This is who I am. [ relentless, unbowed, too much. ] I couldn't change it, even if I wanted to.
But you've never asked me to, even when maybe you should have. Even when I made a mess before we were dating. [ a turn leads them into a dip, a dazzle of color as more fish come to swarm around them. the tempo of a bolero isn't fast, but it doesn't need to be. like aguero, like the sky, you can get lost in it before you realize. ]
That's when I knew I wanted you in a way that I've never felt before. And I've only wanted you more and more each day. I'm thankful to this world for letting us meet, but soon I'll be able to make you entirely mine.
[ that's what this dance is, not lovesick or full of whimsy, but alluring, seductive, and inevitable. ]
[ For a moment, when Tatara is dipped in Aguero's arms, when the colorful school of fish swirls around them, when the rays of sunlight far above beam through the waves and give Aguero the crown he so, so deserves, Tatara forgets to breathe. His majesty, his effortlessness, the brilliant shine on all his edges steal his heart and he falls in love with him all over again.
Coral eyes gaze up wide, framed by the coral dotting the sand beneath them. He never wants Aguero to be anything but himself. He doesn't think negatively of his mess. He thanks the world and he thanks the moon.
He tilts his head, and gently cups his cheek. ]
I couldn't ask for anything else. [ He isn't sure how to put into words the way his heart beats so painfully in his chest. He isn't sure what to do with this flood of emotion, one that's familiar, something he's felt before, but never this intense. Were they not in the water, would he be tearing up? ] I want to be yours. I will give everything that I am to you. I will devote my entire life to you, Aguero.
[ Tatara, as he always does, sees the open maws and walks right in. He is allured and seduced, fully. ]
Me too. [ that he'll give everything, that he promises. he leads tatara into a long winding twirl, like their future will be. ]
I'm going to say that to you properly when we're no longer in this world, you know. [ he doesn't know yet what will become of his magic, but even if it stays with him, he's willing to break that taboo without a second thought. it's not like his magic should actually be in danger regardless, because aguero knows how he feels and nothing will ever change that. ]
I'd say it now if we weren't where we are, doing what we are, just in case of a technicality. The spirits could think I haven't given you everything of mine since you haven't stolen all my t-shirts yet. [ a smirk, bright and sharp. woe to anyone who tries to come between them, because they won't be getting out alive. ]
[ His trust rests so fully in Aguero's—Aguero's everything that he would have been content with a lifetime of never hearing a promise from his lips, because he knows how he is and he knows he likes to keep his word anyway, regardless of the formality in the word.
But he knows he's not like that. And that he decides to push boundaries, his own or otherwise, is what takes his breath away.
For now, though, Tatara throws his head back and holds tighter, his laugh bright and colorful like all the fish that have joined their dance. ]
You make it sound like I should steal all your shirts when we get back! [ He pulls himself up from the dip, closer to Aguero's face. ] Can I?
Only if I get to take them all off of you personally. [ not that he would ever say no to tatara, but there's something about seeing his boyfriend in his own clothes that riles him up every time. just like how seeing him laugh always makes aguero want to catch that burst of light himself, and with their current tempo, it's easy to taste his lips while still guiding them along the seafloor.
he stops himself, or rather decides to save the rest of the thoughts that are bubbling up for later given that he can't act on them now more than he already has. tatara can see that particular spark in his eyes though, the one reserved just for him. ]
[ How is it that Tatara can stay together? How is he not melting in Aguero's arms, dissolving into the sea and becoming a part of the magic that permeates this world? Aguero's kisses undo him, slowly, and soon he's going to forget about the ocean and the underwater ruins and the fishes that dance around them. ]
How else are they going to get off? [ He teases, when he has a moment to breathe. Because he genuinely would not have it any other way.
He tightens his arms around his neck, arcs his bare chest into his. He's so warm, like fire. Or maybe that's the spark of his lightning. ]
We should dance to the hotel.
[ Because he knows—they both know that they won't be able to keep themselves from each other much longer. He knows how this dance ends. He knows, and loves, that particular spark in his eyes. And he knows they have a very big, very soft, very warm bed waiting for them in their room. ]
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But you've never asked me to, even when maybe you should have. Even when I made a mess before we were dating. [ a turn leads them into a dip, a dazzle of color as more fish come to swarm around them. the tempo of a bolero isn't fast, but it doesn't need to be. like aguero, like the sky, you can get lost in it before you realize. ]
That's when I knew I wanted you in a way that I've never felt before. And I've only wanted you more and more each day. I'm thankful to this world for letting us meet, but soon I'll be able to make you entirely mine.
[ that's what this dance is, not lovesick or full of whimsy, but alluring, seductive, and inevitable. ]
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Coral eyes gaze up wide, framed by the coral dotting the sand beneath them. He never wants Aguero to be anything but himself. He doesn't think negatively of his mess. He thanks the world and he thanks the moon.
He tilts his head, and gently cups his cheek. ]
I couldn't ask for anything else. [ He isn't sure how to put into words the way his heart beats so painfully in his chest. He isn't sure what to do with this flood of emotion, one that's familiar, something he's felt before, but never this intense. Were they not in the water, would he be tearing up? ] I want to be yours. I will give everything that I am to you. I will devote my entire life to you, Aguero.
[ Tatara, as he always does, sees the open maws and walks right in. He is allured and seduced, fully. ]
That, I promise.
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I'm going to say that to you properly when we're no longer in this world, you know. [ he doesn't know yet what will become of his magic, but even if it stays with him, he's willing to break that taboo without a second thought. it's not like his magic should actually be in danger regardless, because aguero knows how he feels and nothing will ever change that. ]
I'd say it now if we weren't where we are, doing what we are, just in case of a technicality. The spirits could think I haven't given you everything of mine since you haven't stolen all my t-shirts yet. [ a smirk, bright and sharp. woe to anyone who tries to come between them, because they won't be getting out alive. ]
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But he knows he's not like that. And that he decides to push boundaries, his own or otherwise, is what takes his breath away.
For now, though, Tatara throws his head back and holds tighter, his laugh bright and colorful like all the fish that have joined their dance. ]
You make it sound like I should steal all your shirts when we get back! [ He pulls himself up from the dip, closer to Aguero's face. ] Can I?
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he stops himself, or rather decides to save the rest of the thoughts that are bubbling up for later given that he can't act on them now more than he already has. tatara can see that particular spark in his eyes though, the one reserved just for him. ]
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How else are they going to get off? [ He teases, when he has a moment to breathe. Because he genuinely would not have it any other way.
He tightens his arms around his neck, arcs his bare chest into his. He's so warm, like fire. Or maybe that's the spark of his lightning. ]
We should dance to the hotel.
[ Because he knows—they both know that they won't be able to keep themselves from each other much longer. He knows how this dance ends. He knows, and loves, that particular spark in his eyes. And he knows they have a very big, very soft, very warm bed waiting for them in their room. ]