[ Of all the answers Noctis expects, this isn't one of them. This is the 'him' that fell in love with him? The answer throws him off, startles him because this is Minsu at his most honest, the sad whisper of his words, and Noctis doesn't let go.
Okay. Okay, he can deal with this. Minsu, special and sharp and passionate, fierce and inhuman and the most tender person he's ever met -- he's fallen in love with this one, too, and he slides an arm around him, as if he could protect Minsu from himself. He shifts, tilts his head up so that he can capture his mouth, soft and slow and deliberate. ]
Okay. [ He says at last, because who is he to insist on it if Minsu already says this is who he wants to be? Another soft, slow kiss, as if he could lift the sadness from his eyes, his smile. ] Then I'll have this 'you'. Kinda like this one more than the rest, anyway.
[ This, too, is the Minsu he'd fallen in love with. ]
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Okay. Okay, he can deal with this. Minsu, special and sharp and passionate, fierce and inhuman and the most tender person he's ever met -- he's fallen in love with this one, too, and he slides an arm around him, as if he could protect Minsu from himself. He shifts, tilts his head up so that he can capture his mouth, soft and slow and deliberate. ]
Okay. [ He says at last, because who is he to insist on it if Minsu already says this is who he wants to be? Another soft, slow kiss, as if he could lift the sadness from his eyes, his smile. ] Then I'll have this 'you'. Kinda like this one more than the rest, anyway.
[ This, too, is the Minsu he'd fallen in love with. ]