[Kazuha generally vastly underestimates his own charisma, in which he thinks he has none. Heizou's approving, if not rather eager, answer makes him tilt his head and pit a finger under his chin. The question and answer just hover there in the atmosphere of the moment, the samurai puzzling what to do from here.
It should be obvious, but maybe Heizou is waiting for something from him too? He should at least try it again, right?
The hair on the back of his neck stands on end, like being close to a lightning strike. It's only nerves— even if Kazuha strives for the calm of his thoughts, he still finds himself victim to anxiety. He reaches out, gripping the sides of Heizou's arm guards in each hand, holding onto it as he leans forward.
Kazuha looks away again, cheeks flushed, as he finds the need to gather a little more courage and trust. Heizou wouldn't judge him for being weird, or for not knowing what to do. When he looks back he smiles, a bit shy, then closes his eyes, slowly inching their faces closer again.]
[He's not sure why he's waiting, really. Heizou rarely feels unsure about anything and Kazuha is not so fickle and difficult to win over as James was, and yet he still feels that faint stirring of 'what if', that maybe he's wrong or taking it too far and the other man is too kind to say anything.
But then Kazuha grips his arms and something in that vice of uncertainty eases its grip on him. He would not judge Kazuha for a moment, of course, and when he sees him begin to lean in again he cups a hand against the line of his jaw to guide him as he kisses him again.
Heizou can't help but smile against it. He's happy, even if he's only allowed this for a moment.]
I wasn't sure. [He says, in a break between one kiss and another.] If you'd feel the same.
[Despite the fact he'd prepared for it, Kazuha still startles slightly as Heizou's hand guides him in back to his lips. He's not frighted, but the feeling of a kiss was still strange and new.]
I, um... [He stumbles over his thoughts, verbal fumbles that few would expect of a poet, but he doesn't draw away. One hand plants firmly on the earth as he leans in, kissing back, lips tingling as he tries to learn from Heizou's direction.
The samurai's hand swipes gently up the detective's arm, up to brush some red stands away from his face. He's actually... really pretty. He turns his head to the side again at the next break, ears burning.]
How long have you... [Maybe that's not the question he wanted to ask. Kazuha's pale brows knit, his expression thoughtful.] How would you describe it?
[It's cute, how he stumbles like this, and Heizou finds he gains a little confidence from it as he patiently waits for the samurai to sort through his thoughts.
Goosebumps prickle up his arm in the wake of the light brush of fingers and he ducks his head slightly in embarrassment at the immediate flush across his face when his hair is brushed aside. Honestly, it isn't as if he's new to this...]
Describe it?
[It's such a 'Kazuha' kind of question, isn't it? 'How long' would have been just as tricky to answer.]
It's... [Hmm...] It's like... [He wants to kiss him again. It's distracting.]
Have you ever climbed up to the Grand Narukami Shrine and watched the sun come up?
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Date: 2024-11-26 06:23 am (UTC)[Kazuha generally vastly underestimates his own charisma, in which he thinks he has none. Heizou's approving, if not rather eager, answer makes him tilt his head and pit a finger under his chin. The question and answer just hover there in the atmosphere of the moment, the samurai puzzling what to do from here.
It should be obvious, but maybe Heizou is waiting for something from him too? He should at least try it again, right?
The hair on the back of his neck stands on end, like being close to a lightning strike. It's only nerves— even if Kazuha strives for the calm of his thoughts, he still finds himself victim to anxiety. He reaches out, gripping the sides of Heizou's arm guards in each hand, holding onto it as he leans forward.
Kazuha looks away again, cheeks flushed, as he finds the need to gather a little more courage and trust. Heizou wouldn't judge him for being weird, or for not knowing what to do. When he looks back he smiles, a bit shy, then closes his eyes, slowly inching their faces closer again.]
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Date: 2024-12-01 09:36 pm (UTC)But then Kazuha grips his arms and something in that vice of uncertainty eases its grip on him. He would not judge Kazuha for a moment, of course, and when he sees him begin to lean in again he cups a hand against the line of his jaw to guide him as he kisses him again.
Heizou can't help but smile against it. He's happy, even if he's only allowed this for a moment.]
I wasn't sure. [He says, in a break between one kiss and another.] If you'd feel the same.
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Date: 2024-12-19 07:32 am (UTC)I, um... [He stumbles over his thoughts, verbal fumbles that few would expect of a poet, but he doesn't draw away. One hand plants firmly on the earth as he leans in, kissing back, lips tingling as he tries to learn from Heizou's direction.
The samurai's hand swipes gently up the detective's arm, up to brush some red stands away from his face. He's actually... really pretty. He turns his head to the side again at the next break, ears burning.]
How long have you... [Maybe that's not the question he wanted to ask. Kazuha's pale brows knit, his expression thoughtful.] How would you describe it?
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Date: 2024-12-31 01:38 am (UTC)Goosebumps prickle up his arm in the wake of the light brush of fingers and he ducks his head slightly in embarrassment at the immediate flush across his face when his hair is brushed aside. Honestly, it isn't as if he's new to this...]
Describe it?
[It's such a 'Kazuha' kind of question, isn't it? 'How long' would have been just as tricky to answer.]
It's... [Hmm...] It's like... [He wants to kiss him again. It's distracting.]
Have you ever climbed up to the Grand Narukami Shrine and watched the sun come up?