[ Trahearne's rationality is slipping dangerously fast under whatever spell (curse?) is cast over him. No thoughts, only kisses.
The sylvari's eye contact drops to van Ziek's lips as he steps forward again. No personal space is to be respected here. One hand lifts to rest below his ear, fingertips resting against the back of his neck firmly but gently guiding him closer. And Trahearne himself leans forward, head tilted, to tentatively press their lips together.
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The sylvari's eye contact drops to van Ziek's lips as he steps forward again. No personal space is to be respected here. One hand lifts to rest below his ear, fingertips resting against the back of his neck firmly but gently guiding him closer. And Trahearne himself leans forward, head tilted, to tentatively press their lips together.
...welp. ]