[Rean doesn't know what to expect once he closes the distance between them. His heart is hammering in his ears, but it's so different from any of the ways it ever has before. Anxiety, he's used to. Hell, he's even growing accustomed to how it feels when he taps into that unknown power. But this?
He's never been so simultaneously nervous and excited, elated and terrified.
Crow doesn't respond for a moment, and it's almost, almost enough to let the terror take hold. See? You've just been reading things wrong the whole time, it's just like we warned you, why don't you ever listen— but then he does reciprocate, and any ammunition his own voices had left is ripped to shreds.
A small sound rises in the back of his throat as Crow pulls him closer, Rean forced to prop himself up by one hand against the cold wall to prevent himself from just falling over onto Crow. Not that he'd entirely mind, but really, this is awkward enough without the potential of them bumping together uncomfortably. It'll get better with practice, he's sure.
And that's a thought that stirs butterflies in the cavity of his chest. They'll have time to practice. They'll have time to get lost in one another, to make up for an entire lifetime's worth of wasted time. Right now, for the first time, Rean – present and past alike – is complete.
There are other problems they'll have to unravel, he knows. One kiss can't erase their memories, can't erase Retrospec and Vanderwheele, can't erase the problems the current Crow Armbrust and Rean Schwarzer have to work through just to live their ordinary lives. But right now, in the heat of this moment, he feels like he has everything he's ever been searching for.
Eventually, they have to part for air, as much as Rean doesn't want to. When he does reluctantly pull away, though, he doesn't move far, just far enough back that he can speak and look into those red eyes.]
...let's... Let's finish combing this place for survivors, okay? Finish looking through this place, find whatever we were meant to, and go home.
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He's never been so simultaneously nervous and excited, elated and terrified.
Crow doesn't respond for a moment, and it's almost, almost enough to let the terror take hold. See? You've just been reading things wrong the whole time, it's just like we warned you, why don't you ever listen— but then he does reciprocate, and any ammunition his own voices had left is ripped to shreds.
A small sound rises in the back of his throat as Crow pulls him closer, Rean forced to prop himself up by one hand against the cold wall to prevent himself from just falling over onto Crow. Not that he'd entirely mind, but really, this is awkward enough without the potential of them bumping together uncomfortably. It'll get better with practice, he's sure.
And that's a thought that stirs butterflies in the cavity of his chest. They'll have time to practice. They'll have time to get lost in one another, to make up for an entire lifetime's worth of wasted time. Right now, for the first time, Rean – present and past alike – is complete.
There are other problems they'll have to unravel, he knows. One kiss can't erase their memories, can't erase Retrospec and Vanderwheele, can't erase the problems the current Crow Armbrust and Rean Schwarzer have to work through just to live their ordinary lives. But right now, in the heat of this moment, he feels like he has everything he's ever been searching for.
Eventually, they have to part for air, as much as Rean doesn't want to. When he does reluctantly pull away, though, he doesn't move far, just far enough back that he can speak and look into those red eyes.]
...let's... Let's finish combing this place for survivors, okay? Finish looking through this place, find whatever we were meant to, and go home.
Together. Like we were always meant to.
Okay?