[ Merrick places both his hands on Metaari's wrist, leaning into the touch. He doesn't feel hurt anymore. Instead he's still suspended above ground, his heartbeat so fast he's floating.
His jaw is set, his look intense, his eyes deeply vulnerable. His heart is completely bare, fragile glass between them that could fall and break with a single touch. ]
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Date: 2016-05-16 04:00 am (UTC)His jaw is set, his look intense, his eyes deeply vulnerable. His heart is completely bare, fragile glass between them that could fall and break with a single touch. ]
Say it.