[ He sings, and for a time, he forgets about everything. He forgets about where he is, and the choices he's made; the life he's left behind for now and the uncertainty of the future. He sings, and everything makes sense. He's all too aware of Isabelle's presence by his side but she doesn't interrupt, doesn't do anything until he's done, letting the song die on his lips before his eyes flutter open when Izzy tips his head down.
The kiss is soft, but it says a lot - it says a lot to him, anyway. It speaks of the inadequacy of words sometimes, of feelings being too much to fit around anything else than a kiss. Baby moves into the kiss, turning further into Isabelle and sliding a hand to her hip, his mug of tea left abandoned on the counter by their side.
He never thought his voice could ever elicit anything quite like this. This kind of response is making his stomach tumble over itself and his whole body come alive. He's definitely not going to sleep anytime soon, at this point. ]
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The kiss is soft, but it says a lot - it says a lot to him, anyway. It speaks of the inadequacy of words sometimes, of feelings being too much to fit around anything else than a kiss. Baby moves into the kiss, turning further into Isabelle and sliding a hand to her hip, his mug of tea left abandoned on the counter by their side.
He never thought his voice could ever elicit anything quite like this. This kind of response is making his stomach tumble over itself and his whole body come alive. He's definitely not going to sleep anytime soon, at this point. ]