[ Tatara gazes up at Aguero, chest to chest; in contrast, he stares in awe, looking at the way the faint light filters through the fabric covering of the cabana and offers him a soft halo on his blue hair. ]
What about them? [ Said with that cheeky little innocence only his voice can produce. Aguero's shirt might be open, but Tatara's arms snake up through his shirt and he presses his hands to his back anyway. ] Should we take them off?
[ oh—the fingers that had settled around tatara's waist rap against the fabric of his shirt while aguero considers what he might have just gotten them into. that isn't what he meant, but as always he's not one to back down. the borrowed floppy hat though almost slides down off his head as he not quite fidgets, more sunlight falling across them both.
he'd love to use that as an excuse for why his cheeks are slightly pink, but even tropical sun doesn't cause sunburn that fast (he thinks). ]
We can. Do you want to? [ not that he's shy, but ostensibly they're in some degree of public. on the other hand, that makes it somewhat exciting. ]
[ Whatever Aguero might be thinking, it probably isn't exactly what Tatara has in mind, though the way his hands dance over Ageuro's torso and up to the shoulders of his shirt to gently nudge it off isn't helping his case. ]
Why not? [ He grins as the sun falls over him. His eyes squint partially out of joy, and partially because of how bright it is.
He'll tug off Aguero's shirt as far down as it'll go before reaching behind himself, grabbing at the back of his shirt collar. He doesn't pull yet, because he knows where Aguero's hands are, and he figures he can make this fun. ]
Are you gonna help me? [ said in the most cheeky manner possible, ]
[ "why not?" aguero can't think of a good enough reason to say no, let alone that he would bend the universe if it's something tatara wanted. he shrugs the rest of his shirt off, taking the time to recenter himself under the guise of practiced, careful folding.
his hands go right back where they were when he's done, though soon they're moving again to tug the rest of tatara's shirt off. he folds it with the same care, laying it next to his shirt, even if he's considerably more distracted now. they were standing chest to chest before, but now that they're both topless the contrast between them is more apparent to him.
he's always taken by how delicate his boyfriend looks like this, and how that always makes him feel a certain way. ]
Always. [ a belated answer, but his distraction is very real. all that's left is their bottoms then, so he'll move his hands to start helping out there too. ]
[ He shakes his head after his shirt leaves him, letting his well-behaved hair fall back into place. And when he looks up at Aguero again, hands now on his bare waist, he shivers. The joy and delight on his expression suddenly goes blank, his eyes wide and lips parted, frozen. At this point, though, Aguero knows this look—Tatara likes it, likes him, a lot, and isn't sure what to do with himself.
The hands at his shorts shock him out of it, though, and he jolts. Laughter peals from him again as he squirms, his face suddenly a bright, bright red. ]
We're taking it all off?! [ Oops, he wasn't exact enough. His hands come to rest on Aguero's chest, fingers digging lightly into his skin. ] What if someone sees?!
[ most of the time he admires that particular expression on his boyfriend's face, but today he leans in for a quick kiss so he can taste it too. the touch of their lips against one another never fails to warm his heart no matter what kind of mood he's in, and here he could use the extra support to smooth over his nerves.
or so he thinks.
ahh, this feels familiar. his cheeks flush brighter and he pauses, loops of string from the shorts wrapped around his fingers. ]
...that's not what you meant?
[ their bottoms are clothes too, his dumb expression says. oops x2. ]
[ The way his heart pounds and his cheeks burn as Aguero kisses him, plays with the cord on his shorts makes him feel like he did on that night, the first night, at the bar. A slight misunderstanding leaves them both teetering on the edge, and it's exhilarating.
Huh, the cold and observant part of him thinks—he thought moments like these would wear off, but here he is again. The next five hundred years are promising... ]
I might've been thinking of swim trunks...
[ He didn't bring any, obviously.
He admits this sheepishly, his giggle quiet and tickled and shy. Fingertips fidget on his chest. ]
I guess I wouldn't mind, so long as one besides you is looking...
