Of Cold and Warmth IVMore Like This
"How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said."
~ Victor Hugo
Nezumi's hair fanned around his head on the pillow when he dropped himself back down on the bed, breathing out his relief. Shion watched his expression relax, his entire endeavor mirroring a sense of familiarity and a habitual ease. Nezumi knew how to be with Shion like this. They both knew how to be together like this. That was why Shion had never considered