[it's almost like an explosion in his chest as he hears those words, to have his feelings seemingly reciprocated. it's more than just a desire for Red Wine's company, it's nearly a burning need to be by his side. but there's also a softer side to it, one that blooms within and warms him, one that causes more of those fluttering butterflies in his stomach.
is this what love is like? Dohalim had read many a poetic piece on the subject, and had even talked to not only Red Wine, but some others about it. if it is, he almost doesn't want to be too hopeful about it, as if he's worried that it might slip from his fingers; he doesn't want to lose this feeling. for the first time in so long, he's truly happy, and while frightening as it is that it could be gone in an instant, he holds the warm feeling close to his heart.
as he kisses the Food Soul, he matches it with his own gentle desperation, not wanting this moment, and feeling to end. there's still that blooming feeling in his chest even as they pull away, a small smile on his lips at Red Wine's words. but before he could say anything back, in the corner of his eye he sees an odd thing; rose buds entwining themselves in his wavy locks, blooming into the fullest miniature red roses. a flush creeps up on his cheeks as he reaches up with his free hand to carefully pluck at the delicate petals, before huffing out a soft laugh, shaking his head]
I suppose these say more than any words I could say, right now.
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is this what love is like? Dohalim had read many a poetic piece on the subject, and had even talked to not only Red Wine, but some others about it. if it is, he almost doesn't want to be too hopeful about it, as if he's worried that it might slip from his fingers; he doesn't want to lose this feeling. for the first time in so long, he's truly happy, and while frightening as it is that it could be gone in an instant, he holds the warm feeling close to his heart.
as he kisses the Food Soul, he matches it with his own gentle desperation, not wanting this moment, and feeling to end. there's still that blooming feeling in his chest even as they pull away, a small smile on his lips at Red Wine's words. but before he could say anything back, in the corner of his eye he sees an odd thing; rose buds entwining themselves in his wavy locks, blooming into the fullest miniature red roses. a flush creeps up on his cheeks as he reaches up with his free hand to carefully pluck at the delicate petals, before huffing out a soft laugh, shaking his head]
I suppose these say more than any words I could say, right now.