[What a sweet kiss, compared to the much nastier one that Passenger gave him in the ice castle. Longing either way, truly, but this one is much more shy. It's how Passenger imagines Sesa would have kissed him in the castle, were their roles reversed, or perhaps he would have been too nervous. Perhaps it would have been a hug, or Sesa would have done nothing or not known to do anything at all. After all, he didn't; it was a fluke that melted the ice. All Passenger wanted to do was get one last kiss in.
Now, Passenger has never had fantastic self-control when it comes to Sesa. "Don't request in a formal letter to be on his squadron during missions, you don't need to follow him wherever he goes, you probably shouldn't be stalking him to the Sargonian black markets and leaving notes for him in bread"... none of that has ever crossed his mind. He can't get enough of the Vouivre, wanting to corrupt and save him all the same, push-and-pull, help in the form of harm. All of it is genuine, yet only half of it comes from a place of goodness in him. Were he truly good, he may understand that he shouldn't be forcing his ideals of revenge on a man who wants nothing to do with it.
That said, that sweet, chaste kiss only lasts for as long as Passenger allows it, a fleeting ten or so seconds before something in his brain snaps like the wires in his machinery. He presses their lips together much more forcefully, pushing that boundary again, crawling right into Sesa's lap while they're still liplocked. Suddenly both arms are around Sesa's neck, pulling him into a full-fledged embrace.
No behaving. Please push him onto the floor he'll be okay—]
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Now, Passenger has never had fantastic self-control when it comes to Sesa. "Don't request in a formal letter to be on his squadron during missions, you don't need to follow him wherever he goes, you probably shouldn't be stalking him to the Sargonian black markets and leaving notes for him in bread"... none of that has ever crossed his mind. He can't get enough of the Vouivre, wanting to corrupt and save him all the same, push-and-pull, help in the form of harm. All of it is genuine, yet only half of it comes from a place of goodness in him. Were he truly good, he may understand that he shouldn't be forcing his ideals of revenge on a man who wants nothing to do with it.
That said, that sweet, chaste kiss only lasts for as long as Passenger allows it, a fleeting ten or so seconds before something in his brain snaps like the wires in his machinery. He presses their lips together much more forcefully, pushing that boundary again, crawling right into Sesa's lap while they're still liplocked. Suddenly both arms are around Sesa's neck, pulling him into a full-fledged embrace.
No behaving. Please push him onto the floor he'll be okay—]