[ He's hoisted up and he laughs again. It feels like Aguero could have thrown him into the air and he would have floated upwards and onwards, forever into the moon and the stars. Tatara clings to him and he can't stop smiling; he hears the I love you and it earns Aguero another kiss, wherever his lips land.
He's totally oblivious to all the delighted whispers from the customers around them (westerners love this,). ]
But I'm always smiling around you. That's how happy you make me. [ Still, he's beaming—his cheeks almost hurt from the joy. With a finger, he pokes at Aguero's lips. ] That almost feels like cheating.
[ He might be let down soon, but that doesn't stop him from nestling against him, getting comfortable. ]
Well that's my specialty. [ cheating, skirting the lines of cheating, all that shady stuff... not the smiling or happiness thing? but maybe he's good at it, but that's one area where he vibes rather than overthinks.
his intention really was to put him down once he'd indulged in the moment, but now that tatara's made himself comfortable he really doesn't want to. his only retaliation to the poke is a light squeeze and dumb smile, he's stupidly content like this. ]
[ Aguero's dumb smiles are the most delightful things in this world right now, Tatara thinks. This isn't new, maybe not at this point, but his heart flutters in his chest like it may as well be, and he sighs, content. He wishes he could decorate Aguero in flowers, too. ]
Outside. To the street. [ He has his own impulses, and he kicks his feet lightly. As much as he'd like to stay cradled in his arms like this— ] I want to dance with you until the sun sets, and then I want to dance with you beneath the stars.
[ And in defiance of the moon? He wonders if they could float in the air while they dance, become stars themselves— ]
Dancing? We never did dance at the ball. [ khun was too busy playing politics and terrorizing kurapika back then. now however, he's smitten with the idea, grinning as bright as a star himself.
out the store they go then, but not before he takes a kiss to savor this moment one more time. the chocolates and flowers are coming too of course, khum vaguely aware of the... clapping? it seems to be clapping, that's for them as they leave.
he sets his boyfriend down once they're outside, looking to the gifts. ]
We didn't. [ But it's never too late to make up for it, is it?
Tatara wants that grin for himself, so he leans in and nips at Aguero's lower lip—only to be met with another kiss, and he positively melts in his arms.
The clapping could be fireworks, or trumpet fanfare, or canon fire. It's all the same, because he doesn't really hear it behind the rhythmical beating of his own heart in his ears.
As his feet touch the ground, he looks to the gifts, and reaches for them. ]
Maybe we can have just a little nibble before we dance. [ He pops open the lid of the chocolates and grabs one. But instead of taking it for himself, he holds it out between his fingers to feed Aguero. Say ah! ]
[ Tatara pops the chocolate into Aguero's mouth, and he beams! ]
How is it?
[ And he takes one for himself too, letting the sweet flavors of the chocolate spread over his tongue.
As he still chews, one hand grasps Aguero's, fingers lacing through his. Hehe. Tatara's buzzing with joy, and it seems he won't even want to wait until he's done chewing to start dancing. ]
[ And swept up in the moment, and for just a chance to have one last taste of the chocolate, Tatara stands on his toes to greet him with a deep, greedy kiss, stealing away what flavors of the chocolate lingers in Aguero's mouth. His now.
When he falls back on his heels— ]
I do. I think you're happy when you are, and I like it when you're happy.
[ He adjusts the hold he has on Aguero's hand, his signal he's about three seconds away from dragging him into a dance, regardless of the flowers and the chocolates they still hold. ]
[ well there go all his thoughts including but not limited to the fact that they're just doing this out in the middle of a random street where everyone can see them. not that he's shy but still.
to be honest, he's really not used to being doted on in any sense. it's foreign and alien and some part of him should prickle at the notion that he's not entirely self-sufficient like he was raised to be. but since it's tatara and since he's just been entirely disarmed by that long deep kiss, those thoughts just get smoothed over like a wrinkle. ]
Well I like your cooking. [ genuinely, it has a homecooked nature to it that he's never had before. ]
And I'm glad you like the chocolates, but I'm putting them away before they melt. The flowers too, because I want to hold you. [ so away go the chocolate and flowers into his lighthouse. now they're both free to arrange themselves properly, which khun does, putting his other hand on the square of his boyfriend's back.
he's used to leading and doesn't entirely know how to follow, but he's also curious where tatara's whims will lead them. he tilts his head to the side, waiting to see what his boyfriend will do. ]
[ You see that little look of awe on Tatara's face when he poofs away the gifts? Aguero's magic never fails to impress him, even the tiniest tricks.
