[ His mind starts catching up to what the core of him knows, an aftershock that reverberates in all of his bones, a lightning bolt through all of his nerves. Love? Of course he knows what love is. He's even heard it said off handedly to him before, but not in a serious way. Never once like this.
The warmth in his chest spreads like a wildfire, cheeks flush and a brigther red than even the kisses of the sun in a desert oasis. "Is that what this is?" He asks himself dumbly. Aguero has never once considered that his desire and drive to do anything, to do the impossible for the people he cherishes is love.
Ahhhh.
It's not wrong or he would have rejected it already, which means—
Tatara is a blossom of fireworks, not a star. Much too warm, much too bright, someone he can't look away from, someone who blinds him to the rest of the world around him. Someone who puts a real smile on his face, someone who makes him wonder and think of the impossible, someone who makes him feel even though he thought he was both born and raised to be numb.
Is that why he could never grasp the shape he was looking for, because it was an intangible wonder, a burst of light and fire to begin with? ]
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The warmth in his chest spreads like a wildfire, cheeks flush and a brigther red than even the kisses of the sun in a desert oasis. "Is that what this is?" He asks himself dumbly. Aguero has never once considered that his desire and drive to do anything, to do the impossible for the people he cherishes is love.
Ahhhh.
It's not wrong or he would have rejected it already, which means—
Tatara is a blossom of fireworks, not a star. Much too warm, much too bright, someone he can't look away from, someone who blinds him to the rest of the world around him. Someone who puts a real smile on his face, someone who makes him wonder and think of the impossible, someone who makes him feel even though he thought he was both born and raised to be numb.
Is that why he could never grasp the shape he was looking for, because it was an intangible wonder, a burst of light and fire to begin with? ]