It was Alvi he was kissing. The composed, cold, white phoenix who rarely showed any emotion. Yet now, shock spread across his features. His eyes widened, his body stiffened, as if a single drop of water had fallen onto a frozen, snowy field, slowly melting the thick, unyielding ice.
Ellio’s lips were soft against Alvi’s. The phoenix’s first instinct was to push him away, but the attempt faltered when his gaze fell on Ellio’s face. The human’s eyes were tightly shut, tiny glimmers of tears clinging to the corners, lashes trembling ever so slightly.
Surprisingly, Alvi did not pull back. Instead, he let Ellio’s kiss linger. In that brief, intimate moment, he understood the desperation, the hurt, and the silent plea that the human was trying to convey.
Xorran, who had his eyes slightly wide
