[Is almost like a swan-song at that point. The last act of attempting to be defiant, and failing. His trembling voice betrays him, and he makes a satisfied sound at the kiss, enough to pull away from his hair and move a little lower to his neck. Hovering. Unsure what to do. Trying not to be frustrated about it. What was that term he'd heard again on those forums? Ahh right; he didn't want to be a pillow king.
He knows he shouldn't use up too much more of his magic, as he already has. Buthis hand feels hotter to the touch, a more plesent feeling than a cold one. He's trying. That counts, right?]
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[Is almost like a swan-song at that point. The last act of attempting to be defiant, and failing. His trembling voice betrays him, and he makes a satisfied sound at the kiss, enough to pull away from his hair and move a little lower to his neck. Hovering. Unsure what to do. Trying not to be frustrated about it. What was that term he'd heard again on those forums? Ahh right; he didn't want to be a pillow king.
He knows he shouldn't use up too much more of his magic, as he already has. Buthis hand feels hotter to the touch, a more plesent feeling than a cold one. He's trying. That counts, right?]