[ confession all done, sandalphon could only bask in the joy that came with being accepted. to love and to be loved— wasn’t that what lucifer would have wanted, he asks himself. he also enjoys how corrin is just as bright red as he is— and being asked for a kiss only makes the angel flush even deeper red. was he ready for a kiss?
…
it doesn’t matter.
the angel takes his free hand to cradle corrin’s face, reveling in the touch for a moment or two before pressing their lips together as gently as he could. soft and pillowy, with the lightest taste of tea. he quite liked it. it felt right to do this.
after what felt like forever (he wishes it was forever), he pulls away. ]
no subject
…
it doesn’t matter.
the angel takes his free hand to cradle corrin’s face, reveling in the touch for a moment or two before pressing their lips together as gently as he could. soft and pillowy, with the lightest taste of tea. he quite liked it. it felt right to do this.
after what felt like forever (he wishes it was forever), he pulls away. ]
How was that…?