He brushes hair away for a moment longer, letting fingers twirl around it playfully before his hand settles on the back of his friend's neck.
"Simply a distraction which can prove to the both of us that this is not a dream." They have been here together for several days now yet even so, not even Emet-Selch can shake that little nagging doubt that rears from time to time, that this was all an illusion, that he had finally flipped.
But in dreams you cannot touch, and feel the warmth, nor relish in the scents of the tea, or shampoo used. Not with the same intensity anyway, and he's know because he'd certainly thought of it over time.
"...Not a bad dream, anyway." He adds on, amused by his own thoughts as he leans in to press smirking lips into the ones before him, as he casually drops his other arm to meet the other in intertwining around Hythlodaeus' neck. The kiss is slow and languid, he is in no rush and they have the time to spare.
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"Simply a distraction which can prove to the both of us that this is not a dream." They have been here together for several days now yet even so, not even Emet-Selch can shake that little nagging doubt that rears from time to time, that this was all an illusion, that he had finally flipped.
But in dreams you cannot touch, and feel the warmth, nor relish in the scents of the tea, or shampoo used. Not with the same intensity anyway, and he's know because he'd certainly thought of it over time.
"...Not a bad dream, anyway." He adds on, amused by his own thoughts as he leans in to press smirking lips into the ones before him, as he casually drops his other arm to meet the other in intertwining around Hythlodaeus' neck. The kiss is slow and languid, he is in no rush and they have the time to spare.