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This was not how Cylen imagined their first kiss with Rowan would go. They'd seen candies, and string lights, maybe even some romantic music. Okay, maybe not that crazy, but they really wish it had gone different. First kisses were supposed to magical!
Don't get them wrong, it wasn't their first kiss ever, no. That went to some random kid they'd met in the homeless shelter Magnus Chase ran out of a mansion in a neighbourhood called Back Bay in Upper Boston.
When they were ten and on the run from various monsters and authority figures, they'd quite literally stumbled upon the shelter. They'd stared at the mansion in either awe or fear, they still weren't sure which it was, before they heard a shout, probably an officer, they hadn't stuck around the find out, and ran inside. So, when they hid in a corner, fearing for their life, this genuinely random kid, eleven at most, walked up to them and sat down.
He had messy black hair and kind grey eyes, like he'd never faced something bad enough to not show kindness to others, despite his current situation. He looked them over, apparently ignoring their hostile and untrusting as hell glare, and asked, "Have you ever kissed someone?" When they said no, he offered, and they accepted because he seemed like a good person.
The kiss itself was plain and boring, a simple press of lips they were a bit too numb to return, then he was gone. They didn't learn his name until he showed up on the news a few weeks later.
Zeke Goodal, aged eleven, found dead in Boston.
The news said it was a shooting, but they'd heard different from older kids. He was a Greek demigod, a son of Phobos.
Anyway, this kiss. It may actually be one of the most underwhelming things in their life, and that's knowing their Ma. It started as a walk in the woods. The woods around Ivy's house weren't much, not at all, but it was enough to conceal three demigods from most of the world, so it worked out just fine.
But, the walk. It started as just a casual stroll through the woods, then Cylen got bored and turned into a cat. They climbed a few trees, then fell out of one and into Rowan's arms, all romantic cliché style. To feed into it, they went human again, but somebody hadn't been ready for the added weight and also fell. When he fell, they fell with him, and their lips may have touched.
Now, the present. They froze and looked down at him, eyes wide. Their arms were around the other's neck, a place they often found them. Anytime they were with him, they were always in contact, whether it be holding hands, a limb pressed against his, or their arms around his neck or shoulders. Just as they started to consider pulling away, just standing up and laughing it off, they felt arms around their waist and an oh so gentle pressure against their lips. So, they did the only rational thing they could. They made a pleased sound and pressed closer, closing their eyes.
Neither made a move to take it further, and Cylen, much to their annoyance, eventually had to pull away because their body clearly hated them and gave them bad lungs. It was an inconvenience really, to have shit lungs. It wasn't even asthma or something similar, they just had bad lungs. They stared down at Rowan. "Guess that's our first kiss, huh, Rows?"
He grinned. "Guess it is, Cy."
Then they just laid there, somewhat tangled up in each other and the grass, having a rather intense staring contest, then they both started laughing, Cylen's forehead against Rowan's collarbone, Rowan's arms tight around their waist, thumb rubbing over their hip.
So, yeah, first kisses, right?