Rowan’s mouth parting slightly in surprise. She… she never got compliments like that. It made her heart flutter like a caged bird. “I…” They were so close, gosh, she didn’t even know how to think. Only that, it he wanted to… Rowan wouldn’t mind if he wanted to lean closer.
Alvor was so shy as he gazed at her. He could feel her warm breath fan across his lips. He gazed at her, his own heterochromia eyes glinting in the light. He gazes at her before leaning forward, hesitating before kissing her slowly. He pulled away, unsure if she even wanted to be kissed. "S-sorry-"
When Alvor kissed her, she imagined that was what freedom tasted like. When he pulled away, she only crossed the distance between them and kissed him this time. Rowan used her right arm to pull him closer, her heart pounding a thousand times a minute.
He kissed her back, his eyes shutting. Her lips were sweet, addicting almost. He loved how close he was to her, and gave a little content sigh. The butterflies were fluttering rapidly in his stomach as he stayed close to her. He slowly pulled away and smiled at her gently.
Rowan’s eyes fluttered shut. Never, not in a billion years, would she ever have even imagined a kiss like this. Especially not when she was here, in the hospital, basically a cripple. It was the most wonderful feeling she ever felt. When Alvor pulled away she smiled back at him. “That was… that was amazing.”
Alvor never expected to find someone, but this, this was absolutely amazing to experience. He smiled at her. "Y-yeah. That was." He mutters as he gazes at her, a small smile on his lips as he gazes at her. This is how dad and papa felt when they fell in love. He rested his head against her shoulder.
“I never expected anyone would ever want to kiss me…” She mumbled, leaning her head against his. Her heart was still pounding. She didn’t even know she would like someone like this.
"Neither did I…" He chuckles softly as he smiles at her. He pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. He slowly sat up, gently pulling her up with him. He smiled at her and gently cupped her cheek.
Rowan’s heart skipped a beat when he kissed her cheek and held her so closely. But she knew that if they were to go any farther with a relationship, she would be selfish to not tell him the truth. It’d be better to have my heart broken now rather than later. “Alvor… I want to tell you something in case maybe… we were to get into a relationship together…” Rowan looked away in shame, her face turning red again as she mumbled, “I-I’m genderfluid.”
He gazed at her smiled gently as he listened carefully. He gazes at her for a moment, absolutely silent before leaning forward and kissing her gently. "And I'm pansexual, darling." He mutters as he gazes at her. There is no way I'm leaving her. He determines to himself. "But…" He whispers. "There's a high possibility that I am going to die, Rowan. Are you sure you want that?" He whispers as he rests his forehead on hers.
When Alvor kissed her again, this warm bubbly feeling in her chest and she smiled -probably the widest smile she ever had- when he said those kind words. This feeling of belonging, of being loved, of living. She couldn’t even have stopped her eyes from watering a little out of joy, but she blinked them away.
When Alvor said his next words, a sinking feeling settled in her chest. Here she was, finally finding someone who not only accepted her, but loved her too. And he was dying. “I… I want you,” She whispered, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “I’ve never felt this way before, and even if…. There’s still a chance. Your dads are looking for a cure, you still can…”
He wanted nothing more then to be with her. He loved her desperately. He loved her smile, her bright eyes. Everything. He felt like he had found his place and it was right beside her. He gazed at her for a moment, his finger tracing her cheek as he gazed at her. He gave a hopeless little smile, knowing that he had a short time with her, and he was going to spend every second with her. He loved her so much. When he heard her say she wanted him he felt his eyes water and he kissed her gently again. "Alright." He whispers as he holds her close.
Rowan kissed him back, savoring it and trying to ignore the daunting clock on the wall which suddenly became much more important. She pulled herself closer so they were flush against each other. Rowan tucked her head into Alvor’s shoulder, her hands trailed down to his lower back. “We’re gonna make it through this,” She mumbled into his skin, taking a deep breath and memorizing his scent.
He nods and smiles a little. He ignored the daunting clock, he didn't want to think about how much time left, but the time that he had left. He kissed her forehead and held her close, leaning into her warmth. He rubbed his hands up and down her back in a soothing manner, kissing her lips gently. "Yeah. We'll make it though this…" He whispers as he holds her, wanting nothing more then to be with her.
Rowan leaned into his touch and savored his warmth. She kissed him back sweetly, her lips yearning for more. She never realized how little she normally got touched until Alvor was holding her. Rowan realized she didn’t want to be alone anymore. She kissed him again, her lips growing needy and we’re hinted with a touch of desperation. If they didn’t have much time… Rowan would make sure to enjoy every second.
Alvor clung to her like she was his life line. She was, in a way. She was beautiful, kind, gentle and Alvor loved her. She's gorgeous. He smiled, yearning to to be closer to her. His hands played with her hair, tracing her back and hips. His touches were gentle, his eyes shut as he sighed happily. He tried to memorize everything about her, he didn't want to leave her. "I love you." He whispers softly.
She hummed a little at the feeling of Alvor’s hands on her hair and hips and back, leaning into his fingers. He was so gentle and perfect, she just wanted to stay with him. “I love you too,” She whispered back, closing her eyes and leaning her forehead on Alvor. “When I went into the hospital… I thought I was robbed of my teenage years, that I’d never get to experience falling in love and and having friends and kissing someone for the first time…” She told him softly, smiling a little, “But I was proved wrong.”
Alvor smiled gently at her and rests against her. In the chaos of the storm, she was his peace. Rowan was everything to him. With so little time on his hands, his wanted to be with her. He snuggles into her shoulder and smiled warmly. "I understand that." He whispers as he ran a hand through her hair. "I was- when I was little, I almost died without my dads. And as I grew up, there was this constant fear of the fact that I might die again. But… I'm not scared anymore. I have you now." He loved her. He snuggled into her and sighed quietly. "I love you." He whispers as he holds onto Rowan.
Rowan smiled, her heart warming by Alvor’s sweet words. She never felt like anything important—heck, a one point she didn’t even care if she died or not from her illness, but now… Rowan wanted to stay with Alvor for as long as possible. She leaned her head into his hand, and snuggling into him too as he spoke. “I love you too.” Rowan passed herself flush against Alvor, ignoring the slight pain it brought from moving. It felt like nothing compared to how she loved Alvor.
He smiled at her and nuzzles into her skin, inhaling her scent. She was everything to him. He wanted to stay with her for as long as possible. He held her close, not willing to let go. He made sure to keep aware of her arm, and making sure she was comfortable as he held her. "We'll make it." he promises softly.
Rowan closed her eyes, soaking him in. She smiled a little, holding up her right hand, “Pinkie promise?” Rowan whispered with a small smile, even though a bit of sadness shown in her eyes.
He gazes at her for a moment and kisses her forehead. He offered her his hand and wrapped his pinky around hers. "I promise." he mutters softly as he kisses her gently. "I pinkie promies." he whispers as he rests his forehead on hers.
Rowan squeezed his pinky with hers -it ached a little but she ignored that- and kissed him back. The odds were against them. And Rowan didn’t give a damn. “Then we will make it through this,” She affirmed with a smile, keeping he eyes closed as she leaned in for another kiss.
He held her close to him and smiles gently as he kissed her forehead. "I know, my love." He whispers. He knew the odds were against them, but he sighed and shook his head. "We'll make it." He whispers softly as he kissed her forehead.
Rowan smiled at the sweet kisses on her forehead, cherished each and every touch and kiss and everything.
“Rowan? Where are you?” A voice called, and Rowan’s eyes widened in a little bit of a panic. The nurse.