( The affirmation, the kisses make the blush worse!!! But what really does him in is how happy Ginger looks to hear it, to be given Mika's love, as if it really were something special. And still - with every word that opens a window to Ginger's feelings, the waves of Ginger's heart lap against the shore of his own, and they work down his defenses slowly, slowly. It's scary, being so vulnerable - unsure of what Ginger will find, when he sifts through the sand, and maybe what he finds will purse his lips tight into a frown.
But Mika tries to remain in the now. It's hard, when he's so afraid of the future. But Ginger wants to keep him chained tight, and - maybe it's better that way, Mika thinks; better not to let Mika slip through the bars, always looking somewhere else. )
... I liked it, too. ( He says, like a confession. ) Sometimes, when I listen to yours - it's... so loud, I forget mine doesn't beat.
( Like Ginger's were his, and they really did share it. And it's nice. Even though maybe he'll never totally forget he is the sort of thing he is, he can be... somewhat okay with what he is, with Ginger. He can be okay with the fact that Ginger is okay with it, improbable as it all is.
... He lifts a hand, and gently lays a thumb to the corner of Ginger's sweet grinning lips, as if to mark that spot - and he lifts his thumb to press a kiss there - fangs so slightly scraping the soft lip. )
... I think I'd be happier if we shared the same one.
( But that's just kid talk, right? Fantasy. A strange fantasy. But... the sentiment is true; it's full of love, encouraged by the feeling of Ginger's own.
Ah, how strange and wonderful it feels to be loved, even if this baptism of affection isn't enough to banish all his uncertainty. Not for wanting, on Ginger's part; it's always Mika who lacks. )
I'd tell people you're my heart. And if they don't get it, I could say... boyfriend. ( Even that word feels so warm on his lips. ) Unless - you had something else you were thinking of.
( When Ginger said there's "more," he just wasn't sure if it fit them. )
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But Mika tries to remain in the now. It's hard, when he's so afraid of the future. But Ginger wants to keep him chained tight, and - maybe it's better that way, Mika thinks; better not to let Mika slip through the bars, always looking somewhere else. )
... I liked it, too. ( He says, like a confession. ) Sometimes, when I listen to yours - it's... so loud, I forget mine doesn't beat.
( Like Ginger's were his, and they really did share it. And it's nice. Even though maybe he'll never totally forget he is the sort of thing he is, he can be... somewhat okay with what he is, with Ginger. He can be okay with the fact that Ginger is okay with it, improbable as it all is.
... He lifts a hand, and gently lays a thumb to the corner of Ginger's sweet grinning lips, as if to mark that spot - and he lifts his thumb to press a kiss there - fangs so slightly scraping the soft lip. )
... I think I'd be happier if we shared the same one.
( But that's just kid talk, right? Fantasy. A strange fantasy. But... the sentiment is true; it's full of love, encouraged by the feeling of Ginger's own.
Ah, how strange and wonderful it feels to be loved, even if this baptism of affection isn't enough to banish all his uncertainty. Not for wanting, on Ginger's part; it's always Mika who lacks. )
I'd tell people you're my heart. And if they don't get it, I could say... boyfriend. ( Even that word feels so warm on his lips. ) Unless - you had something else you were thinking of.
( When Ginger said there's "more," he just wasn't sure if it fit them. )