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it was one of those little things, things that would make the unaware roll their eyes in amusement. it was one of those simple things, romanticized in films yet only a fantasy to everyone. well, except them.
the sun was quickly setting, soon being replaced by a dark blue sky. it was the kind of blue deeper than the hue of azurite, darker than even the most unknown points of the dashlands. its shade was a beautiful contrast against zodiac's hair.
well, everything about zodiac was beautiful. everything about this was beautiful.
zodiac placed his right hand on kenos' shoulder, with his left arm pulling the two of them closer together. their foreheads were touching, and for a moment it felt as if they were one, connected together by fate.
their joined silhouettes were illuminated by the moon's glow, adding a gleaming light to an already majestic scene.
flames burned in their hearts, and there were no laughs. there were no signs of disbelief. no- this was life. this was love. this was not a childish infatuation doomed to end in a few days or so. this was not a spark that can be extinguished by the wind. no, this was a flame and the wind could only make it stronger. nothing else can be done except to fuel it. forever was uncertain for all things, yet neither of them wanted this moment to end.
zodiac reached out, his right hand now on the back of kenos' neck, gently carding through the soft hair. and heavens, it felt mesmerizing. he could feel every texture on kenos' skin, every perfectly imperfect mark. this was proof, zodiac supposed, that they were more than just status symbols for the players. they were more than a ranking and a challenge for players to conquer, no, they were their own.
all the sounds surrounding them faded into nothingness. all they heard were each other's breaths, and it felt as if they could see everything important though their eyes were closed. for there is nothing else worth sensing now that they've seen each other, heard each other, and held each other in ways indescribable by words.
sure, doing this was normal. it was regular. yet that does not take away the magic of it all. there is magic in knowing that this was and is a constant thing. in all the things that have changed and will change in their lives as levels, it was magical enough to have this one thing, this one simple thing remain steadfast.
they might as well have stayed like that forever. the sun had set, yet they were still in place, basking in the silence that spoke a thousand words. these tiny things, these mundane moments, these small scenes - they were ethereal.
but alas, all good things have to end. they have to head back home, after all. yet such a scene deserves its movie-like ending.
"i love you, zo."
"i love you too, kenos."
hand in hand, they walk back home.