[ There's genuine surprise in Kalim's curious little hum. Jamil didn't think Kalim wanted to kiss him? Jamil didn't know? Jamil -- who knows everything and wields that knowledge like a poison-tipped weapon -- didn't see this for what it was, from the moment their lips first met in the menagerie?
That's-- Well. Shocking, quite frankly. Maybe Kalim's finally found Jamil's blind spot with all this; maybe he's so desperate to refuse any acknowledgment of Kalim's feelings for him, he's neglected to consider they might be mutual.
Kalim finishes off his tea, and carefully sets the saucer aside on the coffee table. It frees up his hands, and he catches Jamil's ankle when he makes to nudge at Kalim again. It's more to get his attention than any other reason, to get Jamil to lift his head and look him in the eye (and all he'll find there is aching sincerity). But now that it's there, his hand seems content to simply rest on Jamil's leg, fingertips twitching over his anklet like they're itching to dip beneath it. ]
I want to kiss you a lot! I know we're not supposed to, but it feels right. Like that's how we're meant to be. Or like it's just the next step in this path we've always walked together. So--
I want to. I'd like to! If that's what you want too.
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[ There's genuine surprise in Kalim's curious little hum. Jamil didn't think Kalim wanted to kiss him? Jamil didn't know? Jamil -- who knows everything and wields that knowledge like a poison-tipped weapon -- didn't see this for what it was, from the moment their lips first met in the menagerie?
That's-- Well. Shocking, quite frankly. Maybe Kalim's finally found Jamil's blind spot with all this; maybe he's so desperate to refuse any acknowledgment of Kalim's feelings for him, he's neglected to consider they might be mutual.
Kalim finishes off his tea, and carefully sets the saucer aside on the coffee table. It frees up his hands, and he catches Jamil's ankle when he makes to nudge at Kalim again. It's more to get his attention than any other reason, to get Jamil to lift his head and look him in the eye (and all he'll find there is aching sincerity). But now that it's there, his hand seems content to simply rest on Jamil's leg, fingertips twitching over his anklet like they're itching to dip beneath it. ]
I want to kiss you a lot! I know we're not supposed to, but it feels right. Like that's how we're meant to be. Or like it's just the next step in this path we've always walked together. So--
I want to. I'd like to! If that's what you want too.