That's a terrible trade, so no. [ there's no way fireworks would even come close to matching what he sees in tatara's eyes. he gets himself more properly settled in, propping himself up on the hand he just poked tatara with.
at the prodding a smile crosses his features, a glint predatory, before he reaches out to snatch that hand with his own. the movement is fast and agile and he's probably doing himself no favors in the feline comparison department, but he's none the wiser. ]
But you can't explode like this, [ wiggling their entwined fingers ] so now I'll tell you. Yes, I meant with you. When I like something, it's only natural that I'll want to experience it more than once.
[ he doesn't call it indulgent, because to him it's just the natural order of how he conducts himself. ]
And I like you, obviously, Tatara. [ he hopes that's been apparent given their pre-date-actually-after-date planning and coffee kisses, but he might have just realized he hasn't been explicit about it, so he had to fix that. Plus Tatara asked for this. ]
[ He likes the glint, the warmth of his hand, the way he smiles when they look at each other. His fingers intertwine with Khun's without even thinking about it. He realizes he's come to quite like the color blue, especially when it lies on the grass next to him, teases him back, grasps his hand. He thinks of the pink butterflies in his stomach and heart and wonders if they'll ever turn purple.
With him. Not that there was ever a moment of doubt in his mind, strangely, he still finds it nice to have confirmation that it would be. A smile beams across his features, one of many he finds himself wearing in Khun's presence, and his heart genuinely feels like it's going to burst.
He almost doesn't understand what Khun says at first. He shifts his head to get a better look at him and his hair falls over and past his eyes, the color of the late afternoon. He blinks lazily, once, twice, and the brush of red returns to his cheeks again.
Obviously, he got this sense. Like with the suggestion of a return to this spot. But to hear it in words is...is different. And the whole thing he thinks is strange and curious, just as much as it is exhilarating and joyful. ]
Hmm... I don't think I've ever felt this way about anyone before. [ So off balance, but in the best of ways. Is this a crush? Is this what it's like to feel infatuation that isn't whole-hearted devotion?
His voice lowers in volume, like he doesn't even want the wind to hear him— ] I think that means I like you too, Khun.
[ He tugs on their conjoined hands to pull him closer. For what? He isn't sure. He's running off almost entirely vibes and impulses at this point. ]
[ has khun himself ever felt this before? like all things that make up this part of him, they're fuzzy and nondescript, and they fall through his hands like glitter or stardust. that might be the other part of why he chases them, aside from needing to fill the gap in who he is: rigid, honed, polished to a shine aside from one missing piece.
right now all he knows is that he can feel the edges of something on his fingertips, warm and bright. he'd lost that feeling not so long ago, and he wasn't expecting to find it again, so he might have lost his head a little and not realized how far he had wandered until he could see nothing but clouds. not that he has any regrets, because he's never once knew how to walk backwards and that certainly isn't going to change in a world where he can literally fly.
the blue of his eyes reflects coral and the afternoon sun, and khun smiles wider, brighter than them both. ]
Show me. [ he leans in to finish what tatara had started, this kiss different from their past ones. warmer, honeyed and demanding, and maybe just a bit needy. ]
[ There's the briefest moment before the kiss where Tatara sees the smile in Khun's eyes and thinks to himself, he would do anything to keep that joy firmly in place, to see him like that over and over again.
So easily that he bends to Khun's demands. He leaps into the warmth and honey of his own volition. The butterflies leap from his stomach and through his mouth, and he kisses back with an eagerness only those first moments can bring, lips parted, wanting. His hand slips from its spot as his pillow; his head tilts, to deepen, to draw Khun in closer, while his hand gently cups his cheek, to feel blue on his palm. He tries to think in this moment, but can't, because his mind is full of Khun and this new, exciting feeling in his gut. He decides this kiss is much better than the first couple, with the flowers, the breeze, the scent of spring on the air is perfect seasoning on top of it all.
