[It'd been forever since he's last properly kissed. He'd spent months in the battlefield, away from his wife. Not that Vergilius kisses anything like her; Elise was firm in her attentions, certain of what she wanted when she wanted. Beautifully intimidating in a lot of ways.
Vergilius, despite coming off as so detached, treats Daan like he's glass. He can't think of anyone who ever treated him like that, like he was something worth caring for.
Too strange, but he doesn't dislike it, even if he doesn't know how to process it yet.
He opens his mouth cautiously, just to run his tongue against Vergilius' lower lip gently.]
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Vergilius, despite coming off as so detached, treats Daan like he's glass. He can't think of anyone who ever treated him like that, like he was something worth caring for.
Too strange, but he doesn't dislike it, even if he doesn't know how to process it yet.
He opens his mouth cautiously, just to run his tongue against Vergilius' lower lip gently.]