Oh, he's so in love.
Tatara might naturally take the following position, but he's the one that moves first. He tugs Aguero as he glides down the city street, spinning and laughing and every once in a while, humming his own tune. Their own tune—one just for him and Aguero. Maybe they spin as they move, but no matter what sort of unorthodox or erratic moves Tatara drags him into, the people in the street move out of the way. How wonderful, they whisper. How romantic.
Coral glistens and glitters; his cheeks flush the same color. His gaze rests firmly on Aguero's blue because he finds it more vast, more welcoming, and more full of possibilities than the sky itself. ]
I love you— [ He murmurs, breathlessly between laughs and improvised tunes, for the umpteenth time today. ] I want to dance with you forever, Aguero.
[ they spin and twirl, because as much as aguero is following in tandem (not following along, the distinction is different), he's still entirely himself. he responds back to the laughter with dips and other flourishes of his own dusted with smiles and grins like stardust. it's sometime in the middle of their dance that he realizes that this truly is what their relationship is like.
they dance and they dance together, pulling each other along. they're equals, partners, even though they're both not used to having someone in step with them for entirely different reasons. they get lost in each other and at some point aguero is pink, dyed by all this affection.
he's not thinking, delirious, lovestruck. (was there something in the chocolate? he wouldn't be able to tell.) ]
I love you too. [ how unabashed that comes out, just like they're curled up with one another after making love. how he doesn't even think what forever means, even if it waters a seed in his mind. ]
Let's start with the sky. [ air might as well be the ground when you have magic. each step they take is like a step, climbing higher and higher to the clouds. ]
[ Tatara gives a little gasp as he feels their steps elevate; his eyes widen with alarm at first, and then awe, and he stares at Aguero with the entirety of his face dusted pink. His hands move instinctively, removing themselves from their proper spots for a proper dance and his arms come to wreathe Aguero's neck, fingers lacing gently behind his head.
He doesn't look down, at the awed masses of the city. All he needs to look at is his sky, his ocean, and he does so with all the adoration he has in his heart—which is quite a lot at this point.
He feels the wind in his hair and on his cheeks as they spin, and he feels like he doesn't need anything else in the world. ]
If I'm a bird, and you're my sky, [ He murmurs this in the same melody he's been humming this whole time, a little seed in his mind. ] then this is where we belong.
[ Does it make sense? He isn't sure, but it feels right, in his heart. ]
[ oh does he get to lead and hold his boyfriend close now? that makes this even more sublime. up they go, sometimes with little steps and sometimes with long twirls, past the rooftops into the bright blue beyond the cityscape. ]
Are you a bird? [ tatara can be what he wants khun thinks, but- ] I do see you as something in the sky.
[ He does! Tatara leans into his hold, and he doesn't even have to worry about tripping over anyone's feet. It's all air, and they drift in tandem anyway.
He laughs, bright and delighted. ]
Maybe. Or a butterfly. Or the breeze. [ He tries to pull Aguero down to him, closer, just because he likes his face and his voice. ] I guess it depends on what you are.
[ they're going to hit the clouds at this rate, but aguero might have stopped paying attention. the closer they are the harder it is to see anything else, so of course he cant resist it. ]
I think you're fireworks in the sky. And I'll catch all of you, all for myself. [ it's something he's felt for a while but never known how to say, but here where he's not thinking at all, it comes easy. ]
He would be a rich man if he had a dollar for every time Aguero steals his breath away. He feels his heart leap in his chest, and he feels sparks of his own glisten in his eyes.
He remembers the night they spent at the oasis, underneath the fireworks, how beautiful Aguero looked beneath the colors as they burst. It was only for a moment. But the image in his mind sticks with him forever.
Tatara can't help himself. He pulls Aguero into a deep, deep kiss, hoping to find the word fireworks in his mouth and swallow it for himself. ]
Then you're my sky. [ He murmurs this only after pulling back, just enough to speak, against his lips. ] Because you've already caught all of me, all for yourself.
