( There's something about the contrast between how Ginger's arousal rocks against him and how sweet Ginger's lips are, both his lips and his words and the slight brush of his nose, and how Ginger's heart beats - his heart beats - in turn. )
You're the kind one. Way too nice to everyone. ( Even when they don't deserve it. At least, in Mika's definitely objective point of view. He doesn't think a lot of people are worth Ginger's time. ) I mean— who's spoiling me now?
( A kiss in turn, matching his rhythm. Ginger really spoils him too much. Mika's worried about it before - what will he do if he ever has to go without Ginger's warmth, if Ginger ever chooses to go? But now he has to worry about this: how will he make it into the next five minutes without Ginger's affection?
The the question summons a fresh flush, an embarrassed flush, to his face. )
No, it's—
( Should he say it? ... Does he have a reason to not say it? Especially if they're... boyfriends, (ah,) )
Well, I... ( Not so much a kiss so much as a smearing his lips at the corner of Ginger's mouth, remembering how they'd kissed with Ginger's blood included, but he completes it like a kiss before his imagination gets away from him. ) ... I was just thinking about— um, back at that inn... I was just reminded. In a good way.
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Okay, but have you considered - if I spoil you and make you happy, I get to be blessed by your smile - and maybe… your laugh?
[ He huffs a breath that’s kind of a laugh against Mika’s mouth. Mika’s really downplaying how much he - needy needy Ginger - gets out of this. And off on this - emotionally, physically. There’s this… perfect kind of rush he gets when Mika’s happy. He doesn’t think he could ever replicate it with anyone else.
And he would do so much more, willingly and eagerly, for just a soft glance from Mika in the mornings, like everything is at peace. Ginger’s the one being spoiled. ]
Ah, the inn. [ His eyes narrow just so, remembering the red haze of night. He hums, rocks a little harder. ] I’m glad… it was good.
[ Understatement? ]
I wanted it to be really good for you - whatever we ended up doing, but it surprised me… because it was fun, too. I didn’t know it could be like that.
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( wtf that's such a cute answer... he can't believe his boyfriend (!!) (!!) (!!?) (!!!!!!) is so cute... His hands pull forward from Ginger's hair and gently squish his cheeks, and kissing where the skin squashes out a lil. Unbelievable. But Mika's look as he does this is extremely fond. )
... I just end up smiling and laughing around you without even realizing it. You make it really easy. I basically didn't do any of that for like two years, either.
( That same period he didn't speak, he means. That all changed when he found Yuu again, obviously, but, for once... it isn't about Yuu? Which feels - a little hard to feel, for the moment that feeling settles in him. It's like accepting the loss of a friend, even though - it's Mika who died. Yuu moved on, and it's hard to think about that, but, somehow - it's harder to accept himself as... maybe moving on from Yuu. It feels wrong. Like he's doing something bad. But he's held Yuu with such a tight grip in his heart for so long that - maybe it makes sense it's not easy to ease off. Baby steps, he guesses.
(But it is, fundamentally, against his nature - at a level that runs so deep and so dark Mika can't perceive it.)
What Ginger says next makes him think, because - actually, he's of the same mind? Sex has always been a passively hostile concept for him. His father and mother were physically strangers to one another by the time Mika became aware, Ferid weaponized human sexuality for his amusement, the children in Sanguiem grew up scared and violent and without healthy outlet, and the few human settlements run by those human cults on the surface intended to breed humans to restore the population (to then test on them, surely). And none of that gets into how he lost whatever little he had when he was turned. )
... I didn't think it could be fun either, actually.
( He lets his palms slide down Ginger's neck, coming to rest at the crook on either side. He'll shift his seat, with the way Ginger rocks into him, into something more like a straddle in his lap. He's not as cozily cradled in Ginger's arms anymore, but it might be cozier for Ginger Jr. down there... even if he can feel him way more tangibly in this position. Hm, )
But you said you'd imagined it, right? Was it like, not fun in your fantasies?
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[ That was a series of very distracting things happening back to back - first Mika being incredibly cute (Ginger loves him so much), then the expression on his boyfriend’s face (boyfriend!! Love him…). Then, the words, which halts him from stealing another kiss. Then - and then Mika shifting to accommodate… him… better. There’s - a term for this and now that he’s thinking about it, he might dream about it. But he’d rather just ask if they could try that next time.
(After this?)
(Tonight?)
But - uh - since that’s on his mind last, he answers that first: ]
I - well, I wanted - um - you, so I imagined it. And dreamt about it, but… I felt guilty the entire time. [ The hand on Mika’s back flexes like a flinch, before soothing up and down. ] It wasn’t a conscious thing at first, too, so it was like - I was taking advantage of you. Not really fun.
[ And Ginger’s just too romantic; despite what his body asks, he wants love before sex.
So while he appreciates the new position, he lets the rocking die off - for now. There’s something serious he’s been meaning to ask Mika (he’d been reminded by the two year comment) and he doesn’t think it’s appropriate to be rutting up against him for that. ]
… I don’t really know much about what happened to you, or how you grew up. Will you tell me more…? If you’re okay with talking about these - subjects.
