[ It was a kiss that very much hearkened back to that day over a hundred years ago when their world had been new and manageable, with nothing more complicated than transfigurations classes and making it to the cafeteria on time so that they did not miss out on getting Essek his soup, or Caleb his apple tarts. Sweetness and such time had passed, and such heartache.
And Essek could taste the very softness of heartache in Bren's breath; understood that most of Bren's heartache came from Trent Ikithon and he wanted to launch a war, would launch a war in a way that he was not given the chance to with Caleb. It had been impossible to build a case, by that time Trent had disappeared underground but Essek knew he existed.
With Bren, he was given a second chance; the ability to protect that which he had failed to do so at the first time around, and he was going to treasure that chance as it came. Even as he felt Bren's lips slowly make it's descent down like drawing down the moon, and his breath caught in the second before contact. Bren's lips were warm, so vitally so-- the inaugural first kiss but not first kiss likewise. The kiss made his breath catch much like the first time and he rose up on his tiptoes to further alleviate the subtle lean down while his arms looped around those shoulders.
And when those lips parted slightly, he parted in turn and angled his head so that their lips could fit together perfectly, open-mouthed and yielding. Essek's mouth was warm, far warmer than it would've been at the beginning of the evening-- and tasted like Bren, but the hot pulsating vitality of him; of crimson and blood moons-- a taste that was made beautiful on those lips, nuanced and complex and a reflection of the other man ]
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And Essek could taste the very softness of heartache in Bren's breath; understood that most of Bren's heartache came from Trent Ikithon and he wanted to launch a war, would launch a war in a way that he was not given the chance to with Caleb. It had been impossible to build a case, by that time Trent had disappeared underground but Essek knew he existed.
With Bren, he was given a second chance; the ability to protect that which he had failed to do so at the first time around, and he was going to treasure that chance as it came. Even as he felt Bren's lips slowly make it's descent down like drawing down the moon, and his breath caught in the second before contact. Bren's lips were warm, so vitally so-- the inaugural first kiss but not first kiss likewise. The kiss made his breath catch much like the first time and he rose up on his tiptoes to further alleviate the subtle lean down while his arms looped around those shoulders.
And when those lips parted slightly, he parted in turn and angled his head so that their lips could fit together perfectly, open-mouthed and yielding. Essek's mouth was warm, far warmer than it would've been at the beginning of the evening-- and tasted like Bren, but the hot pulsating vitality of him; of crimson and blood moons-- a taste that was made beautiful on those lips, nuanced and complex and a reflection of the other man ]