[ he can say that so cooly while his cheeks are still red hot. it's a matter of privacy but also aguero really doesn't want to share.
he plays with the cord more while he wrestles with their sudden decision. this isn't something he would normally suggest either, but these last few days are supposed to be about wholly enjoying each other without anyone else in the way. and it's really hard not to want to ride this impulse out, like he has with so much else between them. ]
Only if you want to. And you can do mine first if that helps. [ his heart is still hammering away against his ribcage, but it's easy to put tatara first no matter what. ]
[ Oh. Wow. The threat is both alarming and attractive, and Tatara blinks for a second, taken by Aguero's sharp edges. This is the man who declared war on time and space for him...
Right, Aguero speaks, and they have a decision to make. He snaps out of his daze with a sharp breath. His hands drop to gently play at his waistband, and he thinks.
What does he want? He wants to dance with Aguero in the ocean, carefree, unburdened, to laugh with him and forget everything else...
He nods. ]
Let's do it. [ Despite his nerves, his voice is quiet and decisive, but smile brighter than the sun. His fingers dig into the waistband of Aguero's swim trunks and drags them down, past his hips, but slows when his arms reach full. ] Let's dance naked.
...we're not going to dance like this at our wedding, but we can still say that we're doing this for it in advance.
[ it wasn't until aguero heard it, but that's exactly what he wanted the answer to be. dancing together naked, something so crazy, ridiculous, surreal, just like their love and who they are together. just like how aguero feels when he wakes up in the morning with someone in his arms who accepts everything he is, but also pushes him to be more all while never letting go.
ahh, he's lost track of his words, his head, and everything else. everything else except his clothes, as his hands move to encourage tatara to fully slip his swim trunks off which he then steps out of.
now it's just him, a silly sunhat, a lingering blush, and the excitement he has fully on display (not that his trunks were hiding much with how pressed up against each other they have been). but that anticipation can keep for later, since while he wants tatara naked, it's a different type of love he wants to show him here. ]
I love you. [ always and forever, more and more with every breath he breathes. he looks down to coral, fingers finding their way where they were before, loosening string and undoing clasps. he's quite talented at undressing tatara now and here he has no reason to tease. ]
[ Despite being the one who connected the dots, the one who said it first, the one who leapt ahead and called this their honeymoon, Tatara's heart still skips a beat when he hears the word wedding coming from Aguero's lips. He feels like he's going to burst, like a star, or a firework, and he isn't sure if that's the sun or Aguero's love that pricks his skin.
It doesn't take a lot of encouraging to tug the trunks over his rear and let them drop to the sand; he laughs when he sees what's waiting for him beneath. That's joy, and slight bashfulness, because Aguero will soon learn, as his shorts drop, he feels much the same.
He steps forward to press them together, skin-to-skin, heart-to-heart, to feel him, but also to hide them, should anyone be looking. ]
I love you, too. [ He whispers. His chest aches and his whole body burns and he's never, ever felt this way before. He's all smiles and sunbursts as he gazes back up into his very own sky and he realizes, once they leave this land of magic behind, Aguero is going to be his entire world. Maybe, he already is.
For a second he stands on his toes, as though he's going to kiss him, but his hands quickly snap downward and his long, slender fingers snap around Aguero's wrists. With a laugh he steps back and tugs, and he'll break into a sprint towards the water if Aguero lets him. ]
[ aguero smiles when he catches sight of how much their bodies match even while naked (of course they do), some of his nervousness washing out to sea. as much as he knows this is a mutual spiral, he still worries that he's too much, given that his appetite has even surprised himself.
he makes a quick a mental note to spoil tatara later in appreciation before what he thinks will be a kiss, but finds himself being tugged along the sand instead. ]
Hey. [ not really a protest since he's still moving with tatara, but there is a pout on his face along with a quick flash of blue that floats up to hang in the sky. it's not until they step into the ocean that he puts up any kind of resistance because there's an order to these things. ]
You need to pay up for magic.
