send me a ღ for a kiss from my muse

And cue the immediate flush on the Vessalius’ cheeks, this should and shouldn’t surprise her; Vincent was the bolder one of the two anyway when it came to physical affection, but still.

(Be brave Ada, it’s only one kiss after all…)

A quick smile just to show that she was at ease for the most part, and a hand came up to gently hold Vincent’s cheek as she stretched up onto her tiptoes to reach him more comfortably.

Three seconds pass, then four, then five, and Ada pulled away gently and hoped her cheeks weren’t too pink that he’d inquire if something was wrong. She just likes kisses to and from Vincent is all. Don’t tell Uncle Oscar.