Snorting soft and moving to slide his arms around the redhead entirely, Seimei grazed Kaoru's lips, pulling him in closer still. If the boy were so content in the onmyoji's embrace there was certainly no good reason to deny him what he wanted.
"Simply wondering about the stories that would have been told about us...the paintings and the poems. The fool mortal and the halfbreed sorcerer, stars never quite perfectly aligned but overlapping every so often, bringing them back together every time they thought they'd drift apart. I imagine I would look quite fashionable in the plays," he murmured, shaking his head to toss his hair out of his face, black strands swaying in his vision.
He wanted nothing else to distract him in that moment, holding the boy to him where so often all they could manage were glances and touching hands when out of sight.
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"Simply wondering about the stories that would have been told about us...the paintings and the poems. The fool mortal and the halfbreed sorcerer, stars never quite perfectly aligned but overlapping every so often, bringing them back together every time they thought they'd drift apart. I imagine I would look quite fashionable in the plays," he murmured, shaking his head to toss his hair out of his face, black strands swaying in his vision.
He wanted nothing else to distract him in that moment, holding the boy to him where so often all they could manage were glances and touching hands when out of sight.