[ Jin Ling moves back to give him space on the windowsill, but not so far as to miss out on the kiss. His cheeks go read. He's sure he'll never get used to the easy way Lestat shows affection. ]
You could've come in through the front if you wanted to talk face to face.
[ Lestat's eyes are the ones worth being looked into up close; vivid summer blue despite the dim lighting. There's a weight to them, pulling him down, and Jin Ling lets himself be drawn in to take a kiss of his own. The quiet of the evening and their closeness seems to form a bubble of privacy around them.
He retreats to the other side of the window to give Lestat and his instrument some room. ]
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You could've come in through the front if you wanted to talk face to face.
[ Lestat's eyes are the ones worth being looked into up close; vivid summer blue despite the dim lighting. There's a weight to them, pulling him down, and Jin Ling lets himself be drawn in to take a kiss of his own. The quiet of the evening and their closeness seems to form a bubble of privacy around them.
He retreats to the other side of the window to give Lestat and his instrument some room. ]
I do. I... I want to hear it again.