[ The sharp noise noise he makes at the bright prick of her nails is swallowed by the kiss. Something bursts in the region of his heart, heat spreading through his chest, which shouldn't be possible, because he's City Dead. He'd blush if he were capable of it. Instead, he can only offer a soft, wavery smile. ]
That's all that matters.
[ Happiness is a transient thing anyway. Ruled by retrospect and mood. That he can offer her even a fragment of it ... it's more than anything he's ever thought himself worthy of. ]
Re: Action;
That's all that matters.
[ Happiness is a transient thing anyway. Ruled by retrospect and mood. That he can offer her even a fragment of it ... it's more than anything he's ever thought himself worthy of. ]