[ the brush of his lips against the tips of his fingers incites a spark of warmth that trails up his nerves; it sits in his sternum, and cloud is wholly still for a change, the everlasting jumble that had been his brain screeching to a halt.
it reminds him of someone-- someone he still struggles to remember, even now. a SOLDIER. a real SOLDIER. he was real too, wasn't he?
something clings to the back of cloud's throat. he opens his mouth to speak before his jaw clenches again, tensing. two palms plant onto roche's shoulders. then as if bypassing the gentleness of his touch, he kisses him hard, lips slotting against his as he searches for something tangible. ]
...Show people your hand--
[ it's spoken through grit teeth, eyes fluttering shut. ]
no subject
it reminds him of someone-- someone he still struggles to remember, even now. a SOLDIER. a real SOLDIER. he was real too, wasn't he?
something clings to the back of cloud's throat. he opens his mouth to speak before his jaw clenches again, tensing. two palms plant onto roche's shoulders. then as if bypassing the gentleness of his touch, he kisses him hard, lips slotting against his as he searches for something tangible. ]
...Show people your hand--
[ it's spoken through grit teeth, eyes fluttering shut. ]
And they'll just-- take everything from you.