[ aguero of course gives it to him, letting himself be drawn into the kiss like he was drawn to him from that first spark in the steam. tatara can have it all, the fireworks dancing on his tongue, the heat in his kisses, the breath in his lungs.
he doesn't want to separate but the words make it worth it, the smile they elicit pleased with a small flutter of laughter. ]
I am blue. [ obviously, but there's something funny about stating the obvious; maybe it makes the connections indisputable- aguero is blue and the sky, tatara is coral and fireworks. ]
[ He tastes it and it tastes of afternoon naps and sunshine and fire and lightning and all the other things that Tatara loves so much about him.
He can't help but grin, admire his blue, how nice it looks when the breeze plays with his hair. ]
You already have me.
[ Implications, implications. But all Tatara thinks about are his feet in the air and his boyfriend in his arms and the brilliant fireworks display they both put on together.
They'll have to come down eventually, but Tatara secretly wishes this dance could be their forever. ]
[ implications have a solid weight to them, a weight that aguero's left behind on the ground now that he's in the sky. not that he doesn't speak from the heart in every way; if he could have this moment forever he might actually agree to forgo all his other aspirations and plans.
he puts all of that into his kisses, all over his lips and tongue and the way he holds tatara tight against him. how long he loses himself in that he doesn't know, but they do have to come down sometime. ]
[ ...actually he doesn't remember or notice that part either. what he does notice is that suddenly he's feeling a little damp? on the rest of his body that aren't his lips because by now their love for one another has definitely turned messy.
he pulls back a bit just to open his eyes, blinking a few times. actually he's more than damp, he feels...wet? and the tiniest bit cold. and why is everything as hazy as his mind feels? ]
...we didn't dance into the ocean did we? [ dumbly he asks, as they float through a cloud. ]
[ Tatara laughs lightly, because of course they didn't. They're dancing in the sky, where both of them shine the brightest—
Except his little laugh devolves into a light cough. He leans into Aguero's chest, and he realizes the air is getting thin enough that he might not be able to breathe at all if they go any higher. ]
A cloud, I think. [ He says this quietly, with what his lungs will allow.
He clings tighter, and presses his lips to his neck. ]
tatara coughs and aguero snaps to reality--he hadn't noticed that the air was getting thin either because he naturally has stronger lungs and endurance due to his heritage. he's knowledgeable enough (and cognizant enough) not to drop them instantly but slowly back down to the rooftops of the city, holding his boyfriend close in an attempt to shield him from most of the moisture and cold. he magics away his outer vest at some point because it's getting soggy and just weighing him down leaving only his button-up shirt, white and purple plaid, on. ]
Sorry, I should have noticed sooner. Are you okay? [ he ultimately lands them in someone's rooftop garden, the bright flowers a suitable cushioning. his hair is damp, ends slightly wavy, but his shirt is absolutely soaked through and puckered against his chest. ]
[ Tatara's weak coughing eventually morphs back into quiet laughing. Even when he manages a deep breath to re-fill his lungs with air and even when he manages to look past his damp eyelashes to see they've landed somewhere they probably shouldn't be (not that he minds, really, where they should and shouldn't be), his laughing doesn't stop. He's giddy. And even though they've come down now, he still feels like he's floating. ]
I'm fine. [ He's soaked too, and he only notices when he reaches to cup Aguero's cheek in his hand and the fabric clings to his skin. He's fine. More than fine. And now that he has full lungs to laugh, he's more than fine.
There's a short moment where he gazes into Aguero's eyes and decides he likes his blue better than the sky's, when an important realization comes to him. His eyes snap open, and he gasps. ]
But are the chocolates fine? [ Where did they put them, are they soaked too, did they forget them— ]
[ the laughing helps to assuage his concern but really what gets him to actually relax is the question about the chocolates. he smiles then, cheeky. ]
I put them in my lighthouse.
[ it pops into existence, doing a little spin to flick beads of water onto the flowers in the neighboring planter. the chocolates and all the other assorted accessories he's brought along for this date are completely dry inside. ]
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He's totally oblivious to all the delighted whispers from the customers around them (westerners love this,). ]
But I'm always smiling around you. That's how happy you make me. [ Still, he's beaming—his cheeks almost hurt from the joy. With a finger, he pokes at Aguero's lips. ] That almost feels like cheating.
[ He might be let down soon, but that doesn't stop him from nestling against him, getting comfortable. ]
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his intention really was to put him down once he'd indulged in the moment, but now that tatara's made himself comfortable he really doesn't want to. his only retaliation to the poke is a light squeeze and dumb smile, he's stupidly content like this. ]
Where do you want to go?