[ which is to say give him the kiss he was expecting to get before!!! less give more take actually, since aguero moves a hand under tatara's jaw to pull him upwards for one.
even though the saltwater is cooling his head and body, he's still just as demanding, oops. ]
[ It's okay, because Tatara will admit someday he really doesn't want any less.
He dashes ahead, sights set firmly on the wide expanse of water, and almost trips over himself and into the water when Aguero pulls back. But he rubber bands, somehow—he'll attribute it to magic, always—and somehow ends up pressed to Aguero again, the seasalt in the air keeping them together.
He only notices the hand on his jaw, the forceful hold after Aguero begins to devour him. There's a little sigh, breathed into his lips, because he melts, because he always feels so dizzy when Aguero does this to him. Ahh, he belongs to him, always, and how it coils hot in his gut when he gets a reminder. Payment or not, he wishes Aguero could eat him, anyway.
When he gets his chance Tatara throws his arms around Aguero's neck, bouncing on his toes (though the sand seems to keep him from getting too much height). Between kisses, he breathes— ]
[ rather than respond, aguero presses down for another kiss, this one deeper than the ones before. he wants his fill naturally, but also—when their lips part he finishes casting the spell with a decisive impero. his arms wrap around tatara just as his magic does, suffusing into him like he wishes he could do himself. somewhere in the emotion of it all he throws the floppy hat up and into his lighthouse so it doesn't get washed away. ]
Now I can. [ into the surf they go, aguero cradling his boyfriend, his soon to be fiance and future husband, like the treasure he is. ]
[ The impero hovering over his lips sends a shiver down Tatara's spine. He peels his eyes open, drunk on the salt in the air and on the feeling of Aguero's muscles beneath his fingertips, and he's so, so overcome by his love. He scarcely notices his big floppy hat being tossed into the lighthouse. ]
Wah!
[ With a joyful yelp he settles into Aguero's arms, his feet kicking in the air. He remembers the last time they did this, in the City of Affluence, and he slowly decides he's starting to like the West. ]
I think this is my favorite view~ [ He teases, and by that he means Aguero's face, while in his arms...
It's still the beginning of summer, so the water isn't all that warmed up yet. Tatara instinctively holds his breath as the water rises past his rear and to his waist, his shoulders, over him, but he quite literally trusts his boyfriend with his life. So, in a show of faith, he inhales...and when his lungs fill with air, a grin bursts across his face and he holds him tighter.
Sunlight filters through the water as they walk deeper in, and in the distance loom the remnants of what might have once been a city, sunk long ago, dark jagged shapes silhouetted by the summer sun above.
Tatara, though, doesn't seem to notice. The coral of his own eyes, matching several blossoms of the same growing from the ocean floor, rests firmly on the blue of Aguero's. His feet kick again, a quiet sign that he's okay to be let down whenever his boyfriend is ready. ]
[ by the time they're fully submerged, aguero's mostly forgotten that they're stark naked; the water is like a blanket and now that they're down on the seafloor, anything that happens should be between them and the fish. so he's surprised when he catches sight of the ruins, the blue of his eyes bright and alert from the sunshine filtering into the deep.
he gently puts tatara down, managing to only get slightly distracted by the coral that matches their environment. ]
Does Western Country have mermaids? [ in the vein of: is he going to need to make some merfolk blind and also immediately in protective mode as he grabs his boyfriend's hand tightly. ]
[ Oh, it's strange, but delightful—the weightlessness of water almost feels like air, but it's different. He doesn't even need to fully plant his feet down when Aguero lets him go, so as he grips his shoulders he's a little taller than usual, eyes peering up into the sharp edges of his face. ]
Does it matter? [ Tatara chuckles, not really caring about other possible eyes down here. He doesn't know if there are mermaids (there are), but he also isn't devoting any of his brain space to the question.
