[Cece sinks into the kiss, as desperate to be loved and wanted herself -- just in her own way. he had no choice in being made a weapon, a tool...she gave into the path willingly, accepting a self-fulfilling prophecy of solitude.
this is still make-believe, isn't it? but it's nice to feel appreciated in this way. it's not that he loves her, of course; how can he? he barely knows her!
but kissing feels good. shame she never let herself indulge before.
as he murmurs those words against her mouth, her heart aches.]
We'll see.
[it's a bit too much to ask of her to truly believe in something he says so certainly, but she can pretend for a little while and ignore the ache in her chest in favor of a kiss.]
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this is still make-believe, isn't it? but it's nice to feel appreciated in this way. it's not that he loves her, of course; how can he? he barely knows her!
but kissing feels good. shame she never let herself indulge before.
as he murmurs those words against her mouth, her heart aches.]
We'll see.
[it's a bit too much to ask of her to truly believe in something he says so certainly, but she can pretend for a little while and ignore the ache in her chest in favor of a kiss.]