[ It’s just - they shaped Mika and Ginger wants to understand this shape. ]
( Always keeping Ginger on his toes... But no, Ginger's explanation of his fantasies makes sense - very much in line with how Ginger's so ashamed of what he is, and his impulses. He brushes back a bit of Ginger's hair, gently - just sort of as a gesture of care. )
... I didn't mind when you mentioned it. ( Or maybe that's not the right thing to say? Since Ginger didn't mean to have these fantasies... ) ... At least... it doesn't feel like it was taking advantage, to me. It's this part of you, something you don't really want people to see, so... um— it's... well, you included me in that... I guess. So I was...
( ... happy, in a way - his tone makes intended ending of the sentence obvious, but he seems to hesitate before he speaks it. Is he making Ginger's struggle about him? He's trying to reassure him, but maybe he's being selfish again. Just - he knows Ginger didn't hurt Mika by thinking it. But maybe that doesn't help much when the struggle is so internal (Mika certainly wouldn't be that much more forgiving toward himself if someone told him they didn't mind him fantasizing about their blood)...
As for the question... He never thought about it, but Mika never got around to talking to himself, did he? (How good was Ginger, to fall for him without even knowing his background?) He hesitates for a moment; not because he doesn't want to tell him - if Ginger's his heart, it may as well be his knowledge, too - but because... )
... It's... not really good. None of it is good. ( Except the one bit with the orphanage. ) I don't mind telling you. Like... I'd tell you everything and anything, no matter what, no matter when. But... are you sure you want to know? ... Like... I can keep it brief, if that's easier...
( He doesn't even know if he should append a "right now," because is there ever going to be a good time to hear his history? He's more concerned with Ginger than himself, as always.
But... if Ginger wants to know, and if he does end up wanting to know everything, then... he'll concede. There are a few things he's a little nervous about mentioning, but - Ginger would... be okay with them, he thinks?
[ The hand on Mika’s thigh moves up to brush his hair back, tucking some behind his ear. (A flower would be pretty here.) Ginger smiles soft and smitten when it opens up more of his face. He hasn’t stroked Mika’s head in a while, he thinks, doing so with the fingers in his hair and the thumb high on his cheek.
Mika always tries to make him feel better about this. But it’s less to do with him not minding; just that… sex wasn’t something Rum or Mika ever seemed to spend much thought on. It’s only Ginger who’s obsessed with something so primal. The more he had let out what he was imagining (and still, he let them out), the more he thought Mika would wonder if he needed to think about those things too - to make Ginger happy, or feel better, or a million other well-intentioned reasons. Mika’s full of sweetness and Ginger, sin.
It’s not really a big problem now. And Mika seems to like it a little; everything else, they can just discuss if they need to. He likes talking things out with his boyfriend (his sweetheart, his sweet heart). ]
I still feel like I shouldn’t have - let you see… What if I made you all dirty like me? But I didn’t want to hide anything from you. I wanted to… open up for you, more and more. Because I realized - you thought you were this dirty thing, when you’re so… [ He sighs deep, searching for any way to possibly, possibly explain all that Mika is to him. It’s - impossible. All the mortal words are just so inadequate. ] You’re so…
[ He shakes his head. There are no words. So he says: ]
I love you. [ Really, really, really. ] I want to know all the details that you can’t share with anyone else, and the feelings you couldn’t share when you went through - what you did. The bad things.
[ Bad enough for Mika to give his life, he remembers. ]
If… it’s sad, I want to cry for you if you couldn’t. If it’s selfish and ugly, who would understand but me? I want to be there for you now because I couldn’t then.
( Immediate and earnest, the both of them passionate about their understanding of each other.
Mika is dirty. He must be, because Ginger's so - beyond words, himself, and Mika's nothing like him. That Ginger sees someone like Mika as so beautiful is ... proof, almost. Happy as if makes him. He holds the hand thumbing his cheek in place so he can turn his lips to it, and kiss his palm. )
... Next time... I really will kiss every part of you. Love every milimetre, until you believe me.
( He'll relax his hold, happy that Ginger did show him that part of himself, in the end (boy, did he), and embarrassed - nervous - of what he'd shown Ginger in turn.
A little like this, with his history. He falls quiet for a moment, heart stirring gently with Ginger's words. He doesn't want Ginger to be upset for him now, or ever; but it reminds him of what he'd said - when he said wanted to be there for good dreams, and the bad.
Finally: )
... Okay. ( He's still debating whether he should suggest now or later, but first and most importantly: ) But... can you p— Ah... Can you believe me when I say... if I say something happened to me - um, none of it affects my feelings toward you. In a bad way. Okay...?
( Ominous. But... he does think it's important to clarify, if Ginger wants it unabridged. )
[ Oh, love. His fingers brush back the soft hair covering Mika’s forehead, and he presses a kiss there where his brow worries. Will he ever think of himself as someone clean? No, not likely. But he can believe in Mika’s feelings anyway. And he thinks, maybe, he can come to feel that being dirty isn’t necessarily a bad thing. ]
I believe that you mean it, but you should kiss me anyway. Next time.
