[ Maybe he’s put Mika on a pedestal, too - but it feels more like Mika is a fixed point where he’s built the shape of his future around, and gladly reshaped his hopes and dreams to fit. And everything had been easy, so easy, because loving Mika is the easiest thing in this world, his world, any world. Some days breathing is harder than that. ]
Forever, and whatever we end up as - we’ll be happy. I’m sure.
[ He hadn’t questioned it as a child until the other children poked where it hurt, for something he couldn’t change. But he hadn’t questioned - he hadn’t asked if something like him could make Rum happy, if he deserved to be by Rum’s side. Deserving wasn’t a question; he didn’t know it once.
If they can’t come to like themselves, they’ll at least have a better understanding of why - why they’re loved anyway, why it’s okay, why doubt lacks a physical form to compete with the warmth of each other. And maybe then, doubt can question things less because they’ll be used to warmth and a mutual love that’ll grow and grow until it overwhelms all else.
And…
Ginger thinks if he can’t like himself, he can like the way he makes Mika happy. The way he loves him, even if it is utterly selfish - but that encourages Mika to be a little selfish, too. And he… definitely… likes that. So: ]
Yes. Yes. Yes. [ He breathes it into the next kiss, his hunger for Mika reawakened on this one selfish idea. ]
Hey, Mika… Want to do something a little… naughty? [ He pushes up from the pillows, straightens his back. His eyes invite, implore Mika to watch him and only him. ] Let’s make love - right here - with the windows open, so the spirits can hear how much we love each other.
[ So the next time he casts a spell on Mika, there’s no chance it’ll slide away. ]
And then after - [ When he’s still in Mika, when they’ve come down somewhat from the high of pleasure; when it would be utterly silly for Mika to think Ginger could possibly look at him with anything but love for hearing all the bad bits - when they’re still one being - Can Mika glimpse these images? ] - share more of your past with me?
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Forever, and whatever we end up as - we’ll be happy. I’m sure.
[ He hadn’t questioned it as a child until the other children poked where it hurt, for something he couldn’t change. But he hadn’t questioned - he hadn’t asked if something like him could make Rum happy, if he deserved to be by Rum’s side. Deserving wasn’t a question; he didn’t know it once.
If they can’t come to like themselves, they’ll at least have a better understanding of why - why they’re loved anyway, why it’s okay, why doubt lacks a physical form to compete with the warmth of each other. And maybe then, doubt can question things less because they’ll be used to warmth and a mutual love that’ll grow and grow until it overwhelms all else.
And…
Ginger thinks if he can’t like himself, he can like the way he makes Mika happy. The way he loves him, even if it is utterly selfish - but that encourages Mika to be a little selfish, too. And he… definitely… likes that. So: ]
Yes. Yes. Yes. [ He breathes it into the next kiss, his hunger for Mika reawakened on this one selfish idea. ]
Hey, Mika… Want to do something a little… naughty? [ He pushes up from the pillows, straightens his back. His eyes invite, implore Mika to watch him and only him. ] Let’s make love - right here - with the windows open, so the spirits can hear how much we love each other.
[ So the next time he casts a spell on Mika, there’s no chance it’ll slide away. ]
And then after - [ When he’s still in Mika, when they’ve come down somewhat from the high of pleasure; when it would be utterly silly for Mika to think Ginger could possibly look at him with anything but love for hearing all the bad bits - when they’re still one being - Can Mika glimpse these images? ] - share more of your past with me?