[As the other sword stirs and they come to regard one another, the room that is already quite intimate seems to close in around them even more, as if anything outside of it were inconsequential, if it even exists at all.
The only moons tonight are the ones that light up his eyes. Companions to his gentle smile.]
I'm back. [He offers it jokingly, like he's been called out and can only belatedly make up for it. Well, that isn't so far from the truth...]
[He laughs softly then removes his gloves to set them next to him. Getting to his knees, he reaches out to gently run his fingers over Mikazuki's cheeks.
[Like so many times before—too many to count after all the nights they've spent together—Mikazuki covers Daihannya's hand with his own, this time with a light touch, a shadow to every move he makes.]
But it's yours [He has to correct him. And he has to leave it vague. The flowers. Their poetic significance.
The feelings that inspired them.
Even now the pain born of something between anxiety and apprehension is dissolving. The cracks have been forming in the surface of his resolve for too long now and the fledgling hope that's emerging is so novel and bright, so warm and inviting that he leans into it without any hesitation.]
[He corrects himself easily and hums softly before leaning closer to rest his forehead against Mikazuki's.]
For a moment I thought about leaving you flowers in reply then decided I just needed to see you face to face instead.
[Like this. Like they are now. Quiet night surrounding them as they speak in hushed voices. The gentle moonlacing wrapping around them as they make contact.]
[He's watching, watching, never taking his eyes off Daihannya until they come together and only then do they close to let the feelings wash over him. He's not even sure it's the moonlacing that affects him now. It's still there, omnipresent as ever in this world, a white noise that simply fades into the background of something much stronger, more fervent, a innocent bliss that he savors for the first time in as long as he can remember.
When he speaks again, Mikazuki smiles, glad to have him here in spite of all prior doubts but oh, now he's curious about that too.]
Did you? And what would I have found?
[Daihannya will hear the way his smiles spreads more than he might see it and he'll also feel Mikazuki drawing his free arm around him, drawing every closer with every passing moment.]
I considered a red rose bud with a pink rose. But then I felt it wasn't quite what I wanted to say to you. So instead perhaps it would have been forget-me-nots.
[Leaning into the embrace, he shifts so he can lean against Mikazuki, even encourage him to lean against him in return. There's a soft sigh and then he presses a kiss to his cheek.]
Even then I'm not sure it would be quite the same as the gift you gave to me.
That particular flower strikes a chord deep within him and his heart does something that feels like a somersault. It gets stuck in his throat. He's long since stopped questioning how Daihannya can understand and instead he just accepts it. He leans into him fully, into the kiss, into his arms.]
Why settle for the same, when you've already given me something so much better.
[He's joking of course. He knows what Mikazuki means and he brings a hand up to rest against the back of his head. To stroke his soft hair as he rests their cheeks together to settle into just embracing like this.]
These flowers Could not have walked upon the earth and upon wind and upon waters just to find me Not without you
[The words aren't wholly his own but they come to him now in a form that suits the occasion. Something he read not long after his old spirit had been born anew, had been planted like a seed just waiting for the right moment to sprout. His hands are are the vines that creep up Daihannya's back. They hold him, ensnare him. He never wants to let him go.]
[It's just a little poem but it's wonderful. It does well to describe the moment even if it's a rather poetic way of simply saying yes. Daihannya doesn't mind though and just chuckles softly, leaning back just enough so he can press a kiss to his lips.
Rather than make him say it though, he simply decides to translate.]
I'm glad you think I am. You may have heard but I am a masterpiece.
[He's been waiting for this. So long that he thought he might have to break his own rules and demand it. And when Daihannya pulls away he's still there, following him to make it last a few seconds longer.
Then he says that.
And he laughs. He tries to stifle it but it comes bubbling up and overflowing in a rush that doesn't stop until his sides ache. It's a pure sound. Something that few others have been allowed.]
In that case, we make quite the pair. But you still can't dress yourself like one.
[Oh no, he really doesn't get it? It only causes Mikazuki to laugh more. A pair indeed.]
Yes I'm well aware. Right down down to the very last thread. [He plucks at his cravat for emphasis, tugging it from where it had been meticulously tucked in.]
Oh? Then I should make absolutely certain you don't forget.
[And he follows it up with another kiss, this one longer, sweeter, with his hands traveling up to frame Daihannya's face.
