[Considering their closeness all around now, they're an even bigger ball of supernatural and nominally evil entities at this point -- there are enough demons here to chase the bats out of hell, and maybe that's why it's so easy to settle into it like a blanket.
Maybe Anon just really, really likes the way Natsuno looks when they're both talking about dubious existences and even more dubious choices. He has no doubts here, though -- just a question or two, which he muses out loud, leaving it between them for Natsuno to pick up or leave as he wishes.]
Hmm, thanking him...?
[Because there are a lot of other things to be distracted by, the way the dark words and the darker expressions draw a thrill down his spine and the way all the realizations and confessions cascade together, leaving him flushing and a little blindsided for the umpteenth time in the wake of the kiss. That's about the only thing he holds on to for a moment, the rest is a bit of a jumble, and he's already all the way off-balance so what's a little more. That and:]
... Let him try and hunt you and he'll see what regret really is. It doesn't matter where I am or what happens. I have a long memory. So does the universe. [Natsuno wasn't there when Tsubasa was condemned, but the same sharpness surfaces in Anon's voice for a moment; in the next, it drowns in the way his voice sinks into softness, the way he ends up curling closer into Natsuno somehow as though they aren't already cradled together] There's no way a cornered animal like Erhard would get it. This is where I always was.
[It's a little more complicated than that, but there's no way for him to put that into words right now -- instead he reaches for another kiss, warm and a bit unsteady.]
You really are keeping up.
[Another kiss and it's a bit more playful, the half-curve of his grin pressed light and elusive against Natsuno's lips. He's still holding on tight.]
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Maybe Anon just really, really likes the way Natsuno looks when they're both talking about dubious existences and even more dubious choices. He has no doubts here, though -- just a question or two, which he muses out loud, leaving it between them for Natsuno to pick up or leave as he wishes.]
Hmm, thanking him...?
[Because there are a lot of other things to be distracted by, the way the dark words and the darker expressions draw a thrill down his spine and the way all the realizations and confessions cascade together, leaving him flushing and a little blindsided for the umpteenth time in the wake of the kiss. That's about the only thing he holds on to for a moment, the rest is a bit of a jumble, and he's already all the way off-balance so what's a little more. That and:]
... Let him try and hunt you and he'll see what regret really is. It doesn't matter where I am or what happens. I have a long memory. So does the universe. [Natsuno wasn't there when Tsubasa was condemned, but the same sharpness surfaces in Anon's voice for a moment; in the next, it drowns in the way his voice sinks into softness, the way he ends up curling closer into Natsuno somehow as though they aren't already cradled together] There's no way a cornered animal like Erhard would get it. This is where I always was.
[It's a little more complicated than that, but there's no way for him to put that into words right now -- instead he reaches for another kiss, warm and a bit unsteady.]
You really are keeping up.
[Another kiss and it's a bit more playful, the half-curve of his grin pressed light and elusive against Natsuno's lips. He's still holding on tight.]