Whatever hand that isn't being held, he gently places on Aguero's cheek, to keep him focused on him. He watches the way the blue of his hair dances in the currents and he decides there's only one mermaid here, and it's Aguero, and Aguero is his. ]
Of course it— [ there goes that train of thought, with tatara placing his hand on his cheek. he flushes slightly even now, given the intimacy of the gesture. as much as he's accepted that his boyfriend will still have a knack for disarming him, he's still not built up any immunity to it.
honestly, it's better that he hasn't, because it means they'll always slot together this way. perfectly.
aguero breathes out, bubbles and (most) of his worries floating up and away to the surface. ]
Alright. But no one's allowed to see you like this besides me and the fish. [ actually, he wants to see the fish considering he's always had a fondness for marine life but he hasn't quite settled yet from his self-inflicted bristling. ]
[ Oh, he loves that color, especially now, here, at the bottom of the sea. If he could take a dash of blue of his hair or his eyes or the water itself it'd be purple, like when they mesh together.
When Aguero's claws retract (he would never say his edges soften, because he never wants that to happen, because his sharp edges is what makes him shine) Tatara's grin widens. He wreathes his arms around his neck, ready, whenever, to dance. ]
And if a fish stares too hard, we can just have it for dinner, right? [ He's pretty sure Aguero doesn't need a fishing rod to catch fish. ] You're the emperor of these seas, I'm pretty sure.
[ aguero can't help but laugh a bit at the fish comment, his hands settling around tatara's waist with the movement. ]
Mmhmm. And the Tower, eventually. [ a ridiculous boast but one he makes confidently because of present company. he really does feel like it's the truth now, for better or worse. ]
Are you warm enough? [ the sea is still cool, especially on the bottom, but he's added a warmth spell on top of the general underwater enchantment for their comfort. ]
[ If there's one thing Tatara wants now, in life, it's to be by Aguero's side when he takes the Tower. The confidence, the hands at his waist, send a shiver down his spine. He isn't all looks. It's everything else, too. ]
Mm-hmm. [ Tatara presses all of himself up against Aguero, his face just hovering inches from his. He smiles into the blue of his his eyes, fingers dance in the ends of his longer hair. It's hot, almost, but it's not like he can tell if he's sweating underwater like this— ]
I want to know what kind of dance you'll pull me into. [ He says this like a dare—the last time, he was the one that dragged Aguero through the streets, lovestruck and hopelessly infatuated and surrounded by a captive audience. But now it's just them, naked. Whatever his boyfriend—fiance—wants to do, he'll do it. ]
[ only tatara could master the art of tempting him from himself with himself. later aguero tells himself, even if the feelings of their bodies pressed together makes him want to devour his soon to be fiancee. ]
I think you like it when I show off. [ actually, aguero knows this to be true but it's more fun to tease in his own way, even if the lilt in his voice speaks to the truth. he leans in for a not-so-quick kiss first, a bite, to hold him over until later before he starts.
hands still on his hips, he lifts up tatara with poise and purpose, the beginning of a bolero to stoke the fire in both of them. ]
[ The long kiss, the bite is enough to lower Tatara's guard for a brief second, to make the rest of him feel light like he's floating, to erase every thought that isn't about Aguero. ]
Oh—!
[ So when he's lifted up, he gives a quiet squeak of surprise at first, before devolving into giggles. His flaxen hair dances around him, untethered, and he beams like the sun.
Fingers dig into Aguero's shoulders, and he kicks his feet slowly, in surprise. Out of the corner of his eye, he swears he sees more fish swimming around them than there were before. ]
I'd say "get used to it", but that's the opposite of what I want. [ tatara is aguero's sun, his shining light and warmth. there might be something to be said about how the sun deserves worship, and though aguero wouldn't put it in so many words, the devotion and showsmanship is doubtlessly the same.
accordingly, he whispers his magical words into the sea to give them the backdrop they deserve. ]
I want to always sweep you off your feet. [ in beat to the music he guides tatara down, beginning the steps of their dance proper. he'd say "follow me" if his eyes weren't, and if he didn't already trust that his boyfriend at this point, would no matter what he asked of him. ]
[ Tatara's grin spreads wider, wider still. He wonders if things will ever get old or predictable with Aguero, but considering how fun and lively and exciting life was with Homra...he has a feeling that might not be the case.
