering just off her cheek as if it expected another tear to escape.
The kiss somehow managed to be both expected and unexpected all at once. His body reacted willfully; the hovering hand touched her cheek, eyes slid closed, and he somehow ended up leaning down just enough that she wouldn't have to stand so awkwardly. His mind...
Well. That just completely blacked out for a good minute or so.
As she pulled away from his lips, he sucked in a short, quiet breath and pressed them together again. This time, however, it was not in annoyance or anything akin to that. Behind the mask, his eyes remained closed for another second, as his mind suddenly lurched into double time, and a flood of guilt and confusion rushed his chest.
Slowly, his eyes blinked open, and any emotion he was feeling was carefully hidden from possibly being seen in them. They simply focused on Nia, on her rather nearby face, and watched.
"That," he whispered simply, hand still hovering at her face, the other still around her back. "Inevitable."
For both of them, apparently.
He was in so. much. trouble. |