[ The end to the kiss is abrupt, and for a moment Childe blinks in surprise, the hands on his shoulder and on his wrist puzzling him.
A sheepish look overtakes his face, and he actually laughs a little, sounding less embarrassed than he looks. ]
Ah - did I read the mood wrong? Sorry.
[ To his credit, though, he doesn't continue, but he doesn't pull away, either. His thumb stings a little from where he's pricked it, but the blood beading onto his skin is slower this time around, like it's already started to slow down. He uses that hand to gently brush the tears threatening to spill from Shell's eyes in a gesture that's probably more affectionate than it should be. ]
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A sheepish look overtakes his face, and he actually laughs a little, sounding less embarrassed than he looks. ]
Ah - did I read the mood wrong? Sorry.
[ To his credit, though, he doesn't continue, but he doesn't pull away, either. His thumb stings a little from where he's pricked it, but the blood beading onto his skin is slower this time around, like it's already started to slow down. He uses that hand to gently brush the tears threatening to spill from Shell's eyes in a gesture that's probably more affectionate than it should be. ]