The music starts, and they begin to dance, and any cheekiness he might've had on his face quickly evaporates into the water. He doesn't need to understand the words to feel the love Aguero puts into it; his heart beats faster, catching on his throat, and he gazes up at his sky with wide, wide eyes.
He probably would have tripped if they were on land, so the weightlessness of the water saves him. He falls in step with his lead, almost effortlessly. ]
You have done, every day since the day I met you. [ Colorful dashes of fish catch the corner of his eye, the creatures curious over the display of magic. ] I'm not sure how you keep doing it.
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What about them? [ Said with that cheeky little innocence only his voice can produce. Aguero's shirt might be open, but Tatara's arms snake up through his shirt and he presses his hands to his back anyway. ] Should we take them off?
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he'd love to use that as an excuse for why his cheeks are slightly pink, but even tropical sun doesn't cause sunburn that fast (he thinks). ]
We can. Do you want to? [ not that he's shy, but ostensibly they're in some degree of public. on the other hand, that makes it somewhat exciting. ]
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Why not? [ He grins as the sun falls over him. His eyes squint partially out of joy, and partially because of how bright it is.
He'll tug off Aguero's shirt as far down as it'll go before reaching behind himself, grabbing at the back of his shirt collar. He doesn't pull yet, because he knows where Aguero's hands are, and he figures he can make this fun. ]
Are you gonna help me? [ said in the most cheeky manner possible, ]
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his hands go right back where they were when he's done, though soon they're moving again to tug the rest of tatara's shirt off. he folds it with the same care, laying it next to his shirt, even if he's considerably more distracted now. they were standing chest to chest before, but now that they're both topless the contrast between them is more apparent to him.
he's always taken by how delicate his boyfriend looks like this, and how that always makes him feel a certain way. ]
Always. [ a belated answer, but his distraction is very real. all that's left is their bottoms then, so he'll move his hands to start helping out there too. ]
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The hands at his shorts shock him out of it, though, and he jolts. Laughter peals from him again as he squirms, his face suddenly a bright, bright red. ]
We're taking it all off?! [ Oops, he wasn't exact enough. His hands come to rest on Aguero's chest, fingers digging lightly into his skin. ] What if someone sees?!
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or so he thinks.
ahh, this feels familiar. his cheeks flush brighter and he pauses, loops of string from the shorts wrapped around his fingers. ]
...that's not what you meant?
[ their bottoms are clothes too, his dumb expression says. oops x2. ]
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Huh, the cold and observant part of him thinks—he thought moments like these would wear off, but here he is again. The next five hundred years are promising... ]
I might've been thinking of swim trunks...
[ He didn't bring any, obviously.
He admits this sheepishly, his giggle quiet and tickled and shy. Fingertips fidget on his chest. ]
I guess I wouldn't mind, so long as one besides you is looking...
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[ he can say that so cooly while his cheeks are still red hot. it's a matter of privacy but also aguero really doesn't want to share.
he plays with the cord more while he wrestles with their sudden decision. this isn't something he would normally suggest either, but these last few days are supposed to be about wholly enjoying each other without anyone else in the way. and it's really hard not to want to ride this impulse out, like he has with so much else between them. ]
Only if you want to. And you can do mine first if that helps. [ his heart is still hammering away against his ribcage, but it's easy to put tatara first no matter what. ]
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Right, Aguero speaks, and they have a decision to make. He snaps out of his daze with a sharp breath. His hands drop to gently play at his waistband, and he thinks.
What does he want? He wants to dance with Aguero in the ocean, carefree, unburdened, to laugh with him and forget everything else...
He nods. ]
Let's do it. [ Despite his nerves, his voice is quiet and decisive, but smile brighter than the sun. His fingers dig into the waistband of Aguero's swim trunks and drags them down, past his hips, but slows when his arms reach full. ] Let's dance naked.
