[ The rigidity of muscles, the faint twitch of a jaw as it clamps down on words of warning--all of these things he would normally see, should see, because what does Kanda know of subversion?
Even his best kept secrets are there because of Lavi's good graces, because of his willingness to avert his gaze.
Mired in the confusion and haze of his very human weakness, the restrained concern slips by unnoticed, the illusion maintained. Laughter, wheezing and painful in his ribs, flows softly from his lips, one hand posted against the wall as he draws to a pause.
I'm winded, he thinks, and I don't think it was just the kiss.
Not that it wasn't perfectly worthy of taking the breath out of his lungs--it was more than that, it was the kind of kiss he's read in literature and thought surely couldn't be real--
And it's definitely, unquestionably something he wants to do again--
But he's weak, too drained and muddled with sickness. What hope did he ever have of escaping?
Sighing, Lavi pushes off the wall, tries to mimic his own look of nonchalance. ]
Kinda like it when you yell too. Your face gets all..
[ Vague hand motions that are evidently meant to provide an illustration but mostly look like he's going to present prizes behind curtain number three. (Lavi White.) ]
..It's cute.
[ Did he just call Yu cute, aloud and without any sense of irony?
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Even his best kept secrets are there because of Lavi's good graces, because of his willingness to avert his gaze.
Mired in the confusion and haze of his very human weakness, the restrained concern slips by unnoticed, the illusion maintained. Laughter, wheezing and painful in his ribs, flows softly from his lips, one hand posted against the wall as he draws to a pause.
I'm winded, he thinks, and I don't think it was just the kiss.
Not that it wasn't perfectly worthy of taking the breath out of his lungs--it was more than that, it was the kind of kiss he's read in literature and thought surely couldn't be real--
And it's definitely, unquestionably something he wants to do again--
But he's weak, too drained and muddled with sickness. What hope did he ever have of escaping?
Sighing, Lavi pushes off the wall, tries to mimic his own look of nonchalance. ]
Kinda like it when you yell too. Your face gets all..
[ Vague hand motions that are evidently meant to provide an illustration but mostly look like he's going to present prizes behind curtain number three. (Lavi White.) ]
..It's cute.
[ Did he just call Yu cute, aloud and without any sense of irony?
Yeah, he's not well. ]