#The I trust you is 100% a callback to Celia saying that causing Elena to kiss her in born to run

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

11 for the kiss prompts???

Hehe that's so perfect for Muro/Elena tyyyy [from this ask game]

11, when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

Pretty early after the two have met again, Muro still very uncertain about himself and Elena unable to contain her affection for him. ft proud father uncle caretaker Muro wanting Elena & Rametta to meet

It had been a long afternoon, late lunch at one of Muros favourite cafés, run by an old acquaintance- of both of them in fact- who respected Muros wish for discretion and privacy, turned lengthy discussions of Elenas life, with him occasionally contributing what little of his life remained unrelated to what Elena left to escape.

Rametta and Cecio mainly, his pride in his they grew up, in how they have defied the misguided lessons they were taught.

"I think you two would get on,"

Elena hummed in curiosity, fingers intertwined with his on the table, thumb gently rubbing the back of his own, her sharp eyes having figured out what few areas of skin on his hands still had sensation, and smirking in delight every time he noticed again, cheeks ever so subtly darkening, but his eyes darting away much more obvious in how she affects him.

"There's a lot you could discuss, i think it would be good for her to talk to someone-"

"Talk woman to woman?" The arch of Elenas eyebrow indicated he should chose his words carefully.

"You both had to fight to be women, fight to be feminine in the way you wanted to be, it's different, but I think it would be nice for her to know she's not the only one taking on that fight- God knows my experiences can't help in that regard,"

An affirmative hum is his answer, one hes more than happy with-

"You really care about her, don't you?"

He can feel his forehead creasing, "Of course I do, shes a great kid-"

Elenas laugh is filled with joy and fondness, the sharp edges on everything she used to do now worn away.

"You haven't fucking changed, have you? Not in any way that matters, you still have that big heart and all that love you barely know what to do with,"

Before Muro can insist on all the ways he has changed, for the worse, insist on all the ways he's so far from who he used to be, Elenas brown eyes are suddenly right in font of him, suddenly closing, dark lashes fanned against her cheeks-

His own eyes stay open as their lips touch, heart racing in panic, he needs her to know what a mistake she's making-

He takes a few seconds of shock but finally manages to pull back.

“I’m sorry, are you sure you-”

Elena leans in again to peck him on the lips, thumb still rubbing circles on his own. Her eyes are filled with sorrow, but quickly replaced with determination.

"I didn't realise you were still so affected by me,"

"This isn't something to laugh at, 'Lena, you left for a reason,"

The corners of her eyes crinkled, overwhelming fondness clear on her face, but how could it be for him?

"I came back for one to, my lovely idiota, and I'm wise enough to know how to navigate here without falling into those old traps, what, you think I haven't found dangerous things to do besides you?"

His cheeks burn at that last turn of phrase, greeted with a smirk, 'Lena knowing exactly what words she picked.

"I don't mind taking it slow Muro, you know this place and it's pitfalls better than me, but I'm tired of giving up the people I love to stay safe, what's a little trip to this side of town every now and again going to do to me really?"

Midnight phone calls from scared women he occasionally interacted with, repeating demands from his enemies at gunpoint filled his ears, Cecios tearstained face as he revealed that the scholarship was a trap from Passione, Conficcare with a black eye because someone knew enough that Muro cared about him, but not enough that he was dangerous too, and so many other images flooded his minds eye.

"More than you could know, the stakes have changed,"

"I trust you to keep me safe Muro, and I can hold my own, I even have my own enemies I'll need to protect you from,"

He finally pulls his hand away, untangling it from hers, eyes staring anywhere but at her.

"Slow, very slow- places that keep quiet, places without ears and records-"

Lips quicky brush against his forehead, dragging his eyes back to her-

"Sounds perfect,"

He slumps against the table, a large sigh turning to chuckles.

"You haven't- god I love you-"

He scrambles back into hight alert, wishing he could claw back those words-

"Love you to, idiota, I love you too,"

Maybe it will work out, certainly if Elena gets any say in the matter.

He can't hide the fondness in his voice, not sure why he ever tried, "I missed you,"