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Outside. To the street. [ He has his own impulses, and he kicks his feet lightly. As much as he'd like to stay cradled in his arms like this— ] I want to dance with you until the sun sets, and then I want to dance with you beneath the stars.
[ And in defiance of the moon? He wonders if they could float in the air while they dance, become stars themselves— ]
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out the store they go then, but not before he takes a kiss to savor this moment one more time. the chocolates and flowers are coming too of course, khum vaguely aware of the... clapping? it seems to be clapping, that's for them as they leave.
he sets his boyfriend down once they're outside, looking to the gifts. ]
Should I hold these for now?
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Tatara wants that grin for himself, so he leans in and nips at Aguero's lower lip—only to be met with another kiss, and he positively melts in his arms.
The clapping could be fireworks, or trumpet fanfare, or canon fire. It's all the same, because he doesn't really hear it behind the rhythmical beating of his own heart in his ears.
As his feet touch the ground, he looks to the gifts, and reaches for them. ]
Maybe we can have just a little nibble before we dance. [ He pops open the lid of the chocolates and grabs one. But instead of taking it for himself, he holds it out between his fingers to feed Aguero. Say ah! ]
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his mouth is open though, so... ]
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[ Tatara pops the chocolate into Aguero's mouth, and he beams! ]
How is it?
[ And he takes one for himself too, letting the sweet flavors of the chocolate spread over his tongue.
As he still chews, one hand grasps Aguero's, fingers lacing through his. Hehe. Tatara's buzzing with joy, and it seems he won't even want to wait until he's done chewing to start dancing. ]
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...this is tasty though, he's glad he doesn't have to go and stab the chocolatier later.
after he swallows, with a glance at their hands. ]
I like it. Do you?
[ he starts to get into position as much as he can, but he's also got to put away the gifts first. ]
I think you like feeding me.
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[ And swept up in the moment, and for just a chance to have one last taste of the chocolate, Tatara stands on his toes to greet him with a deep, greedy kiss, stealing away what flavors of the chocolate lingers in Aguero's mouth. His now.
When he falls back on his heels— ]
I do. I think you're happy when you are, and I like it when you're happy.
[ He adjusts the hold he has on Aguero's hand, his signal he's about three seconds away from dragging him into a dance, regardless of the flowers and the chocolates they still hold. ]
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to be honest, he's really not used to being doted on in any sense. it's foreign and alien and some part of him should prickle at the notion that he's not entirely self-sufficient like he was raised to be. but since it's tatara and since he's just been entirely disarmed by that long deep kiss, those thoughts just get smoothed over like a wrinkle. ]
Well I like your cooking. [ genuinely, it has a homecooked nature to it that he's never had before. ]
And I'm glad you like the chocolates, but I'm putting them away before they melt. The flowers too, because I want to hold you. [ so away go the chocolate and flowers into his lighthouse. now they're both free to arrange themselves properly, which khun does, putting his other hand on the square of his boyfriend's back.
he's used to leading and doesn't entirely know how to follow, but he's also curious where tatara's whims will lead them. he tilts his head to the side, waiting to see what his boyfriend will do. ]
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Oh, he's so in love.
Tatara might naturally take the following position, but he's the one that moves first. He tugs Aguero as he glides down the city street, spinning and laughing and every once in a while, humming his own tune. Their own tune—one just for him and Aguero. Maybe they spin as they move, but no matter what sort of unorthodox or erratic moves Tatara drags him into, the people in the street move out of the way. How wonderful, they whisper. How romantic.
Coral glistens and glitters; his cheeks flush the same color. His gaze rests firmly on Aguero's blue because he finds it more vast, more welcoming, and more full of possibilities than the sky itself. ]
I love you— [ He murmurs, breathlessly between laughs and improvised tunes, for the umpteenth time today. ] I want to dance with you forever, Aguero.
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they dance and they dance together, pulling each other along. they're equals, partners, even though they're both not used to having someone in step with them for entirely different reasons. they get lost in each other and at some point aguero is pink, dyed by all this affection.
he's not thinking, delirious, lovestruck. (was there something in the chocolate? he wouldn't be able to tell.) ]
I love you too. [ how unabashed that comes out, just like they're curled up with one another after making love. how he doesn't even think what forever means, even if it waters a seed in his mind. ]
Let's start with the sky. [ air might as well be the ground when you have magic. each step they take is like a step, climbing higher and higher to the clouds. ]
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He doesn't look down, at the awed masses of the city. All he needs to look at is his sky, his ocean, and he does so with all the adoration he has in his heart—which is quite a lot at this point.
