It's not supposed to be like this. Is it my fault I can't wake up like you need me to be, or is it because of the story? Maybe it doesn't matter. It comes back to the same thing in the end.
[ Frustration is flaring in Alan's eyes, and he feels an overwhelming need to do something. ]
There has to be something I can do. It can't all come from you and Polaris. [ He leans into her again, forehead pressing more against hers. It's their gesture, the thing they do together, and it usually comforts him. That feeling of comfort is less now, but he does the action anyway. It still means something to him.
He leans more into the kiss, not wanting it to end, even if it will inevitably have to. They will have to stop, to come up for air, and more importantly, they'll be needed for the fight that's coming. But he doesn't want to let this chance go. If this is their only time to be together, to be themselves, he's not going to miss this chance. In the back of his mind is another thought, however, and it's a persistent one. He doesn't want to voice it just yet, because that would mean stopping the kiss.
He kisses her again, his lips covering hers as all his hunger and need for this moment with her flows through them both as they kiss. His hand shifts to the side of her neck, fingers lightly curling around it as the kiss continues. He feels breathless, but he's not willing to break the connection yet.
He feels something prodding at his mind, as if that incessant idea that won't go away or fade to the background is stubbornly trying to draw his attention.
Not yet. I don't want to think about that just yet. I feel like it'll work, but it has just as much of a chance of not working. I need- We need this moment, right now, in case this is our last chance. Our last time doing this. The idea can wait. It has to wait. ]
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[ Frustration is flaring in Alan's eyes, and he feels an overwhelming need to do something. ]
There has to be something I can do. It can't all come from you and Polaris. [ He leans into her again, forehead pressing more against hers. It's their gesture, the thing they do together, and it usually comforts him. That feeling of comfort is less now, but he does the action anyway. It still means something to him.
He leans more into the kiss, not wanting it to end, even if it will inevitably have to. They will have to stop, to come up for air, and more importantly, they'll be needed for the fight that's coming. But he doesn't want to let this chance go. If this is their only time to be together, to be themselves, he's not going to miss this chance. In the back of his mind is another thought, however, and it's a persistent one. He doesn't want to voice it just yet, because that would mean stopping the kiss.
He kisses her again, his lips covering hers as all his hunger and need for this moment with her flows through them both as they kiss. His hand shifts to the side of her neck, fingers lightly curling around it as the kiss continues. He feels breathless, but he's not willing to break the connection yet.
He feels something prodding at his mind, as if that incessant idea that won't go away or fade to the background is stubbornly trying to draw his attention.
Not yet. I don't want to think about that just yet. I feel like it'll work, but it has just as much of a chance of not working. I need- We need this moment, right now, in case this is our last chance. Our last time doing this. The idea can wait. It has to wait. ]