[ He hopes next time is soon, especially after spending so many days desperately missing Mika. ]
Okay, Mika. But I would… do that - [ promise ] - for you. I can, right now.
( Next time may as well be fairly soon, because he thinks a palate cleanser will be in order after hearing his background.
To the offer, though - he shakes his head. )
Don't promise. ( Not for something fickle as belief. ) If we do promise— not that we should, but... If we do, I'd want it to be something we both do. I don't know what that'd be, but... At least we'd be in it together.
( They'd be bound together by one more thing. Tying Ginger to him alone felt too cruel - and though he'd gladly chain himself to Ginger, he understands Ginger wouldn't want that.
He still wants Ginger to have the freedom to - quit this, if he ever wants. (Well, no, Mika doesn't actually want Ginger to ever leave - but he knows he should leave that door unlocked for him.) So he wouldn't promise easily. But... if they had to promise, he thinks that's the only way he'd concede. )
... I guess... I could tell you now, though. Since I'm not going anywhere...
( Their locked-up larp... Mika doesn't want to go anywhere, either. He'd be happy spending the next obscene amount of time just in this room, photosyntheizing through Ginger's presence alone. He really doesn't want to remember other people exist yet. )
[ !!Together!! He likes that a lot, murmuring ‘together with Mika’ with stars in his eyes. ]
If we have to, then only together.
[ If they’re together, he’d prefer to leave the door locked. Unlocked and Mika could leave - and if he asks to leave alone, what can Ginger do? So together is best, chained to each other like this. ]
You might be uncomfortable if I tie you down, so you’ll just have to stay in my lap. But you’ll get a lot of hugs in exchange.
( He's glad they're of the same (one track) mind - but, oh, Ginger is being cute again... It works a smile onto Mika's face, accented by a faint laugh. )
That sounds like I'm getting the better end of the deal. What do you get for the hugs, when I already give you kisses for free?
( As if to demonstrate, he presses a light kiss besides Ginger's eye - his demon eye. )
... Do you want to tie me up?
( He's already taken the locking up remarks in stride, so he can't exactly pause here, but... it's certainly new. (It should be worrying, and the part of him capable of logic retains that understanding, but he's been so inundated with Ginger's feelings it's hard to divorce this sort of thing from the overwhelming affection it's attached to.) )
[ His eyes flutter close and when they open, they’re immediately fixed on Mika - dark and light focused on him because he’s everything they would ever need to see, everything they could ever seek to want. ]
—You can't say those things back to back. It'd stop my heart if... mine still worked.
( ///... One was so cool and romantic??? And this one is just sweet. What's a Mika supposed to do?
He gently squishes cups Ginger's cheeks, but this time, instead of a squeeze, he kisses him on the lips proper, and he lets it stay before he parts his mouth to speak. )
... I'd tie myself to you without you having to ask. ( It's not uncomfortable. ) 's not like I need anything else.
( Mika is someone who would do so bad if he were in love with someone who wouldn't treat him kindly, and would probably end up a body on the nine o'clock news sooner or later, but thankfully that's not the case with Ginger. )
... But I'm way happier, um... knowing it's not just me alone. ( Both of them tied down? Still - "Happier"... It's weird to think of himself as happy, but he is right now, with Ginger. ) I kept telling myself that I shouldn't force anyone to stay, if they ever changed their mind, I guess. Not that— I'd never hold it against anyone, or anything.
It works. [ Against Mika’s soft lips. ] I hear it.
[ It’s in the way Mika lives, how he reacts to the joys of life and of love, how fear and doubt temper his dazzling light sometimes. Mika’s heart doesn’t beat audibly, no, but - it shudders and shakes and hums with warmth, Ginger’s sure.
And - Mika doesn’t hold it against anyone, but Ginger holds it against Yuu even if Yuu had chosen to stay (he doesn’t know; he doesn’t care) - because he’s not here now with Mika. Where is he? Why isn’t he here? Unfathomable. ]
So you should stay - here. With me, um, permanently. [ And then he adds anxiously: ] Ahh… I rushed it this time, but I’ll ask again - properly down on my knee, with flowers.
( He assumes Ginger's just being sweet, though, and there's nothing sweeter than the fantasy of a happy ending like that. And if Ginger hears it now, then surely it must be an echo of his own; their own, right now.
Everything Ginger does is nectar to the nth degree, really; Mika only worries he doesn't offer enough back. That Ginger is content just with him and him alone is - it feels unfair. Ginger may say this is enough, but Mika will only want to give him more back the more Ginger insists. )
( "I'm proposing we're staying together" - hehe. Okay, that gets a grin out of him. He fluffs his hairs lil as he runs his fingers through it. )
Should I wait until you get flowers to give you my answer?
( As if his answer weren't incredibly obvious, from Mika's perspective.
Though he does redden very slightly when Ginger asks if he "wants" a proposal, he pauses to consider it. )
... Well, I'd say yes if you asked.