This isn't exactly a nap, but it'll do—it's just as easy to lose himself in this, too. So he tugs him, closer, closer. ]
[ khun's finding that it's not only hard to string two thoughts together when they're like this, but that it's also near impossible to fight his instincts. they run in his blood and they run in all of who he is, and right now they're demanding that for every bit he's pulled he answer in kind. but he's never been very good at settling for the bare minimum.
he answers the kiss with one of heat and tongue, chasing more of this feeling, more of this want, relentless. there's no way he's only stopping at a few, the only half thought he has that he can't find as good purchase as he wants with how they're positioned. that can be solved easily enough if he tips tatara onto the grass completely, leaning over him with his torso, so that's what he does. the irony escapes him that this is pretty similar to how they were in his bed not too long ago. ]
[ Khun chases and Tatara gives in. Relentless pursuit is met with an invitation to dance as Tatara mirrors what he's given, pushes, pulls, smiles into the kiss, tastes the fire of Khun's being for himself. He thinks it's a familiar heat, one he's warmed himself on in the past, but what does he know? He can't really think right now.
He rolls over onto his back and his arms whip readily around Khun's neck, inviting him in. His fingertips tangle in the ends of his hair, strands of silk on his skin. Khun is like a powerful undercurrent in a placid river, he thinks. The sudden drop into the depths at the end of the beach. But...
...
Khun weighs him down, and Tatara wonders if he'll become a part of the grass like this. He sighs out a light chuckle into his lips, lets Khun take control. Whatever he has to say, it can wait. ]
[ one of his hands has found it's way to grasp the collar of tatara's shirt, the other down his torso, dragging thin cotton against skin. a mix of new sensation and lost sensation, swirled together like an eddy in the sea. in the sensation of their lips, tongues, and breath he's lost in the current until the laugh, like a bubble, bursts to the surface.
he separates them enough to properly speak, but doesn't really pull back any. even still it takes him a moment to find his voice, licking his lips as he does. ]
Do you need your tongue back? [ affectionately, teasingly. ]
[ Khun might separate, but Tatara's fingers lightly press to the back of his head (and carefully, so as not to muss his hair), to bring their foreheads together. He's all smiles, in his shining eyes, his flushed cheeks, his kiss-swollen lips. ]
Not if that means I have to give yours back. [ He says this with equal affection, is tone soft, but still bright.
One hand drops, only to brush his thumb over Khun's cheek. ]
You're more like fire than I thought.
[ His other thought, about sage and wizard, dances around in the back of his mind, but he's much too taken by Khun's passion right now to give it voice. ]
[ it's funny, he's almost entirely impossible to fluster him with compliments, but that doesn't seem to apply when it's an entirely new one that he hasn't considered. at least that's what it sounds like, the thumb on his cheek and the way their foreheads are touching not doing him much good either.
tatara gets to both see and feel khun flush shades of pink and red, khun closing his eyes briefly in the face of all of this warmth. ]
That's a new one. Go on. [ softer than he intended, but intentions feel overrated right now. ]
[ No answer immediately comes, because Tatara is taken by the heat and reds that decorate Khun's face (and must match his own; he can't see it for himself, but he can certainly feel it). He tells himself he's right as he lightly runs his thumb over Khun's cheek again, like he can feel the brush strokes. ]
You seem so cool and calm, but I think... [ His hand draws downward, fingers eventually settling on Khun's chest, where his heart would be. It's as he moves his arm he becomes conscious of where Khun's own hands are on him, and goosebumps blossom beneath his clothes. ] You burn hot and bright on the inside.
Mmn. [ the fingers on his chest are particularly distracting, it's been a long time since he's been touched this way and never this gently. he breathes out, moving to place a kiss at the corner of the grin to sate himself momentarily. ]
The Khun line is known for our lightning. I've never liked that association but—lightning's bright and hot, and starts fires. Maybe I don't mind it the way you've said it.
