[ He knows it wasn’t a request, but - yes, his heart breathes. Mika speaks his heart’s language and it satisfies his obsessive nature to listen. Every sentence leaves Ginger thinking: Me, too. I want that. Could we have that?
And.
Don’t let anyone touch you ever again. Not Ahito, not Solomon, not anyone. ]
I want all of that.
[ He catches one of Mika’s hands before it can withdraw completely, pulling him back before he’s swept away with the tide to drown, discarded. And while he talks out his thoughts, he plays with that gentle hand, those pretty, pretty fingers idly - keeping them connected. Aligning the pads of their fingers together, thumbing his palm, rubbing the delicate skin by his veins. ]
So… Let’s compromise with… reality. How about - an hour each day, where it’s just us. Where no one else matters because only we exist. [ Separate from the time they already spend together. It’s not enough, but it’s realistic he supposes. A smidge of time that maybe Mika will allow himself to have, so short it’s not that selfish, not that indulgent. ] An hour where you’re my entire world and I’m - yours.
I want to give you all my hours… honestly. But, if I keep you locked up - [ where did that come from? ] - Ahito would probably break our door down.
[ Just. A little jealous. Okay, he’s incredibly jealous and resentful and his mind replays the scene of Ahito just… petting Mika’s hair in front of Ginger. The thing is… he’s fine with Ahito until - until that happens. And he continues to be fine with Ahito until he remembers.
Then - then he just wants to steal Mika away to where it’s people-free so he can cover Mika will his love, only his love. ]
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[ He knows it wasn’t a request, but - yes, his heart breathes. Mika speaks his heart’s language and it satisfies his obsessive nature to listen. Every sentence leaves Ginger thinking: Me, too. I want that. Could we have that?
And.
Don’t let anyone touch you ever again. Not Ahito, not Solomon, not anyone. ]
I want all of that.
[ He catches one of Mika’s hands before it can withdraw completely, pulling him back before he’s swept away with the tide to drown, discarded. And while he talks out his thoughts, he plays with that gentle hand, those pretty, pretty fingers idly - keeping them connected. Aligning the pads of their fingers together, thumbing his palm, rubbing the delicate skin by his veins. ]
So… Let’s compromise with… reality. How about - an hour each day, where it’s just us. Where no one else matters because only we exist. [ Separate from the time they already spend together. It’s not enough, but it’s realistic he supposes. A smidge of time that maybe Mika will allow himself to have, so short it’s not that selfish, not that indulgent. ] An hour where you’re my entire world and I’m - yours.
I want to give you all my hours… honestly. But, if I keep you locked up - [ where did that come from? ] - Ahito would probably break our door down.
[ Just. A little jealous. Okay, he’s incredibly jealous and resentful and his mind replays the scene of Ahito just… petting Mika’s hair in front of Ginger. The thing is… he’s fine with Ahito until - until that happens. And he continues to be fine with Ahito until he remembers.
Then - then he just wants to steal Mika away to where it’s people-free so he can cover Mika will his love, only his love. ]