[He can't feel it, but he can see the chemical reaction—a flush of colour, pupils dilated, the increase of BPM... is the halo another part of the chain? He can measure the lumens, compare then, add another tell to his list. What other changes can he make Elsword undergo? How many ways will his body display its affection?
He wants to see more, feel more. He wants to know to every little thing that makes his heart jump, his breath hitch, his fingers curl. He wants to measure and push and test the limits of those emotional responses until he can draw a map of Elsword's heart. He wants to carve that chest open and feel the blood pulsing against his palms, through every fibre of Elsword's being, alive and flowing with love...
He sighs deeply, almost panting, hair slipping over his eye as he yearns to lean closer. Lips parting beneath a hungry gaze, teeth bared in a sharpened smile.]
Even if I became the enemy of the world... you'll trust me, won't you? No matter what happens...
[He will. Add knows he will, because even if he doesn't, he will.
Some plans will have to change, but he can make this work. He's determined to do so.]
[It is, as evidence has suggested thus far, not difficult to take Elsword from "fine" to "flustered". Something about Add always does this to him; maybe it's the fact that Add is normally so put together that he almost refuses to have these reactions any other time, which means Elsword gets to see all of them like a poorly-kept secret. Maybe it's just Add in general, who's so goddamn pretty and smart and admirable, that it's hard not to get a little flushed whenever his attention is given so freely. Maybe it's love. Maybe it's also the fact that Add has that sickeningly possessive look in his eye while Elsword is on the fucking floor and he's having a whole moment about this.
Please no one expect him to be normal ever again, he's gonna kiss this man so stupid when he can make his brain work again.]
If the world became your enemy, it becomes my enemy, too. [Even though the El really, really wants him to be preferential towards it, he has to admit there's a heavy amount of bias towards his friends — toward Add — in general. There's no El here, though, and that means he can do whatever the hell he wants.] Asking me if I'll trust you is like asking if the sun is gonna rise in the morning.
You know I'm always gonna be by your side no matter what.
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He wants to see more, feel more. He wants to know to every little thing that makes his heart jump, his breath hitch, his fingers curl. He wants to measure and push and test the limits of those emotional responses until he can draw a map of Elsword's heart. He wants to carve that chest open and feel the blood pulsing against his palms, through every fibre of Elsword's being, alive and flowing with love...
He sighs deeply, almost panting, hair slipping over his eye as he yearns to lean closer. Lips parting beneath a hungry gaze, teeth bared in a sharpened smile.]
Even if I became the enemy of the world... you'll trust me, won't you? No matter what happens...
[He will. Add knows he will, because even if he doesn't, he will.
Some plans will have to change, but he can make this work. He's determined to do so.]
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Please no one expect him to be normal ever again, he's gonna kiss this man so stupid when he can make his brain work again.]
If the world became your enemy, it becomes my enemy, too. [Even though the El really, really wants him to be preferential towards it, he has to admit there's a heavy amount of bias towards his friends — toward Add — in general. There's no El here, though, and that means he can do whatever the hell he wants.] Asking me if I'll trust you is like asking if the sun is gonna rise in the morning.
You know I'm always gonna be by your side no matter what.