[ Ashe leans into his hand like a cat seeking affection, pressing a kiss against his gloved palm. Honestly, he doesn't think Felix has changed much either - his eyes are still so soft and warm, a contrast to his strong and intimidating (to others) exterior. All the five years made him is more handsome, and perhaps a touch more affectionate.
Not that he can say much, with how his heart's fluttering like he's falling in love with Felix all over again. He gently rests his hand over Felix's, smile softer now. ] Maybe you do. Though I don't think I've noticed any new ones recently.
[Felix takes a quick glance around their surroundings to make sure no one is watching them.]
I'll count. [He insists again, and this time follows up by kissing the opposite side of Ashe's face to their hands. He kisses the soft of his cheek, where his freckles start and where it's warmest. Despite how lovely and familiar it is, when he pulls away, Felix is wholly dissatisfied. They've been apart for five years. A cheek kiss isn't going to cut it.
He tilts Ashe's head (much less adjustment needed now with their lessor height different) and kisses him proper, on the lips.]
[ Though Ashe sees that kiss coming, his heart still threatens to burst straight out of his chest when their lips touch for the first time in years. Of course he knows he's missed Felix - he thought often of him, prayed for his safety daily while they were apart - but goddess, did he miss him. His warmth, his smell, his touch, everything.
Ashe leans in with a warm smile, curling his fingers into the front of his coat. Though he'd truly have no issues kissing Felix until their lips are sore, he lets the kiss come to its natural end so he can say what he should've said the second he saw him. ] I love you.
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Not that he can say much, with how his heart's fluttering like he's falling in love with Felix all over again. He gently rests his hand over Felix's, smile softer now. ] Maybe you do. Though I don't think I've noticed any new ones recently.
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I'll count. [He insists again, and this time follows up by kissing the opposite side of Ashe's face to their hands. He kisses the soft of his cheek, where his freckles start and where it's warmest. Despite how lovely and familiar it is, when he pulls away, Felix is wholly dissatisfied. They've been apart for five years. A cheek kiss isn't going to cut it.
He tilts Ashe's head (much less adjustment needed now with their lessor height different) and kisses him proper, on the lips.]
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Ashe leans in with a warm smile, curling his fingers into the front of his coat. Though he'd truly have no issues kissing Felix until their lips are sore, he lets the kiss come to its natural end so he can say what he should've said the second he saw him. ] I love you.