[ it's something he's earnestly thinking about, turning over in his head with how he views himself. or at least he's trying to think it through with varying degrees of success given their positioning. that might be working in his favor though, because if he were truly lucid he might have rejected the comparison on reflex even if it is pretty accurate.
the agnis line is cold, calculating and ruthless, and for all his feelings (or non-feelings) on the matter, that will always be part of him. but so too will his other half, the part that strikes decisively, is unbending, domineering, and without a thought for what's in his way, even if it's himself. it burns with the desire to control and to rule. and it sparks when it finds something special and ignites.
he thinks through all of those thoughts and wonders if this is part of filling in the emptiness inside of him. well, he's thought enough for now. ]
Maybe, huh? [ he starts to lay a trail of kisses from the edges of that smile down to the vulnerable skin of tatara's neck. ]
[ It's like a shock through his heart, lightning itself tearing through his chest and leaving a burn. The light echoes through him, shaking him to his core, and for a moment, he can't breathe. Khun as lightning. Maybe he doesn't like the comparison much, but it only need strike once, doesn't it? As Tatara stares into the blue of his eyes he can feel something in him change again. Irreversibly this time, he thinks.
In the crevasses left behind, Khun's kisses settle in comfortably, water easing into cracks in the ground. As Khun starts traveling down his neck, his hand comes back to his shoulder, and he can hear himself laughing. That's a ticklish spot, at least one of them. Or maybe he laughs because he can't contain whatever it is that beats in his chest now? ]
N-no— [ He says this between laughs, and his fingers curl into him. ] Definitely. Definitely. I was just—I'm just teasing—
[ That thought floats to his mind again, between ripples. ]
[ he's not thinking anymore, chasing the sunbursts from one spot to the next, the laughter in his ears a rhythm to sing along to with his lips. so he's listening as closely as he can manage when he hears his name again, blinks once and then twice. lifts his head, blue meeting coral. ]
[ khun was expecting them to talk about this at some point, just not right now when 99% of his brain is turned off. you can't just ask him to shift into a different gear like this, but tatara apparently has.
there's no filter on his expression, partly because that would take effort, so tatara gets to see and feel his exasperation. ]
[ there's an echo here too, whispers in his ears and eyes following him through clear glass and down long winding hallways. those memories push at him making something twist in his chest, though the gentle touch of hands on his cheeks is somehow just a little bit stronger.
with a sigh, he makes a few decisions in sequence. one, if they're talking about this now he's going to get comfortable, which means he moves to fully straddle tatara, hands coming to rest lightly on his chest. two, he decides just then what their relationship is, giving shape to some of the haze floating every which way. three, well that part comes through in his tone, smooth and full of conviction. ]
I think that should has no place, unless you let it. I'm not the type of person to let myself be controlled by a single word. [ or by anything, really. ]
But...there's no real reason not to have this relationship. [ his heart beats faster when he breathes that word into the air, fingers curling tightly around fabric, but he continues anyway. ]
I'm not here as your wizard, but when I need to be, I can be. I have more than enough names you can call me by for that.
[ Yes, right now. Tatara is a man who follows his whims (for the most part, without thinking), and the thought was strong after the whole rejection he had to dole out the other day that it followed him to today. It never worried him, since he doesn't worry, but it did leave him wondering.
He watches Khun's face go through it all and he can't help but smile in amusement. He's cute? He's cute.
Though the smile quickly vanishes, wide-eyed surprise and a flush taking over his features when Khun straddles him. His hands fall limply across his stomach, and whatever free-floating dandelion seed thoughts he might have had are quickly drawn in by the blue of Khun's eyes.
A very convincing argument. He's right, though—it wasn't a thought he was having when they first kissed, it wasn't a thought he had when Khun offered him the key to his room, it wasn't a thought he had when he got dressed for this date. It's easy to forget when they're together. He probably wouldn't have even thought about it had he not used the excuse previously.