( That doesn't answer Ginger's questions, but he gives it anyway. Does that spoil his answer for Ginger's actual proposal? Maybe there can still be faux suspense. But he can tell marriage is the furthest thing from Ginger's mind, so he says it more like it's more a funny little idea, than anything.
By way of explanation, so Ginger doesn't think he's a weirdo who expects long term commitment or anything: )
... I used to play house a lot with the other orphans - they were all even younger than me, so they loved it. It was fun being the mom, or dad, and stuff... but...
( He rubs his thumb idly at the crook of Ginger's neck, the way he does to the hilt of his sword when he's uncomfortable.
His instinct is to continue talking about the orphans - but, Ginger did ask earlier to know more about him, didn't he...? )
... Well, my parents didn't exactly have a good marriage. ( Because of him. That was his fault. ) They were probably happy at the start, and then things changed. And they were both probably stuck in it, at that point. So...
( How could he even dream of asking that of someone else?
(... Regardless of the firm commitment his heart adores, in every form.) )
Only if you stay the nights here until I ask properly.
[ Which is basically him saying don’t leave, ever.
He whispers, ‘cute…’ at the playing house talk, but. His ears redden when Mika mentions playing mom or dad because - children with Mika in the future, being a family in that sense… he would like that a lot, he thinks. ]
I just think it’s a given that we’re committed to each other for life, so a marriage is… a nice extra…? But - it sounds like your parents forgot each other because the idea of marriage was more important.
I don’t want to commit to a marriage; I want to be committed to you, Mika, for - for forever.
Really, he hadn't answered directly because - he wasn't sure, himself, if he hoped it. He liked this fairytale idea of a married, family life - and he knew it could exist, if miracles like Ginger's parents could happen. But was he allowed to have that?
But Ginger's always like a breath of fresh air, and the rubbing hesitates. Committed for life... It's not a new vow, but he softens hearing it; his chest feels full. (A kiss isn't enough, he has to die for him,) )
... Yeah. ( He says this dumbly - he feels dumb, for answering so simply; Ginger's always so romantic with his words. He punctuates it, instead, with a kiss. ) You're - way more important than a ring, or a promise. I'll always care for... you, as you are.
( Not the institution; not the words, or exchanged gifts. )
... So I will wait. Every night. And if you ever want to propose for marriage... I'll wait a second time, too.
( And he lets the kiss linger here, deeply - and yet still a little flustered, a little clueless, not that much unlike his first try, like it's all still new.
Let the nights turn to months turn to years, if they want; he'd spend them all by Ginger's side, gladly.
He'll break it only when Ginger needs to breathe, but he seems reluctant even then, too. )
... It wasn't really, my parent's fault... that they ended up that way. But... um, even though I don't know what - I guess, a normal sort of life really looks like... ( Like, among couples, ) I do like thinking about what it'd be like, living with you. Like... when we were talking about sharing an apartment... that sort of thing.
[ Marriage is a fun idea, but it’s not really all that common in Heaven, and it certainly doesn’t have the same significance as in the human world. But as Ginger takes a breath after their kiss, keeping their faces close - so close, so reluctant to be apart any more than that, he realizes - oh. That doesn’t matter. Because he’s not going back to Heaven, is he…?
He’s not yet ready to let go of Rum, or his family, or his… coworkers. His stomach twists painfully as he imagines the day arriving. But he will, if that’s what it takes to stay with Mika. And Mika… Can he leave this world - can he bear to part from the moon? If he really is moon sick in some way…
The hand caressing Mika’s face slides to the back of his head, carefully encouraging him back in for another kiss, just as deep with Ginger’s brand of neediness where he steals Mika’s tongue for his own, keeping it relentlessly occupied. To keep Mika, he would do anything. That truth rings clear in his soul.
He couldn’t bear to leave him, that would be too cruel when Mika’s meant to be loved. Just like this. ]
I’ll always choose you, Mika. [ A hush murmur against the side of his lips. ] You’ll never have to wait for my answer. Let’s build a life together.
( Mika returns the kiss, always, always, because it's his way of saying I love you, I choose you - he returns it, but he hears the subtle shift in Ginger's beat, one that doesn't resound so happy as it had before, and he wonders if Ginger holds some hesitation.
Still - Ginger's words feel sincere. Mika doesn't feel it like a wave of emotion, but Ginger sounds as honest as he has been when Mika could feel how he felt. )
... Please.
( Soft; stronger than a yes, than an okay, than an I want to, too; a gentle pleading, for this dream to come true. But...
He presses his lips to Ginger's again, this time briefly, gently caressing where his neck meets his jaw. )
... What's wrong?
( And now Mika worries, too. Did he finally recognize some flaw inherent to a life with Mika? Did he want to scale back his commitment? Maybe Mika had said something offbeat. Maybe it was the comment about change. Is he worried Mika's feelings might change, one day? Maybe Mika didn't seem very sincere. )
[ He smiles, a touch rueful - but pretty set. Nothing’s wrong; the decisions they have to make won’t all be as easy as falling, tripping, tumbling head over heels is all. ]
I was just wondering if… we would stay here in this world, after all. Where we would live.
