[ Guilt is consuming him, but not enough that he will turn any of what he's being handed down. He was doomed the moment Mystery walked through his door, and he knows he'll never be able to untangle himself from this web of his own weaving.
He swallows, meeting Mystery's eyes, searching for anything that may denote Mystery is only saying what Romance wants to here, that he's giving something up just to placate him. He knows he's a silly little demon with toxic tendencies. There's a reason he's never gotten into anything serious with anyone in...hundreds of years.
But this time, he can't seem to help himself. Mystery's hands are on his face and there's emotion bubbling in his chest, a strange feeling he hasn't felt since he was alive. He knows what it is, but he doesn't dare say the words out loud, lest he damn them both.
He closes his eyes briefly and leans his head into Mystery's hand, saving the heat of his hands, and when he opens them Mystery is still there, saying those words he wants to hear and meaning them, and Romance could cry.
Maybe he does, a little. Don't tell anyone. ]
I believe you. [ And he does. He can see now that Mystery is telling the truth - there's no doubt in his gaze, no lies on his tongue. ] You don't have to prove anything to me. Just...be here.
[ He tips his head and leans in for a soft kiss, the barest brush of lips as he lifts a hand to tuck a piece of hair behind Mystery's ear, slide his fingers into it and muss it anyway. ]
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He swallows, meeting Mystery's eyes, searching for anything that may denote Mystery is only saying what Romance wants to here, that he's giving something up just to placate him. He knows he's a silly little demon with toxic tendencies. There's a reason he's never gotten into anything serious with anyone in...hundreds of years.
But this time, he can't seem to help himself. Mystery's hands are on his face and there's emotion bubbling in his chest, a strange feeling he hasn't felt since he was alive. He knows what it is, but he doesn't dare say the words out loud, lest he damn them both.
He closes his eyes briefly and leans his head into Mystery's hand, saving the heat of his hands, and when he opens them Mystery is still there, saying those words he wants to hear and meaning them, and Romance could cry.
Maybe he does, a little. Don't tell anyone. ]
I believe you. [ And he does. He can see now that Mystery is telling the truth - there's no doubt in his gaze, no lies on his tongue. ] You don't have to prove anything to me. Just...be here.
[ He tips his head and leans in for a soft kiss, the barest brush of lips as he lifts a hand to tuck a piece of hair behind Mystery's ear, slide his fingers into it and muss it anyway. ]