[His answer is immediate, a low whisper against her lips as his eyes open just enough so he can see her. The hand behind her head remains, fingers now threading through the long, black strands as the other wraps around her waist, not allowing her to pull back any farther than this.
He then moves so that his lips brush against her tears before lightly kissing the tops of her eyes.]
...It's the same for me.
[Perhaps it's surprising, perhaps not given his character, but Eustace has never had any interest in sharing any kind of intimate physical relationship with anyone. Hell has he even hugged anyone? Maybe a child if they needed comforting but not an adult.
For over twenty years his heart had no need, no desire, no room, for any of it. It was shut off from such feelings for so long that while he understood and was aware of such things, he personally could not really relate. It's only been recently that he's been able to feel anything more than hatred and deep rooted revenge, more than isolation and the need to stay alone. To focus solely on his mission. But now he can smile more freely, be more like his true self that's been frozen for so long. But it's still new for him to, discovering parts of himself he never realized.
And while there are a few key figures that helped chip away certain parts of him and helped thaw his once bitter heart, Tifa...
His face lowers so he can look into her red eyes, already drawn in by the emotions reflected through them. He tries to restrain himself, wanting to be gentle and considerate of her own feelings, but the temptation is too great and he lightly kisses her again before murmuring against her mouth, his words, low, deep murmur that carries the weight of his emotions and desires.]
...You're the first one who's ever made me feel this way.
[First one to make him feel such a burning desire to want more, to experience this strange thirst for another person. It's not even so much the physical pleasure of it, although it certainly plays a significant part. There's that deeper connection between them, that want to be near her just because he feels comfortable. A feeling that he misses whenever she's avoiding him. He's fine when they're separated, he's not that desperate or clingy, but if she runs away from him then it's a different matter entirely. It's hard for him to really explain, but it's something he hasn't quite felt with the others. He can be close to them, share some of his secrets with them and be comfortable as well, but with Tifa... There's a desire for more.
It's a selfish feeling, a greedy feeling.
One that continues to grow the more she lets him take.]
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[His answer is immediate, a low whisper against her lips as his eyes open just enough so he can see her. The hand behind her head remains, fingers now threading through the long, black strands as the other wraps around her waist, not allowing her to pull back any farther than this.
He then moves so that his lips brush against her tears before lightly kissing the tops of her eyes.]
...It's the same for me.
[Perhaps it's surprising, perhaps not given his character, but Eustace has never had any interest in sharing any kind of intimate physical relationship with anyone. Hell has he even hugged anyone? Maybe a child if they needed comforting but not an adult.
For over twenty years his heart had no need, no desire, no room, for any of it. It was shut off from such feelings for so long that while he understood and was aware of such things, he personally could not really relate. It's only been recently that he's been able to feel anything more than hatred and deep rooted revenge, more than isolation and the need to stay alone. To focus solely on his mission. But now he can smile more freely, be more like his true self that's been frozen for so long. But it's still new for him to, discovering parts of himself he never realized.
And while there are a few key figures that helped chip away certain parts of him and helped thaw his once bitter heart, Tifa...
His face lowers so he can look into her red eyes, already drawn in by the emotions reflected through them. He tries to restrain himself, wanting to be gentle and considerate of her own feelings, but the temptation is too great and he lightly kisses her again before murmuring against her mouth, his words, low, deep murmur that carries the weight of his emotions and desires.]
...You're the first one who's ever made me feel this way.
[First one to make him feel such a burning desire to want more, to experience this strange thirst for another person. It's not even so much the physical pleasure of it, although it certainly plays a significant part. There's that deeper connection between them, that want to be near her just because he feels comfortable. A feeling that he misses whenever she's avoiding him. He's fine when they're separated, he's not that desperate or clingy, but if she runs away from him then it's a different matter entirely. It's hard for him to really explain, but it's something he hasn't quite felt with the others. He can be close to them, share some of his secrets with them and be comfortable as well, but with Tifa... There's a desire for more.
It's a selfish feeling, a greedy feeling.
One that continues to grow the more she lets him take.]