( Oh - the question surprises him, like it genuinely did not occur to Mika, because... )
... You wouldn't go back home?
( And this question is asked with a bit of contradiction. Ginger going home is one reason Mika had felt they couldn't be together forever; surely, once Mika's service was up here, he'd also be returned to where he came from... right?
But also - he had imagined vaguely scenarios where Ginger did go home, and Mika had somehow followed, and then Ginger had met Rum again, and then...
But in all these permutations, he'd never thought Ginger would remain here - or that Mika could, either. He never thought that was an option. )
I’m not sure that’s an option. [ Anymore. ] What if… you can’t come with me? What if I can’t come with you? You’re my heart, Mika.
[ He thinks that’s answer enough, really. ]
I learned from my parents that love is a compromise - in a good way, even if the decisions aren’t… easy. They’re worth it in the end.
[ It’s not easy to stay, but it’s impossible for him to leave Mika. He can - and has - handled missing Rum, missing his family. But not Mika… ]
And I know you’ll think this because you’re sweet and good, but you’re not making me give them up - and I’m not giving them up. Eternity means maybe one day, our paths will cross again. Don’t you think?
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You're the kind one. Way too nice to everyone. ( Even when they don't deserve it. At least, in Mika's definitely objective point of view. He doesn't think a lot of people are worth Ginger's time. ) I mean— who's spoiling me now?
( A kiss in turn, matching his rhythm. Ginger really spoils him too much. Mika's worried about it before - what will he do if he ever has to go without Ginger's warmth, if Ginger ever chooses to go? But now he has to worry about this: how will he make it into the next five minutes without Ginger's affection?
The the question summons a fresh flush, an embarrassed flush, to his face. )
No, it's—
( Should he say it? ... Does he have a reason to not say it? Especially if they're... boyfriends, (ah,) )
Well, I... ( Not so much a kiss so much as a smearing his lips at the corner of Ginger's mouth, remembering how they'd kissed with Ginger's blood included, but he completes it like a kiss before his imagination gets away from him. ) ... I was just thinking about— um, back at that inn... I was just reminded. In a good way.
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[ He huffs a breath that’s kind of a laugh against Mika’s mouth. Mika’s really downplaying how much he - needy needy Ginger - gets out of this. And off on this - emotionally, physically. There’s this… perfect kind of rush he gets when Mika’s happy. He doesn’t think he could ever replicate it with anyone else.
And he would do so much more, willingly and eagerly, for just a soft glance from Mika in the mornings, like everything is at peace. Ginger’s the one being spoiled. ]
Ah, the inn. [ His eyes narrow just so, remembering the red haze of night. He hums, rocks a little harder. ] I’m glad… it was good.
[ Understatement? ]
I wanted it to be really good for you - whatever we ended up doing, but it surprised me… because it was fun, too. I didn’t know it could be like that.
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... I just end up smiling and laughing around you without even realizing it. You make it really easy. I basically didn't do any of that for like two years, either.
( That same period he didn't speak, he means. That all changed when he found Yuu again, obviously, but, for once... it isn't about Yuu? Which feels - a little hard to feel, for the moment that feeling settles in him. It's like accepting the loss of a friend, even though - it's Mika who died. Yuu moved on, and it's hard to think about that, but, somehow - it's harder to accept himself as... maybe moving on from Yuu. It feels wrong. Like he's doing something bad. But he's held Yuu with such a tight grip in his heart for so long that - maybe it makes sense it's not easy to ease off. Baby steps, he guesses.
(But it is, fundamentally, against his nature - at a level that runs so deep and so dark Mika can't perceive it.)
What Ginger says next makes him think, because - actually, he's of the same mind? Sex has always been a passively hostile concept for him. His father and mother were physically strangers to one another by the time Mika became aware, Ferid weaponized human sexuality for his amusement, the children in Sanguiem grew up scared and violent and without healthy outlet, and the few human settlements run by those human cults on the surface intended to breed humans to restore the population (to then test on them, surely). And none of that gets into how he lost whatever little he had when he was turned. )
... I didn't think it could be fun either, actually.
( He lets his palms slide down Ginger's neck, coming to rest at the crook on either side. He'll shift his seat, with the way Ginger rocks into him, into something more like a straddle in his lap. He's not as cozily cradled in Ginger's arms anymore, but it might be cozier for Ginger Jr. down there... even if he can feel him way more tangibly in this position. Hm, )
But you said you'd imagined it, right? Was it like, not fun in your fantasies?
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(After this?)
(Tonight?)
But - uh - since that’s on his mind last, he answers that first: ]
I - well, I wanted - um - you, so I imagined it. And dreamt about it, but… I felt guilty the entire time. [ The hand on Mika’s back flexes like a flinch, before soothing up and down. ] It wasn’t a conscious thing at first, too, so it was like - I was taking advantage of you. Not really fun.
