#{{ 📸 softies caught in 4k }}

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captivemuses asked:

Gib kissy. Kiss the ginger. Smooch him. He wants pretty future wife captain attention.

Grabs the ginger's scarf to pull him closer. The captain finds comfort in this warmth and exchanged touches. The way their lips perfectly lock makes it seem as if they were the missing pieces needed to complete this puzzle all along. It seems right. Feels right.

The kiss is not ardent. It is not filled with a passion typical of lovers in trance. Instead, it is gentle. Pure. It is a kiss that invites and soothes. Kaeya closes his eyes. Foreheads touch and noses rub together. A sigh can be heard — straight from the depths of his infatuated heart. Oh, how he rejoices in the serenity of this affection.

«Satisfied, my love?» Heaven only knows Kaeya is not.