He tilts his head in the grass. ]
So long as you can switch back and forth when I need you to, and you trust me to do the same, then... [ He smiles, pink butterflies in his stomach stirring again as this whole thing realizes. ] It should work out, right?
[ He puts a hand over Khun's. ]
Then what should I call Khun of the Western Country, and Khun of Tatara Totsuka?
hearing his name called in that way stirs a funny feeling in him, though it's not a bad one per se. if anything, it's more amused than anything else.
this can be part of claiming that name for himself he thinks, and he draws satisfaction out of it to quiet the fluttering against his bones. khun thinks for a moment, threading their fingers together as he does, using the touch to help him find his way. ]
The Khun of the Western Country is Khun Aguero Agnis. Just Khun works unless it's an official document or proclamation.
And the other one is simply Aguero. Let me hear you say it.
[ The confirmation is validating. It's all he really needs, and the stray thoughts soon quiet and calm and all that's left is a brighter, wider smile on his face.
His chest physically rises, then falls as he breathes; their fingers intertwine and he can feel the sunshine and the electricity warm his hand.
His wish is Tatara's command. ]
Aguero. [ That's his name? His first name? Just for Tatara? It feels like a treasure on his tongue, and later he'll come to associate it with flowers, with sunshine.
But there's no point in holding it for safekeeping without giving it a test drive first, is there? ]
[ as much as he asked for it hearing his name, just his name that solely belongs to him, is dizzying. it makes his heart skip a beat, like he's been shocked with a bolt of lightning himself, and then with the added declaration on top—
he'll get through it, he always does, but his eyes are particularly blue and deep, vast as the ocean. his voice is uncharacteristically a little unsteady; waves breaking in every direction in his chest. but breakers can still catch the light of the sun, of tatara's smile, and he uses that brightness to guide him. ]
I like you too, Tatara. [ his lips press into a small, understated smile from his heart, full of a bright new light he's not sure he'll ever understand. ]
[ Tatara looks at Khun—no, Aguero for who he is, and he hears the waver in his voice, and he locks that away in the little pocket of his heart meant for memories of him. He looks into his eyes and can't decide if his blue is of the sky or the sea, but ultimately decides that no matter what he is, Tatara would like to get lost in him, and will be the wind that dances between them.
He wonders if his cheeks are going to hurt later from smiling so much. His heart aches in new ways and the butterflies flutter harder the longer he stares at Aguero, haloed by the setting sun. ]
Of course. [ His other hand reaches for the other's face, to encourage him downward. ] Of course I will.
[ the beat of his heart thunders in his chest, louder than it was the first time they kissed and more known than after the night he let his impulses run free. he's not exactly sure how he got here and he's also not sure how he let those words fall from his mouth, but maybe that's the point of it all.
was this what it's like to embrace uncertainty? he feels like he's losing his mind a little. in a good way, he thinks. aguero lets himself be guided down, easing into a fuller smile and murmuring a few words before he lets the rest of himself speak for him. ]
I like that answer. [ it's important to say, just as important as the kiss that follows, deep and aching. ]
When he kisses back it's slower, steeped in the moment, but no less wanting or passionate. His hand slips around Aguero's neck again, growing more and more comfortable with this new dance with a new person. He breathes him in, and he commits the colors and the sensations and everything to memory. While Aguero might feel like he's losing his mind, Tatara feels like he's seen new colors, a new type of art, heard music he's never heard before, and he loses himself in it.
It's only when he feels the cool skirting of the trees' shadows on his toes that he makes any effort to twist his lips from Augero's, and makes every effort to peel his eyes open. ]
[ the feel of their lips together, the way their bodies are pressed on one another, and the taste of him on his tongue; honestly he feels more than a little drunk. it's with effort that aguero opens his eyes, shifts a little bit but doesn't properly move any. ]
Hmm? You didn't forget. [ he on the other hand very well might have, temporarily. not that he's admitting as much. ]
I really might have to give you full marks for this date.