When he stops to think about it, it's strange how this is where they find themselves now. What prompted this meeting. The flowers, the confession. When he'd thrown them out, half on a whim, he hadn't been sure where the pieces would fall. But now they've devolved into this comfortable flirting and senseless banter.
So he doesn't think, just accepts that this is probably how it's going to be from here on out. Honestly, he's perfectly happy with that.]
[He has no intention of ever forgetting now. Mikazuki won't have to worry at all about that.
This is nice though. Comforting. It's a comfortable thing they have between them which makes him happy as he relaxes and gives him another kiss after that one ends. And when that one ends, he pulls back so he can smile at him. So he can just admire how beautiful he is.]
Are you done with the world for today? I'd like to steal you away for the rest of the night.
[To hold him and to sleep together. There's something so peaceful about the thought.]
[It's tempting to play coy eve now. To ask about his intentions as though this isn't exactly what he had in mind for the night as well. It's hard to break old habits and he's sure Daihannya wouldn't even mind if he didn't.
But Mikazuki looks at him now. He reaches out to brush back the long bangs that always hang to the right side of his face. And the only simple thought that fills is head is that it's like a mirror to his own. It's pathetic really.
His smile turns inward, furtive. But it doesn't stop him from voicing his own request.]
[Daihannya watches him, notes how the smile changes. Then comes the question. Immediately he knows what he wants his answer to be. Knows what his answer is. However, there's a part of him that just desires to play coy and yet there's another part of him that wonders if he should.
In the end, he knows what his answer is, he knows how it will be given.
He smiles.]
I'll steal you away for as long as you will allow.
[Because he's not about to stop Mikazuki from wandering. It's too much in his nature to do so. And he is too fond of that nature to try to control it.]
And you are welcome to steal me away as well, Mikazuki.
[He could say how Daihannya already has, how he's already opened his chest and taken hold of his heart as easily as if he had taken his own blade to Mikazuki's human body. He could say how he's done the same, from the first tentative steps he's crept in little by little, only to find the doors unlocked, open wide, nothing to stop him slipping right in and making himself at home. And not once did he ever think it might be a trap.
Instead he steals a long kiss without stopping to wonder if it's really stealing when he knows the other will give it freely. Without asking, without warning. That's just the kind of synchrony they've found with one another.
That's how he knows Daihannya will understand his answer. He doesn't need to say a word. Neither does he want to part from him now.]
[The kiss can't possibly be stolen when he's given it so freely. This is really the only answer he needs because it says everything he needs to know. Both of them feel the same way about this.
Strange. He never expected his promise to lead them on this path and yet here they are. But he honestly wouldn't change it for anything in the entire universe.
Daihannya is truly staying here tonight. That is for certain.]
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Date: 2019-06-23 04:10 am (UTC)The only moons tonight are the ones that light up his eyes. Companions to his gentle smile.]
I'm back. [He offers it jokingly, like he's been called out and can only belatedly make up for it. Well, that isn't so far from the truth...]
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Date: 2019-06-23 04:22 am (UTC)That beautiful smile...]
I found your flowers.
[Please. Mikazuki is sure to know that already.]
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Date: 2019-06-23 04:46 am (UTC)But it's yours [He has to correct him. And he has to leave it vague. The flowers. Their poetic significance.
The feelings that inspired them.
Even now the pain born of something between anxiety and apprehension is dissolving. The cracks have been forming in the surface of his resolve for too long now and the fledgling hope that's emerging is so novel and bright, so warm and inviting that he leans into it without any hesitation.]
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Date: 2019-06-23 04:51 am (UTC)[He corrects himself easily and hums softly before leaning closer to rest his forehead against Mikazuki's.]
For a moment I thought about leaving you flowers in reply then decided I just needed to see you face to face instead.
[Like this. Like they are now. Quiet night surrounding them as they speak in hushed voices. The gentle moonlacing wrapping around them as they make contact.]
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Date: 2019-06-23 05:45 am (UTC)When he speaks again, Mikazuki smiles, glad to have him here in spite of all prior doubts but oh, now he's curious about that too.]
Did you? And what would I have found?
[Daihannya will hear the way his smiles spreads more than he might see it and he'll also feel Mikazuki drawing his free arm around him, drawing every closer with every passing moment.]
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Date: 2019-06-23 05:50 am (UTC)[Leaning into the embrace, he shifts so he can lean against Mikazuki, even encourage him to lean against him in return. There's a soft sigh and then he presses a kiss to his cheek.]
Even then I'm not sure it would be quite the same as the gift you gave to me.
