[ That gets a delighted laugh, Shouto doing what can only be teasing him, and Allen tightens around him as he's lifted up. He could almost reach up into the boughs himself if he didn't need to hold on, and blinks for a moment when Shouto brings one of the blossoms down and explains his thought process as he brushes one of the disheveled runaway strands of hair back to place it at his ear. You...
You think about him from even something so simple? But as soon as the awe touches him he realizes it also isn't surprising. He knew this. From that book in his heart full of little everyday thoughts about him, he knew. But it doesn't make it any less special, any less incredible each time he hears. Probably he'll never not be lightly stunned and so very touched.
(Though, will it ever be finding something manly about him? Will no one ever? He's mostly given up on that pipe dream and never placed actual worth in it, but every once in a while he has a vague whimsy that one day... And he does love flowers, as they remind him of Mana.)
Allen smiles though, and kisses him as an answer with the same gentle sweetness too, soft and delicate as a snowflake. Ankles crossing behind his back as he shifts around him and settles his weight more fully against him and trusts in the strength of the arm he's wound around his back so that his sole focus can be on kissing him. The yukata slips off one shoulder slightly, as it had been partially dislodged earlier when Shouto had been kissing his collar.
What he desires is this, always. This feeling of love and belonging. Other things, physical things -- they only mean something when they come from that place of affection. He's never questioned the former and the latter he already stopped doubting.
The thought he's been influenced by fruit -- it doesn't even register, even to someone as self-aware as Allen. This is already what he wanted. It just makes it easier to go with it. ]
Ah? [ His voice is soft as feathers, gentle and content as a summer breeze when he pulls back to regard him. ]
I'll wear one every day until they stop.
[ It could almost be light and playful banter still, except he says it so softly that it's a promise. ]
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You think about him from even something so simple? But as soon as the awe touches him he realizes it also isn't surprising. He knew this. From that book in his heart full of little everyday thoughts about him, he knew. But it doesn't make it any less special, any less incredible each time he hears. Probably he'll never not be lightly stunned and so very touched.
(Though, will it ever be finding something manly about him? Will no one ever? He's mostly given up on that pipe dream and never placed actual worth in it, but every once in a while he has a vague whimsy that one day... And he does love flowers, as they remind him of Mana.)
Allen smiles though, and kisses him as an answer with the same gentle sweetness too, soft and delicate as a snowflake. Ankles crossing behind his back as he shifts around him and settles his weight more fully against him and trusts in the strength of the arm he's wound around his back so that his sole focus can be on kissing him. The yukata slips off one shoulder slightly, as it had been partially dislodged earlier when Shouto had been kissing his collar.
What he desires is this, always. This feeling of love and belonging. Other things, physical things -- they only mean something when they come from that place of affection. He's never questioned the former and the latter he already stopped doubting.
The thought he's been influenced by fruit -- it doesn't even register, even to someone as self-aware as Allen. This is already what he wanted. It just makes it easier to go with it. ]
Ah? [ His voice is soft as feathers, gentle and content as a summer breeze when he pulls back to regard him. ]
I'll wear one every day until they stop.
[ It could almost be light and playful banter still, except he says it so softly that it's a promise. ]