[ And Ginger’s just too romantic; despite what his body asks, he wants love before sex.
So while he appreciates the new position, he lets the rocking die off - for now. There’s something serious he’s been meaning to ask Mika (he’d been reminded by the two year comment) and he doesn’t think it’s appropriate to be rutting up against him for that. ]
… I don’t really know much about what happened to you, or how you grew up. Will you tell me more…? If you’re okay with talking about these - subjects.
[ It’s just - they shaped Mika and Ginger wants to understand this shape. ]
It doesn’t have to be now.
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... I didn't mind when you mentioned it. ( Or maybe that's not the right thing to say? Since Ginger didn't mean to have these fantasies... ) ... At least... it doesn't feel like it was taking advantage, to me. It's this part of you, something you don't really want people to see, so... um— it's... well, you included me in that... I guess. So I was...
( ... happy, in a way - his tone makes intended ending of the sentence obvious, but he seems to hesitate before he speaks it. Is he making Ginger's struggle about him? He's trying to reassure him, but maybe he's being selfish again. Just - he knows Ginger didn't hurt Mika by thinking it. But maybe that doesn't help much when the struggle is so internal (Mika certainly wouldn't be that much more forgiving toward himself if someone told him they didn't mind him fantasizing about their blood)...
As for the question... He never thought about it, but Mika never got around to talking to himself, did he? (How good was Ginger, to fall for him without even knowing his background?) He hesitates for a moment; not because he doesn't want to tell him - if Ginger's his heart, it may as well be his knowledge, too - but because... )
... It's... not really good. None of it is good. ( Except the one bit with the orphanage. ) I don't mind telling you. Like... I'd tell you everything and anything, no matter what, no matter when. But... are you sure you want to know? ... Like... I can keep it brief, if that's easier...
( He doesn't even know if he should append a "right now," because is there ever going to be a good time to hear his history? He's more concerned with Ginger than himself, as always.
But... if Ginger wants to know, and if he does end up wanting to know everything, then... he'll concede. There are a few things he's a little nervous about mentioning, but - Ginger would... be okay with them, he thinks?
(... Would he?)
(What if he wouldn't,)
(wait,) )
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Mika always tries to make him feel better about this. But it’s less to do with him not minding; just that… sex wasn’t something Rum or Mika ever seemed to spend much thought on. It’s only Ginger who’s obsessed with something so primal. The more he had let out what he was imagining (and still, he let them out), the more he thought Mika would wonder if he needed to think about those things too - to make Ginger happy, or feel better, or a million other well-intentioned reasons. Mika’s full of sweetness and Ginger, sin.
It’s not really a big problem now. And Mika seems to like it a little; everything else, they can just discuss if they need to. He likes talking things out with his boyfriend (his sweetheart, his sweet heart). ]
I still feel like I shouldn’t have - let you see… What if I made you all dirty like me? But I didn’t want to hide anything from you. I wanted to… open up for you, more and more. Because I realized - you thought you were this dirty thing, when you’re so… [ He sighs deep, searching for any way to possibly, possibly explain all that Mika is to him. It’s - impossible. All the mortal words are just so inadequate. ] You’re so…
[ He shakes his head. There are no words. So he says: ]
I love you. [ Really, really, really. ] I want to know all the details that you can’t share with anyone else, and the feelings you couldn’t share when you went through - what you did. The bad things.
[ Bad enough for Mika to give his life, he remembers. ]
If… it’s sad, I want to cry for you if you couldn’t. If it’s selfish and ugly, who would understand but me? I want to be there for you now because I couldn’t then.
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( Immediate and earnest, the both of them passionate about their understanding of each other.
Mika is dirty. He must be, because Ginger's so - beyond words, himself, and Mika's nothing like him. That Ginger sees someone like Mika as so beautiful is ... proof, almost. Happy as if makes him. He holds the hand thumbing his cheek in place so he can turn his lips to it, and kiss his palm. )
... Next time... I really will kiss every part of you. Love every milimetre, until you believe me.
( He'll relax his hold, happy that Ginger did show him that part of himself, in the end (boy, did he), and embarrassed - nervous - of what he'd shown Ginger in turn.
A little like this, with his history. He falls quiet for a moment, heart stirring gently with Ginger's words. He doesn't want Ginger to be upset for him now, or ever; but it reminds him of what he'd said - when he said wanted to be there for good dreams, and the bad.
Finally: )
... Okay. ( He's still debating whether he should suggest now or later, but first and most importantly: ) But... can you p— Ah... Can you believe me when I say... if I say something happened to me - um, none of it affects my feelings toward you. In a bad way. Okay...?
( Ominous. But... he does think it's important to clarify, if Ginger wants it unabridged. )
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I believe that you mean it, but you should kiss me anyway. Next time.
[ He hopes next time is soon, especially after spending so many days desperately missing Mika. ]
Okay, Mika. But I would… do that - [ promise ] - for you. I can, right now.
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( Next time may as well be fairly soon, because he thinks a palate cleanser will be in order after hearing his background.
