[He should pull out, but... he wants to remain like this, just a little longer. He’s spent, warm, and having Ventus beneath him with his fingers in his hair. He’s not in a hurry to go anywhere just yet.]
[Slowly, his eyes open, and he looks up at Ventus. The green has taken over the entirety of his pupils, not a trace of gold left.]
[Even if he knew he should be concerned, he’s not. He’s connected to his light. That’s all that matters.]
no subject
[Slowly, his eyes open, and he looks up at Ventus. The green has taken over the entirety of his pupils, not a trace of gold left.]
[Even if he knew he should be concerned, he’s not. He’s connected to his light. That’s all that matters.]