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[ it wasn't until aguero heard it, but that's exactly what he wanted the answer to be. dancing together naked, something so crazy, ridiculous, surreal, just like their love and who they are together. just like how aguero feels when he wakes up in the morning with someone in his arms who accepts everything he is, but also pushes him to be more all while never letting go.
ahh, he's lost track of his words, his head, and everything else. everything else except his clothes, as his hands move to encourage tatara to fully slip his swim trunks off which he then steps out of.
now it's just him, a silly sunhat, a lingering blush, and the excitement he has fully on display (not that his trunks were hiding much with how pressed up against each other they have been). but that anticipation can keep for later, since while he wants tatara naked, it's a different type of love he wants to show him here. ]
I love you. [ always and forever, more and more with every breath he breathes. he looks down to coral, fingers finding their way where they were before, loosening string and undoing clasps. he's quite talented at undressing tatara now and here he has no reason to tease. ]
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It doesn't take a lot of encouraging to tug the trunks over his rear and let them drop to the sand; he laughs when he sees what's waiting for him beneath. That's joy, and slight bashfulness, because Aguero will soon learn, as his shorts drop, he feels much the same.
He steps forward to press them together, skin-to-skin, heart-to-heart, to feel him, but also to hide them, should anyone be looking. ]
I love you, too. [ He whispers. His chest aches and his whole body burns and he's never, ever felt this way before. He's all smiles and sunbursts as he gazes back up into his very own sky and he realizes, once they leave this land of magic behind, Aguero is going to be his entire world. Maybe, he already is.
For a second he stands on his toes, as though he's going to kiss him, but his hands quickly snap downward and his long, slender fingers snap around Aguero's wrists. With a laugh he steps back and tugs, and he'll break into a sprint towards the water if Aguero lets him. ]
Hurry!
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he makes a quick a mental note to spoil tatara later in appreciation before what he thinks will be a kiss, but finds himself being tugged along the sand instead. ]
Hey. [ not really a protest since he's still moving with tatara, but there is a pout on his face along with a quick flash of blue that floats up to hang in the sky. it's not until they step into the ocean that he puts up any kind of resistance because there's an order to these things. ]
You need to pay up for magic.
[ which is to say give him the kiss he was expecting to get before!!! less give more take actually, since aguero moves a hand under tatara's jaw to pull him upwards for one.
even though the saltwater is cooling his head and body, he's still just as demanding, oops. ]
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He dashes ahead, sights set firmly on the wide expanse of water, and almost trips over himself and into the water when Aguero pulls back. But he rubber bands, somehow—he'll attribute it to magic, always—and somehow ends up pressed to Aguero again, the seasalt in the air keeping them together.
He only notices the hand on his jaw, the forceful hold after Aguero begins to devour him. There's a little sigh, breathed into his lips, because he melts, because he always feels so dizzy when Aguero does this to him. Ahh, he belongs to him, always, and how it coils hot in his gut when he gets a reminder. Payment or not, he wishes Aguero could eat him, anyway.
When he gets his chance Tatara throws his arms around Aguero's neck, bouncing on his toes (though the sand seems to keep him from getting too much height). Between kisses, he breathes— ]
Can you carry me in?
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Now I can. [ into the surf they go, aguero cradling his boyfriend, his soon to be fiance and future husband, like the treasure he is. ]
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Wah!
[ With a joyful yelp he settles into Aguero's arms, his feet kicking in the air. He remembers the last time they did this, in the City of Affluence, and he slowly decides he's starting to like the West. ]
I think this is my favorite view~ [ He teases, and by that he means Aguero's face, while in his arms...
It's still the beginning of summer, so the water isn't all that warmed up yet. Tatara instinctively holds his breath as the water rises past his rear and to his waist, his shoulders, over him, but he quite literally trusts his boyfriend with his life. So, in a show of faith, he inhales...and when his lungs fill with air, a grin bursts across his face and he holds him tighter.
Sunlight filters through the water as they walk deeper in, and in the distance loom the remnants of what might have once been a city, sunk long ago, dark jagged shapes silhouetted by the summer sun above.
