[The last thing he wants is to push Ardyn further down that path, the path he's already on, the path of Angel, and Rhys, and Choromatsu, but there's still hope, still a chance that Ardyn might fall the other way. And he shouldn't cling to that hope, but if he doesn't, who else is going to?
He's just lost. And someone's gotta guide him.
There is a suspended moment, between Ardyn's words, the hand on the coat, and hand in hand, and the fear and exhaustion and the hope and the terribly, horribly fucked up other emotions wrapped up in this terribly, horribly fucked up situation. A moment in this desperate vulnerability that stretches. A moment where Church realizes that maybe he should keep giving in to impulse, because if he doesn't, if he leaves things undone, there might not be a chance later. There might not be a lot of time left for any of them.
His mouth is dry, and all he can taste is fear and adrenaline, but he pushes forward anyway, quick, pressing his mouth to Ardyn's. One moment. Two moments. Three--
He pulls back, eyes wide, breathing temporarily hitting pause. Waits for the fallout while his own brain catches up to his actions.]
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He's just lost. And someone's gotta guide him.
There is a suspended moment, between Ardyn's words, the hand on the coat, and hand in hand, and the fear and exhaustion and the hope and the terribly, horribly fucked up other emotions wrapped up in this terribly, horribly fucked up situation. A moment in this desperate vulnerability that stretches. A moment where Church realizes that maybe he should keep giving in to impulse, because if he doesn't, if he leaves things undone, there might not be a chance later. There might not be a lot of time left for any of them.
His mouth is dry, and all he can taste is fear and adrenaline, but he pushes forward anyway, quick, pressing his mouth to Ardyn's. One moment. Two moments. Three--
He pulls back, eyes wide, breathing temporarily hitting pause. Waits for the fallout while his own brain catches up to his actions.]