A soft kiss on the neck, and a gentle rubbing on the back.
That was all he really had to hold on too, as his lover was never really home.
Damn war.
It was tearing them both apart, for how could you hold on to something that could never be touched, something… insubstantial?
But still, he waited.
Ryouko here, actually trying to write something serious.
Let's see how that goes.
Oh, I don't own avatar.