He feels the wind in his hair and on his cheeks as they spin, and he feels like he doesn't need anything else in the world. ]
If I'm a bird, and you're my sky, [ He murmurs this in the same melody he's been humming this whole time, a little seed in his mind. ] then this is where we belong.
[ Does it make sense? He isn't sure, but it feels right, in his heart. ]
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Are you a bird? [ tatara can be what he wants khun thinks, but- ] I do see you as something in the sky.
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He laughs, bright and delighted. ]
Maybe. Or a butterfly. Or the breeze. [ He tries to pull Aguero down to him, closer, just because he likes his face and his voice. ] I guess it depends on what you are.
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I think you're fireworks in the sky. And I'll catch all of you, all for myself. [ it's something he's felt for a while but never known how to say, but here where he's not thinking at all, it comes easy. ]
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He would be a rich man if he had a dollar for every time Aguero steals his breath away. He feels his heart leap in his chest, and he feels sparks of his own glisten in his eyes.
He remembers the night they spent at the oasis, underneath the fireworks, how beautiful Aguero looked beneath the colors as they burst. It was only for a moment. But the image in his mind sticks with him forever.
Tatara can't help himself. He pulls Aguero into a deep, deep kiss, hoping to find the word fireworks in his mouth and swallow it for himself. ]
Then you're my sky. [ He murmurs this only after pulling back, just enough to speak, against his lips. ] Because you've already caught all of me, all for yourself.
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he doesn't want to separate but the words make it worth it, the smile they elicit pleased with a small flutter of laughter. ]
I am blue. [ obviously, but there's something funny about stating the obvious; maybe it makes the connections indisputable- aguero is blue and the sky, tatara is coral and fireworks. ]
And I want you forever.
[ how vast and greedy the sky is. ]
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He can't help but grin, admire his blue, how nice it looks when the breeze plays with his hair. ]
You already have me.
[ Implications, implications. But all Tatara thinks about are his feet in the air and his boyfriend in his arms and the brilliant fireworks display they both put on together.
They'll have to come down eventually, but Tatara secretly wishes this dance could be their forever. ]
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he puts all of that into his kisses, all over his lips and tongue and the way he holds tatara tight against him. how long he loses himself in that he doesn't know, but they do have to come down sometime. ]
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he pulls back a bit just to open his eyes, blinking a few times. actually he's more than damp, he feels...wet? and the tiniest bit cold. and why is everything as hazy as his mind feels? ]
...we didn't dance into the ocean did we? [ dumbly he asks, as they float through a cloud. ]
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Except his little laugh devolves into a light cough. He leans into Aguero's chest, and he realizes the air is getting thin enough that he might not be able to breathe at all if they go any higher. ]
A cloud, I think. [ He says this quietly, with what his lungs will allow.
He clings tighter, and presses his lips to his neck. ]
We can dance into the ocean next time.
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tatara coughs and aguero snaps to reality--he hadn't noticed that the air was getting thin either because he naturally has stronger lungs and endurance due to his heritage. he's knowledgeable enough (and cognizant enough) not to drop them instantly but slowly back down to the rooftops of the city, holding his boyfriend close in an attempt to shield him from most of the moisture and cold. he magics away his outer vest at some point because it's getting soggy and just weighing him down leaving only his button-up shirt, white and purple plaid, on. ]
Sorry, I should have noticed sooner. Are you okay? [ he ultimately lands them in someone's rooftop garden, the bright flowers a suitable cushioning. his hair is damp, ends slightly wavy, but his shirt is absolutely soaked through and puckered against his chest. ]
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I'm fine. [ He's soaked too, and he only notices when he reaches to cup Aguero's cheek in his hand and the fabric clings to his skin. He's fine. More than fine. And now that he has full lungs to laugh, he's more than fine.
There's a short moment where he gazes into Aguero's eyes and decides he likes his blue better than the sky's, when an important realization comes to him. His eyes snap open, and he gasps. ]
But are the chocolates fine? [ Where did they put them, are they soaked too, did they forget them— ]
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I put them in my lighthouse.
[ it pops into existence, doing a little spin to flick beads of water onto the flowers in the neighboring planter. the chocolates and all the other assorted accessories he's brought along for this date are completely dry inside. ]
Do you like chocolate that much?
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