Tatara, though, doesn't seem to notice. The coral of his own eyes, matching several blossoms of the same growing from the ocean floor, rests firmly on the blue of Aguero's. His feet kick again, a quiet sign that he's okay to be let down whenever his boyfriend is ready. ]
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he gently puts tatara down, managing to only get slightly distracted by the coral that matches their environment. ]
Does Western Country have mermaids? [ in the vein of: is he going to need to make some merfolk blind and also immediately in protective mode as he grabs his boyfriend's hand tightly. ]
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Does it matter? [ Tatara chuckles, not really caring about other possible eyes down here. He doesn't know if there are mermaids (there are), but he also isn't devoting any of his brain space to the question.
Whatever hand that isn't being held, he gently places on Aguero's cheek, to keep him focused on him. He watches the way the blue of his hair dances in the currents and he decides there's only one mermaid here, and it's Aguero, and Aguero is his. ]
This place is just for us.
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honestly, it's better that he hasn't, because it means they'll always slot together this way. perfectly.
aguero breathes out, bubbles and (most) of his worries floating up and away to the surface. ]
Alright. But no one's allowed to see you like this besides me and the fish. [ actually, he wants to see the fish considering he's always had a fondness for marine life but he hasn't quite settled yet from his self-inflicted bristling. ]
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When Aguero's claws retract (he would never say his edges soften, because he never wants that to happen, because his sharp edges is what makes him shine) Tatara's grin widens. He wreathes his arms around his neck, ready, whenever, to dance. ]
And if a fish stares too hard, we can just have it for dinner, right? [ He's pretty sure Aguero doesn't need a fishing rod to catch fish. ] You're the emperor of these seas, I'm pretty sure.
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Mmhmm. And the Tower, eventually. [ a ridiculous boast but one he makes confidently because of present company. he really does feel like it's the truth now, for better or worse. ]
Are you warm enough? [ the sea is still cool, especially on the bottom, but he's added a warmth spell on top of the general underwater enchantment for their comfort. ]
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Mm-hmm. [ Tatara presses all of himself up against Aguero, his face just hovering inches from his. He smiles into the blue of his his eyes, fingers dance in the ends of his longer hair. It's hot, almost, but it's not like he can tell if he's sweating underwater like this— ]
I want to know what kind of dance you'll pull me into. [ He says this like a dare—the last time, he was the one that dragged Aguero through the streets, lovestruck and hopelessly infatuated and surrounded by a captive audience. But now it's just them, naked. Whatever his boyfriend—fiance—wants to do, he'll do it. ]
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I think you like it when I show off. [ actually, aguero knows this to be true but it's more fun to tease in his own way, even if the lilt in his voice speaks to the truth. he leans in for a not-so-quick kiss first, a bite, to hold him over until later before he starts.
hands still on his hips, he lifts up tatara with poise and purpose, the beginning of a bolero to stoke the fire in both of them. ]
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Oh—!
[ So when he's lifted up, he gives a quiet squeak of surprise at first, before devolving into giggles. His flaxen hair dances around him, untethered, and he beams like the sun.
Fingers dig into Aguero's shoulders, and he kicks his feet slowly, in surprise. Out of the corner of his eye, he swears he sees more fish swimming around them than there were before. ]
I think I do.
[ A challenge: impress me.
Not that that would be difficult, though. ]
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accordingly, he whispers his magical words into the sea to give them the backdrop they deserve. ]
I want to always sweep you off your feet. [ in beat to the music he guides tatara down, beginning the steps of their dance proper. he'd say "follow me" if his eyes weren't, and if he didn't already trust that his boyfriend at this point, would no matter what he asked of him. ]
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The music starts, and they begin to dance, and any cheekiness he might've had on his face quickly evaporates into the water. He doesn't need to understand the words to feel the love Aguero puts into it; his heart beats faster, catching on his throat, and he gazes up at his sky with wide, wide eyes.
He probably would have tripped if they were on land, so the weightlessness of the water saves him. He falls in step with his lead, almost effortlessly. ]
You have done, every day since the day I met you. [ Colorful dashes of fish catch the corner of his eye, the creatures curious over the display of magic. ] I'm not sure how you keep doing it.
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