Hold on. [ even half coherent, it's still easy for him to switch their positions, rolling onto the grass with tatara on top of him. ]
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at the prodding a smile crosses his features, a glint predatory, before he reaches out to snatch that hand with his own. the movement is fast and agile and he's probably doing himself no favors in the feline comparison department, but he's none the wiser. ]
But you can't explode like this, [ wiggling their entwined fingers ] so now I'll tell you. Yes, I meant with you. When I like something, it's only natural that I'll want to experience it more than once.
[ he doesn't call it indulgent, because to him it's just the natural order of how he conducts himself. ]
And I like you, obviously, Tatara. [ he hopes that's been apparent given their pre-date-actually-after-date planning and coffee kisses, but he might have just realized he hasn't been explicit about it, so he had to fix that. Plus Tatara asked for this. ]
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With him. Not that there was ever a moment of doubt in his mind, strangely, he still finds it nice to have confirmation that it would be. A smile beams across his features, one of many he finds himself wearing in Khun's presence, and his heart genuinely feels like it's going to burst.
He almost doesn't understand what Khun says at first. He shifts his head to get a better look at him and his hair falls over and past his eyes, the color of the late afternoon. He blinks lazily, once, twice, and the brush of red returns to his cheeks again.
Obviously, he got this sense. Like with the suggestion of a return to this spot. But to hear it in words is...is different. And the whole thing he thinks is strange and curious, just as much as it is exhilarating and joyful. ]
Hmm... I don't think I've ever felt this way about anyone before. [ So off balance, but in the best of ways. Is this a crush? Is this what it's like to feel infatuation that isn't whole-hearted devotion?
His voice lowers in volume, like he doesn't even want the wind to hear him— ] I think that means I like you too, Khun.
[ He tugs on their conjoined hands to pull him closer. For what? He isn't sure. He's running off almost entirely vibes and impulses at this point. ]
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right now all he knows is that he can feel the edges of something on his fingertips, warm and bright. he'd lost that feeling not so long ago, and he wasn't expecting to find it again, so he might have lost his head a little and not realized how far he had wandered until he could see nothing but clouds. not that he has any regrets, because he's never once knew how to walk backwards and that certainly isn't going to change in a world where he can literally fly.
the blue of his eyes reflects coral and the afternoon sun, and khun smiles wider, brighter than them both. ]
Show me. [ he leans in to finish what tatara had started, this kiss different from their past ones. warmer, honeyed and demanding, and maybe just a bit needy. ]
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So easily that he bends to Khun's demands. He leaps into the warmth and honey of his own volition. The butterflies leap from his stomach and through his mouth, and he kisses back with an eagerness only those first moments can bring, lips parted, wanting. His hand slips from its spot as his pillow; his head tilts, to deepen, to draw Khun in closer, while his hand gently cups his cheek, to feel blue on his palm. He tries to think in this moment, but can't, because his mind is full of Khun and this new, exciting feeling in his gut. He decides this kiss is much better than the first couple, with the flowers, the breeze, the scent of spring on the air is perfect seasoning on top of it all.
This isn't exactly a nap, but it'll do—it's just as easy to lose himself in this, too. So he tugs him, closer, closer. ]
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he answers the kiss with one of heat and tongue, chasing more of this feeling, more of this want, relentless. there's no way he's only stopping at a few, the only half thought he has that he can't find as good purchase as he wants with how they're positioned. that can be solved easily enough if he tips tatara onto the grass completely, leaning over him with his torso, so that's what he does. the irony escapes him that this is pretty similar to how they were in his bed not too long ago. ]
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He rolls over onto his back and his arms whip readily around Khun's neck, inviting him in. His fingertips tangle in the ends of his hair, strands of silk on his skin. Khun is like a powerful undercurrent in a placid river, he thinks. The sudden drop into the depths at the end of the beach. But...
...
