[Leave it to Angeal to blame himself for their relationship not blossoming into romance sooner when Sephiroth was equally stubborn about not saying anything. (Not everything has to be your fault, sir.)
Sephiroth finally relinquishes his grip on Angeal's collar, letting his arm slide comfortably back around the other man's shoulders. His other hand remains in Angeal's hair, however... The motions of his fingers have eased into something more relaxed, less yearning now-- idly combing sections of those soft raven strands between them.
--Did Angeal struggle to catch his breath just now? There's something to be said about the way having this effect over him feels, Sephiroth thinks. Having the ever stoic and stern Angeal be this over the moon for him makes him feel powerful in a way no elegant lash of Masamune could ever grant him. So... of course, when Angeal manages that sweetly lopsided smile for him, Sephiroth can't help but smile back. Fond. Warm. A little teasing, even.]
You didn't answer my question. [Which he assumes means: no, Angeal will not tell him if he gets uncomfortable. Still, the remark about flying earns a candid laugh.] I suppose, if you think you can carry me.
[Is that a challenge? It's hard to tell. They're pretty close in size, and Angeal's quite strong, but... Sephiroth's never had anyone even remotely try to pick him up before. For good reason, of course. Why risk losing a hand to such a silly endeavor?]
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Sephiroth finally relinquishes his grip on Angeal's collar, letting his arm slide comfortably back around the other man's shoulders. His other hand remains in Angeal's hair, however... The motions of his fingers have eased into something more relaxed, less yearning now-- idly combing sections of those soft raven strands between them.
--Did Angeal struggle to catch his breath just now? There's something to be said about the way having this effect over him feels, Sephiroth thinks. Having the ever stoic and stern Angeal be this over the moon for him makes him feel powerful in a way no elegant lash of Masamune could ever grant him. So... of course, when Angeal manages that sweetly lopsided smile for him, Sephiroth can't help but smile back. Fond. Warm. A little teasing, even.]
You didn't answer my question. [Which he assumes means: no, Angeal will not tell him if he gets uncomfortable. Still, the remark about flying earns a candid laugh.] I suppose, if you think you can carry me.
[Is that a challenge? It's hard to tell. They're pretty close in size, and Angeal's quite strong, but... Sephiroth's never had anyone even remotely try to pick him up before. For good reason, of course. Why risk losing a hand to such a silly endeavor?]