I won’t disappear. [ With the conviction of a promise he can’t say. ] Because…
[ His future with Mika is currently simple, like the beginnings of a dream. A small idea to start: the two of them. Followed by scenes that fill out slow but bleed fast with all the colors of their feelings. Endless is the space of it, waiting to be filled. The colors and a memory inspire him - ‘I didn't think I could like flowers anymore.’ ]
Because I - [ Distracted by the almost kiss, their lips brushing together as Mika speaks, Mika’s breath on his lips. After: ] … That’s not fair, Mika. How can I rest after that?
[ How can I resist after that?
A hook through his heart that reels him in; a grasp on his tie that invites more if he stays close. He really was going to be good after two kisses, but this is two and a half - two and a lingering, lingering half. He wants to see it finished into three.
So he presses in, savoring the sweet note of Mika’s breath, marveling at the softness of his lips. He tries to keep it chaste still, but the longer this kiss continues, the harder that is to do. He should - pull back. A scant distance between them that might as well not be there. Just a little, just to finish his earlier train of thought: ]
Mm… I want to spend eternity building you a garden.
[ Inside and out. A garden in real life, full of all the flowers he can think of - and one inside Mika, so Mika can maybe one day believe - even just a little - that he is not so dead inside. ]
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[ His future with Mika is currently simple, like the beginnings of a dream. A small idea to start: the two of them. Followed by scenes that fill out slow but bleed fast with all the colors of their feelings. Endless is the space of it, waiting to be filled. The colors and a memory inspire him - ‘I didn't think I could like flowers anymore.’ ]
Because I - [ Distracted by the almost kiss, their lips brushing together as Mika speaks, Mika’s breath on his lips. After: ] … That’s not fair, Mika. How can I rest after that?
[ How can I resist after that?
A hook through his heart that reels him in; a grasp on his tie that invites more if he stays close. He really was going to be good after two kisses, but this is two and a half - two and a lingering, lingering half. He wants to see it finished into three.
So he presses in, savoring the sweet note of Mika’s breath, marveling at the softness of his lips. He tries to keep it chaste still, but the longer this kiss continues, the harder that is to do. He should - pull back. A scant distance between them that might as well not be there. Just a little, just to finish his earlier train of thought: ]
Mm… I want to spend eternity building you a garden.
[ Inside and out. A garden in real life, full of all the flowers he can think of - and one inside Mika, so Mika can maybe one day believe - even just a little - that he is not so dead inside. ]
So I won’t disappear.