Khun weighs him down, and Tatara wonders if he'll become a part of the grass like this. He sighs out a light chuckle into his lips, lets Khun take control. Whatever he has to say, it can wait. ]
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he separates them enough to properly speak, but doesn't really pull back any. even still it takes him a moment to find his voice, licking his lips as he does. ]
Do you need your tongue back? [ affectionately, teasingly. ]
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Not if that means I have to give yours back. [ He says this with equal affection, is tone soft, but still bright.
One hand drops, only to brush his thumb over Khun's cheek. ]
You're more like fire than I thought.
[ His other thought, about sage and wizard, dances around in the back of his mind, but he's much too taken by Khun's passion right now to give it voice. ]
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tatara gets to both see and feel khun flush shades of pink and red, khun closing his eyes briefly in the face of all of this warmth. ]
That's a new one. Go on. [ softer than he intended, but intentions feel overrated right now. ]
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You seem so cool and calm, but I think... [ His hand draws downward, fingers eventually settling on Khun's chest, where his heart would be. It's as he moves his arm he becomes conscious of where Khun's own hands are on him, and goosebumps blossom beneath his clothes. ] You burn hot and bright on the inside.
[ After a beat, he grins. ]
Or maybe I just like the way you kiss me?
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The Khun line is known for our lightning. I've never liked that association but—lightning's bright and hot, and starts fires. Maybe I don't mind it the way you've said it.
[ it's something he's earnestly thinking about, turning over in his head with how he views himself. or at least he's trying to think it through with varying degrees of success given their positioning. that might be working in his favor though, because if he were truly lucid he might have rejected the comparison on reflex even if it is pretty accurate.
the agnis line is cold, calculating and ruthless, and for all his feelings (or non-feelings) on the matter, that will always be part of him. but so too will his other half, the part that strikes decisively, is unbending, domineering, and without a thought for what's in his way, even if it's himself. it burns with the desire to control and to rule. and it sparks when it finds something special and ignites.
he thinks through all of those thoughts and wonders if this is part of filling in the emptiness inside of him. well, he's thought enough for now. ]
Maybe, huh? [ he starts to lay a trail of kisses from the edges of that smile down to the vulnerable skin of tatara's neck. ]
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In the crevasses left behind, Khun's kisses settle in comfortably, water easing into cracks in the ground. As Khun starts traveling down his neck, his hand comes back to his shoulder, and he can hear himself laughing. That's a ticklish spot, at least one of them. Or maybe he laughs because he can't contain whatever it is that beats in his chest now? ]
N-no— [ He says this between laughs, and his fingers curl into him. ] Definitely. Definitely. I was just—I'm just teasing—
[ That thought floats to his mind again, between ripples. ]
Khun, wait— Hold on—
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What? [ it's not harsh, it just is. ]
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A question... [ His tone is airy, joyful as he trails off. He cups Khun's face in his hands only because he likes holding him. ]
Do you think sage and wizard should have a relationship like this?
[ He isn't reprimanding, or guilty. He's genuinely curious, and he wants to know what Khun thinks. ]
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[ khun was expecting them to talk about this at some point, just not right now when 99% of his brain is turned off. you can't just ask him to shift into a different gear like this, but tatara apparently has.
there's no filter on his expression, partly because that would take effort, so tatara gets to see and feel his exasperation. ]
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with a sigh, he makes a few decisions in sequence. one, if they're talking about this now he's going to get comfortable, which means he moves to fully straddle tatara, hands coming to rest lightly on his chest. two, he decides just then what their relationship is, giving shape to some of the haze floating every which way. three, well that part comes through in his tone, smooth and full of conviction. ]
I think that should has no place, unless you let it. I'm not the type of person to let myself be controlled by a single word. [ or by anything, really. ]
But...there's no real reason not to have this relationship. [ his heart beats faster when he breathes that word into the air, fingers curling tightly around fabric, but he continues anyway. ]
I'm not here as your wizard, but when I need to be, I can be. I have more than enough names you can call me by for that.
