[ his only reply is silence. if it was, he's lost her again. if it wasn't, she was close enough that she could be called a mirror image anyway. both hurt impossibly, but he doesn't want to focus on the memory
focusing on owain seems better. it seems better, yet, it might be too late. he wedges a hand behind himself and owain, roughly wiping away the tears he wants to fight against. that quickly doesn't feel like enough so he just roughly kisses owain instead ]
[ he kisses back just as rough. though, almost in contrast to the kiss, owain's hands come up and gently cradle the sides of gerome's face, thumbs reaching up to brush away the tears that escaped his eyes. ]
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focusing on owain seems better. it seems better, yet, it might be too late. he wedges a hand behind himself and owain, roughly wiping away the tears he wants to fight against. that quickly doesn't feel like enough so he just roughly kisses owain instead ]
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