[ Outlasting them would probably count as some form of sabotage. No running away now, with Mira on his lap. Every good fight is taken slowly, with great and exacting care. No reason why kissing shouldn't be handled with the same devouring attention to detail. Hot on adrenaline and this unfounded confidence, Tartaglia's holding onto his breath when that palm is smoothing over his cheek. Try as he might, he can't keep holding onto these thoughts fast enough, struggling to keep up the pursuit when his mind's draining out of any real enlightenment like a sieve. Come lift him out of helplessness, then. He's tired of being powerless.
Meeting their mouth, Tartaglia's soft and ungainly with his own, way too chaste before he thinks to shut his eyes to it. Tilting his head one way, he attempts to deepen it into disruptiveness, snared under this closeness. His heart's so loud, thudding up. His jaw's tight under it only initially, like a knife's been pressed to the softest part of his throat, but his lips part before long, licking over the lowermost one before he's prying to open them up with his tongue. ]
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Meeting their mouth, Tartaglia's soft and ungainly with his own, way too chaste before he thinks to shut his eyes to it. Tilting his head one way, he attempts to deepen it into disruptiveness, snared under this closeness. His heart's so loud, thudding up. His jaw's tight under it only initially, like a knife's been pressed to the softest part of his throat, but his lips part before long, licking over the lowermost one before he's prying to open them up with his tongue. ]