[ He stops the kiss before it can escalate, and it's probably a good thing that he does. Just like Pyra, Mythra is easily carried away. Straddled upon him, with her face so close to his, and with his hands upon the bare skin of her back, she doesn't want to pull away just yet. His lips are sweet, his touch is warmth, and his eyes are the ocean in which she could drown.
The reminder is extremely sobering, however. The reason they came here had been-- that's right. Her memory shared with him. ]
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The reminder is extremely sobering, however. The reason they came here had been-- that's right. Her memory shared with him. ]
The past is the past.