[ Kaspar's nature is not to overthink the machinations of the universe. What do they matter in the face of whatever cosmic force allowed the two of them to stand here together, embracing and exchanging kisses that neither of them have given thought to? But they don't feel careless. So he welcomes the firmer pressure against his lips. Kaspar matches the pressure, leaning in slightly to slot their lips together.
It is so brief a gesture that it leaves Kaspar's lips tingling; an innocent want for their return, however sweet or chaste or otherwise. But Trahearne's retreat says as much as words. And he accepts what he is given.
Yet there is no tension. No asking for more friendly kisses, indulgences, that will likely fill his head on the relatively short distant home. There is hardly an indication at all besides the subtle swipe of his tongue over his own lips as he pulls back. Kaspar reaches for Trahearne's hand, seeking to thread their fingers on the way back home. ]
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It is so brief a gesture that it leaves Kaspar's lips tingling; an innocent want for their return, however sweet or chaste or otherwise. But Trahearne's retreat says as much as words. And he accepts what he is given.
Yet there is no tension. No asking for more friendly kisses, indulgences, that will likely fill his head on the relatively short distant home. There is hardly an indication at all besides the subtle swipe of his tongue over his own lips as he pulls back. Kaspar reaches for Trahearne's hand, seeking to thread their fingers on the way back home. ]