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Date: 2019-06-23 12:29 pm (UTC)That particular flower strikes a chord deep within him and his heart does something that feels like a somersault. It gets stuck in his throat. He's long since stopped questioning how Daihannya can understand and instead he just accepts it. He leans into him fully, into the kiss, into his arms.]
Why settle for the same, when you've already given me something so much better.
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Date: 2019-06-23 12:47 pm (UTC)[He's joking of course. He knows what Mikazuki means and he brings a hand up to rest against the back of his head. To stroke his soft hair as he rests their cheeks together to settle into just embracing like this.]
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Date: 2019-06-23 01:47 pm (UTC)Could not have walked
upon the earth and upon
wind and upon waters
just to find me
Not without you
[The words aren't wholly his own but they come to him now in a form that suits the occasion. Something he read not long after his old spirit had been born anew, had been planted like a seed just waiting for the right moment to sprout. His hands are are the vines that creep up Daihannya's back. They hold him, ensnare him. He never wants to let him go.]
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Date: 2019-06-23 02:00 pm (UTC)Rather than make him say it though, he simply decides to translate.]
I'm glad you think I am. You may have heard but I am a masterpiece.
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Date: 2019-06-23 02:51 pm (UTC)Then he says that.
And he laughs. He tries to stifle it but it comes bubbling up and overflowing in a rush that doesn't stop until his sides ache. It's a pure sound. Something that few others have been allowed.]
In that case, we make quite the pair. But you still can't dress yourself like one.
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Date: 2019-06-23 02:56 pm (UTC)I can't? But I look beautiful in my clothes.
[Anyone can see that? What is wrong with his clothes?]
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Date: 2019-06-24 03:52 am (UTC)Yes I'm well aware. Right down down to the very last thread. [He plucks at his cravat for emphasis, tugging it from where it had been meticulously tucked in.]
You know they say variety is the spice of life.
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Date: 2019-06-24 04:28 am (UTC)That is a truth. But is there something wrong with my clothes?
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Date: 2019-06-24 11:07 am (UTC)Nothing. There's nothing wrong. [And nothing is perfect.]
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Date: 2019-06-24 11:11 am (UTC)Mm. I'm going to have to remember you can do that little trick with it.
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Date: 2019-06-24 01:48 pm (UTC)[And he follows it up with another kiss, this one longer, sweeter, with his hands traveling up to frame Daihannya's face.
When he stops to think about it, it's strange how this is where they find themselves now. What prompted this meeting. The flowers, the confession. When he'd thrown them out, half on a whim, he hadn't been sure where the pieces would fall. But now they've devolved into this comfortable flirting and senseless banter.
So he doesn't think, just accepts that this is probably how it's going to be from here on out. Honestly, he's perfectly happy with that.]
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Date: 2019-06-25 05:26 am (UTC)This is nice though. Comforting. It's a comfortable thing they have between them which makes him happy as he relaxes and gives him another kiss after that one ends. And when that one ends, he pulls back so he can smile at him. So he can just admire how beautiful he is.]
Are you done with the world for today? I'd like to steal you away for the rest of the night.
[To hold him and to sleep together. There's something so peaceful about the thought.]
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Date: 2019-06-27 01:10 am (UTC)But Mikazuki looks at him now. He reaches out to brush back the long bangs that always hang to the right side of his face. And the only simple thought that fills is head is that it's like a mirror to his own. It's pathetic really.
His smile turns inward, furtive. But it doesn't stop him from voicing his own request.]
Why stop there?
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Date: 2019-06-27 11:29 am (UTC)In the end, he knows what his answer is, he knows how it will be given.
He smiles.]
I'll steal you away for as long as you will allow.
[Because he's not about to stop Mikazuki from wandering. It's too much in his nature to do so. And he is too fond of that nature to try to control it.]
And you are welcome to steal me away as well, Mikazuki.
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Date: 2019-07-02 02:58 am (UTC)Instead he steals a long kiss without stopping to wonder if it's really stealing when he knows the other will give it freely. Without asking, without warning. That's just the kind of synchrony they've found with one another.
That's how he knows Daihannya will understand his answer. He doesn't need to say a word. Neither does he want to part from him now.]
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Date: 2019-07-05 10:01 am (UTC)Strange. He never expected his promise to lead them on this path and yet here they are. But he honestly wouldn't change it for anything in the entire universe.
Daihannya is truly staying here tonight. That is for certain.]