[ it's that sound that forces the side of his face to press against hers too. desperately. wanting more of her sounds as he keeps touching her in tandem with her moves, feeling her hand going up to his nape. their foreheads meet it doesn't bother him at all, the answer though brings a longing sound of his own. ]

I'm here... I'm back... I'm... I'm sorry...

[ his waiting for her doesn't compare to her possibly yearning another chance to be together. she must have been so broken because of him, because of his stupid detachment and not wanting to deal with unnecessary pain. his free hand seeks her long hair to comb his fingers through the darkest locks. she's the most alluring and sweetest being he has ever seen.

and because of it, he can't resist any longer the throb that's starting to cause that ache for her and the wings' effect heightened it tenfold. ]

I've... wanted you... since-- since last December, gods... gods, I want to be inside you...