To the offer, though - he shakes his head. )
Don't promise. ( Not for something fickle as belief. ) If we do promise— not that we should, but... If we do, I'd want it to be something we both do. I don't know what that'd be, but... At least we'd be in it together.
( They'd be bound together by one more thing. Tying Ginger to him alone felt too cruel - and though he'd gladly chain himself to Ginger, he understands Ginger wouldn't want that.
He still wants Ginger to have the freedom to - quit this, if he ever wants. (Well, no, Mika doesn't actually want Ginger to ever leave - but he knows he should leave that door unlocked for him.) So he wouldn't promise easily. But... if they had to promise, he thinks that's the only way he'd concede. )
... I guess... I could tell you now, though. Since I'm not going anywhere...
( Their locked-up larp... Mika doesn't want to go anywhere, either. He'd be happy spending the next obscene amount of time just in this room, photosyntheizing through Ginger's presence alone. He really doesn't want to remember other people exist yet. )
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If we have to, then only together.
[ If they’re together, he’d prefer to leave the door locked. Unlocked and Mika could leave - and if he asks to leave alone, what can Ginger do? So together is best, chained to each other like this. ]
You might be uncomfortable if I tie you down, so you’ll just have to stay in my lap. But you’ll get a lot of hugs in exchange.
[ It’s a pretty fair deal. ]
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That sounds like I'm getting the better end of the deal. What do you get for the hugs, when I already give you kisses for free?
( As if to demonstrate, he presses a light kiss besides Ginger's eye - his demon eye. )
... Do you want to tie me up?
( He's already taken the locking up remarks in stride, so he can't exactly pause here, but... it's certainly new. (It should be worrying, and the part of him capable of logic retains that understanding, but he's been so inundated with Ginger's feelings it's hard to divorce this sort of thing from the overwhelming affection it's attached to.) )
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Um - to me, metaphorically.
[ Mostly. ]
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( ///... One was so cool and romantic??? And this one is just sweet. What's a Mika supposed to do?
He gently squishes cups Ginger's cheeks, but this time, instead of a squeeze, he kisses him on the lips proper, and he lets it stay before he parts his mouth to speak. )
... I'd tie myself to you without you having to ask. ( It's not uncomfortable. ) 's not like I need anything else.
( Mika is someone who would do so bad if he were in love with someone who wouldn't treat him kindly, and would probably end up a body on the nine o'clock news sooner or later, but thankfully that's not the case with Ginger. )
... But I'm way happier, um... knowing it's not just me alone. ( Both of them tied down? Still - "Happier"... It's weird to think of himself as happy, but he is right now, with Ginger. ) I kept telling myself that I shouldn't force anyone to stay, if they ever changed their mind, I guess. Not that— I'd never hold it against anyone, or anything.
( But this is way better. )
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[ It’s in the way Mika lives, how he reacts to the joys of life and of love, how fear and doubt temper his dazzling light sometimes. Mika’s heart doesn’t beat audibly, no, but - it shudders and shakes and hums with warmth, Ginger’s sure.
And - Mika doesn’t hold it against anyone, but Ginger holds it against Yuu even if Yuu had chosen to stay (he doesn’t know; he doesn’t care) - because he’s not here now with Mika. Where is he? Why isn’t he here? Unfathomable. ]
So you should stay - here. With me, um, permanently. [ And then he adds anxiously: ] Ahh… I rushed it this time, but I’ll ask again - properly down on my knee, with flowers.
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... That makes it sound like a proposal.
( He assumes Ginger's just being sweet, though, and there's nothing sweeter than the fantasy of a happy ending like that. And if Ginger hears it now, then surely it must be an echo of his own; their own, right now.
Everything Ginger does is nectar to the nth degree, really; Mika only worries he doesn't offer enough back. That Ginger is content just with him and him alone is - it feels unfair. Ginger may say this is enough, but Mika will only want to give him more back the more Ginger insists. )
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I… guess…? I’m proposing we stay together.
[ Ah, wait, Mika did bring up marriage earlier. ‘I've only thought about... marriage, and stuff, he’d said.
Ginger tilts his head curiously. ]
Did you want… the other kind of proposal? Was… marriage something you wanted - before?
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Should I wait until you get flowers to give you my answer?
( As if his answer weren't incredibly obvious, from Mika's perspective.
Though he does redden very slightly when Ginger asks if he "wants" a proposal, he pauses to consider it. )
... Well, I'd say yes if you asked.
( That doesn't answer Ginger's questions, but he gives it anyway. Does that spoil his answer for Ginger's actual proposal? Maybe there can still be faux suspense. But he can tell marriage is the furthest thing from Ginger's mind, so he says it more like it's more a funny little idea, than anything.
By way of explanation, so Ginger doesn't think he's a weirdo who expects long term commitment or anything: )
... I used to play house a lot with the other orphans - they were all even younger than me, so they loved it. It was fun being the mom, or dad, and stuff... but...
( He rubs his thumb idly at the crook of Ginger's neck, the way he does to the hilt of his sword when he's uncomfortable.
