[ A different sort of stillness settles in his eyes; slows breath.
This is not Ilias's finest moment. Isaac has seen him finer. This is shaking to pieces and not being sure how to pull himself back together again. This is vulnerability with a blast radius; the sort anyone in their right mind keeps away from. Not the sort you treat gently.
And yet.
His thumb shifts to find the line of Isaac's jaw. Brows pitch; You have terrible taste. But instead of saying so, instead of saying anything at all that might tilt the delicate balance of this moment, he steps in and presses a kiss to Isaac's lips. ]
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This is not Ilias's finest moment. Isaac has seen him finer. This is shaking to pieces and not being sure how to pull himself back together again. This is vulnerability with a blast radius; the sort anyone in their right mind keeps away from. Not the sort you treat gently.
And yet.
His thumb shifts to find the line of Isaac's jaw. Brows pitch; You have terrible taste. But instead of saying so, instead of saying anything at all that might tilt the delicate balance of this moment, he steps in and presses a kiss to Isaac's lips. ]