He stuck his tongue into her mouth intriguely, with skill. It was sloppy and wet. The insides of her mouth, he cheek, her tongue, warmed up, and it almost felt appealing to her. She went for it too, she was deeply hypnotized by the taste of his lips, but he stopped. He stopped and waited. His eyes flickered around, playing with her feelings. It wasn't on purpose, but it was too at the same time. As if he was searching for something he had sensed earlier that belonged to him, that he had let go of. The next thing she knew was that his was gazing into her wild blue eyes, mesmerised and held back by the sudden recognition from his past life. Her eyes looked through his flaws, his mere facade, his soul. He had found her, after decades of waiting and staying. Who her? He asked himself. He had found her, but who 'her' is, he doesn't know.
He had never been so swept away by such beauty, and he had lost his grip on reality and drifted far from where he thought he'd actually go. Her slumber eyes, they brought back old memories of remorse and the icy grave that they (the mysterious she and him) walked on when it was time to face the truth, that the black magic wielder had ended his life, himself.
They had sworn to keep what's safer to them at the moment than the never-ending possibilities and risks of being a wizard closer to them.
He was shook back into reality by the tiny waves of shivers that crawled on his skin that (from what he could judge) coruscated in this dull loveless (or full of love in this case) room filled with blunt will. In actuality, everything was fine, he still had the angel's face cupped in between his gelid, numb hands. But in his mind, he felt in a way, deranged reason being these mixed emotions that were wallowing on the bottom of his heart, playing a big part in future decision but he rid the doubt and uncertainty of his sanity with the reminiscence of his past lover, Luna Michelle Lanka.
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