And, for a moment, those sightless eyes did seem to gaze back, not in any impossible way that could finally, somehow, pierce through the cloak of darkness so persistently wrapped around him, but in his own intense way of perceiving. And even though her hands were so warm against his cheeks, he felt a shiver race through him.

"Yours," he agreed, but it was far less an actual word and much more of a raw, guttural growl diving off the edge of a sigh as he all but melted into Liliana and her lips.

"Utterly," he expanded, once he dropped his lips back down to her neck again, his hand curving along her leg to pull it in closer, "vehemently," another kiss, against her jaw, his other hand sliding its way toward her back, "yours," before those wandering lips found their way back home to hers again, body pressed in against hers as if to eradicate any space between.