[ Argenti just knows that Fray's heart is deep in there. That deep inside all of that conflict stirring in the depths of his soul, that he is fighting to stay as himself. All of these little signs - the way he can't look at him, the way he even flinched away, even if his hand seemed to near his blade afterwards...like a warning.
But, he thinks he knows Fray well, and he knows that the man does not mean it all with any semblance of malice. He remembers his own reaction in turn.
He has given so much to Fray. Still, seeing him like that, removing his helmet, Argenti takes a breath. Not because of simply the action, but the sight of what lay underneath it, unveiling those braids - clumsily done, yet all the same. ]
...I shall claim my other chance when we have truly reunited, my dear.
[ Argenti's words are gentle, yet firm, as he reaches out, fingers rising to at first ghost along Fray's face, almost as if to cup it on either side, but they instead slide back against the skin, to gently ride atop the haphazard work. Then, he softly hums for Fray, wanting him to hear something from him - every Knight of Beauty knows how to sing, after all. Songs that are more ethereal than human, even if he plans to save the final performance for later, when Fray is back with him. ]
You are beautiful, like a spring flower that has just bloomed; your crimson Beauty is beheld by your dear lover. Enduring, everlasting, enrapturing.
Remember this moment well, my dearest Fray.
[ Then, Argenti presses his lips, soft and daring, against Fray's, as his hands far from that hair to lie still, against his back as he leans into him. It's not a chaste kiss. It's not the desperate parting of bittersweet feelings. It's not a symbol of resignation. It's an expression of undying passion, of unwavering devotion - of love. He seeks to impart it to Fray - to mark it deeply upon his soul - as he envelopes him by such an action an embrace that he intends to temporarily cause his heart to be unable to deny the flame it may rekindle in him. ]
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But, he thinks he knows Fray well, and he knows that the man does not mean it all with any semblance of malice. He remembers his own reaction in turn.
He has given so much to Fray. Still, seeing him like that, removing his helmet, Argenti takes a breath. Not because of simply the action, but the sight of what lay underneath it, unveiling those braids - clumsily done, yet all the same. ]
...I shall claim my other chance when we have truly reunited, my dear.
[ Argenti's words are gentle, yet firm, as he reaches out, fingers rising to at first ghost along Fray's face, almost as if to cup it on either side, but they instead slide back against the skin, to gently ride atop the haphazard work. Then, he softly hums for Fray, wanting him to hear something from him - every Knight of Beauty knows how to sing, after all. Songs that are more ethereal than human, even if he plans to save the final performance for later, when Fray is back with him. ]
You are beautiful, like a spring flower that has just bloomed; your crimson Beauty is beheld by your dear lover. Enduring, everlasting, enrapturing.
Remember this moment well, my dearest Fray.
[ Then, Argenti presses his lips, soft and daring, against Fray's, as his hands far from that hair to lie still, against his back as he leans into him. It's not a chaste kiss. It's not the desperate parting of bittersweet feelings. It's not a symbol of resignation. It's an expression of undying passion, of unwavering devotion - of love. He seeks to impart it to Fray - to mark it deeply upon his soul - as he envelopes him by such an action an embrace that he intends to temporarily cause his heart to be unable to deny the flame it may rekindle in him. ]