[ sacrilege has a different sort of weight to it when angels and demons actively take it upon themselves to mess with your friend's lives, there's the full weight of understanding that higher powers are real and nick doesn't give a damn about any of them when nick tilts his chin up enough that he can touch his lips to the bottom of the bead hanging above his face. he's never cared much for the gods anyway, who gives a damn. the only worship he's ever held was for his friends, anyway.
it's easy enough from there to bump his nose into august's chin, a light little touch almost as gentle as the kiss. ]
Hey, you.
[ nick knows that it's selfish to be so pleased with this. circumstances are pretty dire, even if he'd rather not think about all that, and here he is smiling up at august like it's his birthday or something. but he can't really bring himself to do anything else right now, other than smile and smile. it's just--been a while, and nick has missed him a lot, and he's never quite willing to ask people to come back in case they tell him no, but he's wanted to see august for a while. so, he smiles, and he leans his head up to meet august in a kiss even if it means he has to crane his neck awkwardly far, and he's still smiling through that, too. he doesn't even really break it when he speaks again, just sort of murmurs against his lips quiet enough that august really has to listen to hear. ]
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it's easy enough from there to bump his nose into august's chin, a light little touch almost as gentle as the kiss. ]
Hey, you.
[ nick knows that it's selfish to be so pleased with this. circumstances are pretty dire, even if he'd rather not think about all that, and here he is smiling up at august like it's his birthday or something. but he can't really bring himself to do anything else right now, other than smile and smile. it's just--been a while, and nick has missed him a lot, and he's never quite willing to ask people to come back in case they tell him no, but he's wanted to see august for a while. so, he smiles, and he leans his head up to meet august in a kiss even if it means he has to crane his neck awkwardly far, and he's still smiling through that, too. he doesn't even really break it when he speaks again, just sort of murmurs against his lips quiet enough that august really has to listen to hear. ]
I missed you, you know.