[his laugh is muffled into her shoulder, and he braces against the sudden swirl from hot to cold that her magic causes, squeezing a little tighter until she speaks. her voice is a tickle to his ear, and her words are a warmth that courses through him quicker than the chilly air can.
he has to let go eventually, of course, but not before he's struck with the memory of something Sayaka mentioned before. it fills him with a fresh bit of fear, but it's nothing that can overtake; it just adds to the thrill of being there in the moment.]
Madoka– [halting, holding a breath for a beat.] Do you think– Could I kiss you? [there's just a touch of worry in his smile.] I mean, I heard that...it was nice.
[not that he knew much of anything about it; it's all second- and third-hand information. still...]
nooo its ok ur work was insane
he has to let go eventually, of course, but not before he's struck with the memory of something Sayaka mentioned before. it fills him with a fresh bit of fear, but it's nothing that can overtake; it just adds to the thrill of being there in the moment.]
Madoka– [halting, holding a breath for a beat.] Do you think– Could I kiss you? [there's just a touch of worry in his smile.] I mean, I heard that...it was nice.
[not that he knew much of anything about it; it's all second- and third-hand information. still...]