use of make believe
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It's a game that they like to play.

And each time they participate, the stakes raise, higher and higher, until there is no turning back.

A pretty compliment, a meaningful glance, a smile that is not quite there… their words are like jewellery, shiny ornaments forgotten in the dark. Tension builds as she feels his eyes rest on her, her own never leaving him.

His fingers brush her lightly, a touch, a tease; here one moment and gone the next.

Her lips close the distance, yet never reach the destination.

Breaths meet, the only tangible form of heat, fading as they twist and turn away; heartbeats skipping like a shimmer of a harp.

She averts her eyes, he tilts his head, both denying what ought to be.

It's just a game.

But neither of them dare to yield, addicted to curious moments when the other is caught off guard, falling into the other's trap; wondering what should they attempt next time, to make their opponent's pulse race; eyelids lowering, glittering broken dreams; lips curling, gleaming poisonous temptation.

No longer do they use this pastime for amusement.

Now they play to capture each other's hearts.

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Disclaimer: tsubasa reservoir chronicle is not mine.