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He watches Khun's face go through it all and he can't help but smile in amusement. He's cute? He's cute.
Though the smile quickly vanishes, wide-eyed surprise and a flush taking over his features when Khun straddles him. His hands fall limply across his stomach, and whatever free-floating dandelion seed thoughts he might have had are quickly drawn in by the blue of Khun's eyes.
A very convincing argument. He's right, though—it wasn't a thought he was having when they first kissed, it wasn't a thought he had when Khun offered him the key to his room, it wasn't a thought he had when he got dressed for this date. It's easy to forget when they're together. He probably wouldn't have even thought about it had he not used the excuse previously.
He tilts his head in the grass. ]
So long as you can switch back and forth when I need you to, and you trust me to do the same, then... [ He smiles, pink butterflies in his stomach stirring again as this whole thing realizes. ] It should work out, right?
[ He puts a hand over Khun's. ]
Then what should I call Khun of the Western Country, and Khun of Tatara Totsuka?
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[ (...)
hearing his name called in that way stirs a funny feeling in him, though it's not a bad one per se. if anything, it's more amused than anything else.
this can be part of claiming that name for himself he thinks, and he draws satisfaction out of it to quiet the fluttering against his bones. khun thinks for a moment, threading their fingers together as he does, using the touch to help him find his way. ]
The Khun of the Western Country is Khun Aguero Agnis. Just Khun works unless it's an official document or proclamation.
And the other one is simply Aguero. Let me hear you say it.
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His chest physically rises, then falls as he breathes; their fingers intertwine and he can feel the sunshine and the electricity warm his hand.
His wish is Tatara's command. ]
Aguero. [ That's his name? His first name? Just for Tatara? It feels like a treasure on his tongue, and later he'll come to associate it with flowers, with sunshine.
But there's no point in holding it for safekeeping without giving it a test drive first, is there? ]
I like you, Aguero.
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he'll get through it, he always does, but his eyes are particularly blue and deep, vast as the ocean. his voice is uncharacteristically a little unsteady; waves breaking in every direction in his chest. but breakers can still catch the light of the sun, of tatara's smile, and he uses that brightness to guide him. ]
I like you too, Tatara. [ his lips press into a small, understated smile from his heart, full of a bright new light he's not sure he'll ever understand. ]
Will you go out with me?
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He wonders if his cheeks are going to hurt later from smiling so much. His heart aches in new ways and the butterflies flutter harder the longer he stares at Aguero, haloed by the setting sun. ]
Of course. [ His other hand reaches for the other's face, to encourage him downward. ] Of course I will.
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was this what it's like to embrace uncertainty? he feels like he's losing his mind a little. in a good way, he thinks. aguero lets himself be guided down, easing into a fuller smile and murmuring a few words before he lets the rest of himself speak for him. ]
I like that answer. [ it's important to say, just as important as the kiss that follows, deep and aching. ]
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When he kisses back it's slower, steeped in the moment, but no less wanting or passionate. His hand slips around Aguero's neck again, growing more and more comfortable with this new dance with a new person. He breathes him in, and he commits the colors and the sensations and everything to memory. While Aguero might feel like he's losing his mind, Tatara feels like he's seen new colors, a new type of art, heard music he's never heard before, and he loses himself in it.
It's only when he feels the cool skirting of the trees' shadows on his toes that he makes any effort to twist his lips from Augero's, and makes every effort to peel his eyes open. ]
Hey. [ He sounds groggy. ] What about our nap?
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Hmm? You didn't forget. [ he on the other hand very well might have, temporarily. not that he's admitting as much. ]
I really might have to give you full marks for this date.
Hold on. [ even half coherent, it's still easy for him to switch their positions, rolling onto the grass with tatara on top of him. ]
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He isn't expecting the roll, though. ]
—Oof!
[ But his surprise quickly morphs into a laugh. Arms entangled behind Aguero's head, he shifts to bury his face into his neck. ]
You're my pillow now.
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