Real One
Inside the black dome, there were not as intense guiding sessions as one would expect when these two were involved, especially in this Kamille's state where the word calm was almost nonexistent.
Rise stayed in Kamille's arms; neither of the two took the initiative to point this out. Rise would definitely not be one to spoil his own fun.
And so as they sat on the ground, surrounded by the ominious black fire. Rise took the comfortable position, sitting on Kamille's lap, his head leaning on the other's shoulders, looking pitifully weak.
His body was truly weak, so he was not acting.
"You should've let me kill them." Kamille mumbled, annoyance etched in his tone. His arms were wrapped tightly around Rise's waist, and occasionally his fingers would stroke the area around them, giving a tickling yet comfortable sensation.