His instinct is to continue talking about the orphans - but, Ginger did ask earlier to know more about him, didn't he...? )
... Well, my parents didn't exactly have a good marriage. ( Because of him. That was his fault. ) They were probably happy at the start, and then things changed. And they were both probably stuck in it, at that point. So...
( How could he even dream of asking that of someone else?
(... Regardless of the firm commitment his heart adores, in every form.) )
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[ Which is basically him saying don’t leave, ever.
He whispers, ‘cute…’ at the playing house talk, but. His ears redden when Mika mentions playing mom or dad because - children with Mika in the future, being a family in that sense… he would like that a lot, he thinks. ]
I just think it’s a given that we’re committed to each other for life, so a marriage is… a nice extra…? But - it sounds like your parents forgot each other because the idea of marriage was more important.
I don’t want to commit to a marriage; I want to be committed to you, Mika, for - for forever.
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Really, he hadn't answered directly because - he wasn't sure, himself, if he hoped it. He liked this fairytale idea of a married, family life - and he knew it could exist, if miracles like Ginger's parents could happen. But was he allowed to have that?
But Ginger's always like a breath of fresh air, and the rubbing hesitates. Committed for life... It's not a new vow, but he softens hearing it; his chest feels full. (A kiss isn't enough, he has to die for him,) )
... Yeah. ( He says this dumbly - he feels dumb, for answering so simply; Ginger's always so romantic with his words. He punctuates it, instead, with a kiss. ) You're - way more important than a ring, or a promise. I'll always care for... you, as you are.
( Not the institution; not the words, or exchanged gifts. )
... So I will wait. Every night. And if you ever want to propose for marriage... I'll wait a second time, too.
( And he lets the kiss linger here, deeply - and yet still a little flustered, a little clueless, not that much unlike his first try, like it's all still new.
Let the nights turn to months turn to years, if they want; he'd spend them all by Ginger's side, gladly.
He'll break it only when Ginger needs to breathe, but he seems reluctant even then, too. )
... It wasn't really, my parent's fault... that they ended up that way. But... um, even though I don't know what - I guess, a normal sort of life really looks like... ( Like, among couples, ) I do like thinking about what it'd be like, living with you. Like... when we were talking about sharing an apartment... that sort of thing.
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[ Marriage is a fun idea, but it’s not really all that common in Heaven, and it certainly doesn’t have the same significance as in the human world. But as Ginger takes a breath after their kiss, keeping their faces close - so close, so reluctant to be apart any more than that, he realizes - oh. That doesn’t matter. Because he’s not going back to Heaven, is he…?
He’s not yet ready to let go of Rum, or his family, or his… coworkers. His stomach twists painfully as he imagines the day arriving. But he will, if that’s what it takes to stay with Mika. And Mika… Can he leave this world - can he bear to part from the moon? If he really is moon sick in some way…
The hand caressing Mika’s face slides to the back of his head, carefully encouraging him back in for another kiss, just as deep with Ginger’s brand of neediness where he steals Mika’s tongue for his own, keeping it relentlessly occupied. To keep Mika, he would do anything. That truth rings clear in his soul.
He couldn’t bear to leave him, that would be too cruel when Mika’s meant to be loved. Just like this. ]
I’ll always choose you, Mika. [ A hush murmur against the side of his lips. ] You’ll never have to wait for my answer. Let’s build a life together.
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Still - Ginger's words feel sincere. Mika doesn't feel it like a wave of emotion, but Ginger sounds as honest as he has been when Mika could feel how he felt. )
... Please.
( Soft; stronger than a yes, than an okay, than an I want to, too; a gentle pleading, for this dream to come true. But...
He presses his lips to Ginger's again, this time briefly, gently caressing where his neck meets his jaw. )
... What's wrong?
( And now Mika worries, too. Did he finally recognize some flaw inherent to a life with Mika? Did he want to scale back his commitment? Maybe Mika had said something offbeat. Maybe it was the comment about change. Is he worried Mika's feelings might change, one day? Maybe Mika didn't seem very sincere. )
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I was just wondering if… we would stay here in this world, after all. Where we would live.
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... You wouldn't go back home?
( And this question is asked with a bit of contradiction. Ginger going home is one reason Mika had felt they couldn't be together forever; surely, once Mika's service was up here, he'd also be returned to where he came from... right?
But also - he had imagined vaguely scenarios where Ginger did go home, and Mika had somehow followed, and then Ginger had met Rum again, and then...
But in all these permutations, he'd never thought Ginger would remain here - or that Mika could, either. He never thought that was an option. )
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[ He thinks that’s answer enough, really. ]
I learned from my parents that love is a compromise - in a good way, even if the decisions aren’t… easy. They’re worth it in the end.
[ It’s not easy to stay, but it’s impossible for him to leave Mika. He can - and has - handled missing Rum, missing his family. But not Mika… ]
And I know you’ll think this because you’re sweet and good, but you’re not making me give them up - and I’m not giving them up. Eternity means maybe one day, our paths will cross again. Don’t you think?
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