[If Vincent was fire and he was ice, he really would need to beware, wouldn't he? But Kit had confidence in his mental acuity. As charming as the other boy was, as unexpectedly gentle as he could be, it wouldn't be enough to break down Kit's walls.]
Don't worry, I won't.
[No, the real problem was much worse.
As Vincent's hand settled into the small of his back, fingers kneading into the fabric of his shirt, Kit thought his demise would be much more violent if he wasn't careful. If he allowed himself to forget what this was all about and became caught up in trivial feelings instead, he would burn out like a star in Vincent's grasp. Brilliant, bright, and deadly. They wouldn't survive it. Probably, nothing in their vicinity would, either.
So the line remained drawn between them, even settled as closely together as they were. Vincent watched him, and Kit watched Vincent, but their expressions were like night and day, much like their thoughts. Vincent's mind was too beleaguered for heavy contemplation, and it was because Kit's was in a similar state that he needed the weight of what was truly important to ground him.
The haunting feeling. The headaches. And those strange flashes of another life. It all meant something much bigger than this. Something Vincent and he were caught in the middle of. The more Kit knew about everyone involved, the easier it would be to figure out what came next...]
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Don't worry, I won't.
[No, the real problem was much worse.
As Vincent's hand settled into the small of his back, fingers kneading into the fabric of his shirt, Kit thought his demise would be much more violent if he wasn't careful. If he allowed himself to forget what this was all about and became caught up in trivial feelings instead, he would burn out like a star in Vincent's grasp. Brilliant, bright, and deadly. They wouldn't survive it. Probably, nothing in their vicinity would, either.
So the line remained drawn between them, even settled as closely together as they were. Vincent watched him, and Kit watched Vincent, but their expressions were like night and day, much like their thoughts. Vincent's mind was too beleaguered for heavy contemplation, and it was because Kit's was in a similar state that he needed the weight of what was truly important to ground him.
The haunting feeling. The headaches. And those strange flashes of another life. It all meant something much bigger than this. Something Vincent and he were caught in the middle of. The more Kit knew about everyone involved, the easier it would be to figure out what came next...]