⛧ Aʟʟᴇɴ "ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴇsᴛ" Wᴀʟᴋᴇʀ ★ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
likethelight) wrote2019-03-03 09:43 pm
likethelight) wrote2019-03-03 09:43 pm
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(He's pretty sure, you can beat him in a fight. Isn't that manly? As for the flowers, his mother likes them, which means, so does he. It says more about him than Allen. If his mother liked knives instead, then you can be sure Shouto would compare Allens to knives. Would you like that?)
He meets the kiss with peaceful temperance. The urge to kiss him until they were both breathless subsided for a less frenzied desire. His eyes brighten with amusement at that answer. ]
If you wear them all, you won't have any fruit.
[ Where do you think the fruit comes from? He kisses him soundly on the lips, unhurried, as he steps onto the engawa, walking past Kizu and Tim. The feeling of merriment paramount in those mismatched eyes, as they stay on Allen, amused. ]
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But they are not soulless no more than a Beast of this world. In fact, they are wholly soul and soul alone. Human still, deep down in a place where they can still be saved. And he would be very soft but very firm in correcting. Very sad.
They're precious to Allen too, and he forever exists to save them even when removed from a world being consumed by them. Is the only one who will probably ever want to save them. And as precious as this life he has now, and it will forever stay that way because of the indelible scars they've etched into him body and soul.
Because of Mana.
And that was probably the last akuma whose soul he'll ever be able to save -- which on some level... haunts him too. ]
I wouldn't pick them all. [ It's a playfully huffed reply, something he'd pout at if he wasn't being kissed. As it is he hums his appreciation for how their mouths seal together once again in a languid and unhurried kiss. Pressed up against him and able to explore each other's mouths with quiet enthusiasm at their leisure, as Allen finds he quite likes the unique experience of kissing while being carried.
Although it probably doesn't make navigating very easy. Which isn't a problem he has to worry about and it doesn't dissuade him from being distracting about it at all. In fact he winds himself tighter until they're entirely tangled together.
If it's the bathroom and the much-needed bath they're both overdue for that Shouto's heading for, he'll find the door shut of course from when Allen had been sneaking around. Inside, the bath has indeed been drawn and is waiting for them but up the walls and on the ceiling have been hung several dozen lights in finely cut glass jars, that twinkle and refract like starlight. Not candles or lunar lights, but something else he might recognize—the jars of hope that they once had collected and strung up in the rafters of Sanctuary for Tanabata. That they had sat and stolen kisses under when still exploring those first very new changes in their relationship.
Unlike the simple jars they had then, these have been more finely cut and angled like glass starbursts so they twinkle as they move. Motes of the essence of pure hope that glow softly and bathe the room not just in a soft, living light like the dance of fairies, but exude the emotion themselves.
Hope. Something so simple that's so sweet and calming.
Whenever they get to the bedroom, he'll find it's been decorated similarly but with much greater care, and with a great many more lights. Enough to simulate the night sky itself. And as they step past Timcanpy and Kizu— Tim watches Kizu atually. Seemingly contemplative for a moment.... before he rolls over and barrels into her. A surprise attack! He is ninja! And an invitation to then chase him as he flits off with a wiggle of his tail as incentive to join him in a night of play. ]
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Unlike Allen, the Akuma is not precious to him. He did not know it, in life or in death, but that didn't mean he wouldn't put his life on the line to stop it. Protect others from it, and protect it from others. Even if his encounter with the Akuma from Allen's world turned out different than he expected. Even though Allen explained it to him, he still can't fathom ever choosing to destroy it. It goes against years of entrenched indoctrination. Heroes protect. They don't kill. And even though they didn't kill the Akuma, that's what it felt like to him. Unable to see the soul released. His experience saving that Akuma wasn't the peaceable end Allen witnessed with his eye.
The Akuma killed. Was out of control. They tried to stop it. And it was destroyed in the end. The soul within released, but that's not what he witnessed. The ending he saw was not a kind one. For someone like him, who knows nothing of Allen's world, it's difficult to comprehend such an ending. Rationally, he understood what happened in the end. That it was good but he did not feel it. Not the same way Allen did. ]
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Are those...
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His easy smile fades, and the merriment in his eyes recedes remembering that night. He grows quiet. Different from his usual pondering silence. ]
Jars of hope.
[ Said quietly, his thoughts elsewhere for a moment before remembering to ask. ]
Where did you get them from?
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[ That isn't... the reaction he expected. Did it... sadden him somehow? The soft glow of happiness fades and leaves Allen quiet too, watching Shouto's expression closely and trying to read it. ]
Sanctuary has a stockpile of them its kept. I'll return them tomorrow, these are only some of them but... [ He trails off, uncertain. ]
Are you alright? We can take them down if you want--
[ But why would they be upsetting...? He thought it was a good memory, the Tanabata festival. ]
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I didn't know they would keep this long.
[ Or else he would have tried to collect more than the 100 he allotted himself, not that he reached that figure anyway, so it was a moot point.
He shakes his head lightly, turning to Allen for the first time since he spotted the twinkling lights. ]
I like them where they are.
[ He utters, more reserved than usual, but walks into the room, closing the door behind them. ]
Thank you.
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... yes. Some of these may very well be the ones he collected that night. Not that, of course, Allen has any idea.
His expression remains thoughtful, recognizing something happened there, there's some deeper recognition he had, but not knowing what that could be. It cools the passion in his veins, concern ever trumping that no matter the scenario, as he's not sure if he believes you... but, ultimately, takes Shouto at his word. Reaching up to touch his cheek faintly, stroking it thoughtfully. ]
Hope isn't something that fades like that.
[ He says it softly, applying just enough pressure to encourage him to look at him. Gentle and earnest. ]
Looking at you gives me hope too. Whether we're under a sea of stars full of possibilities to wish on or not.
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At the touch of cheeks, his eyes shift to him, and the distant look in his eyes fades, replaced by a tender look. ]
You're right.
[ He gently touches his forehead to his, no longer far away, but present. ]
Hope is what lets us dreams.
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You might not say it all the time, but you think a lot.
Craning up into where their brows touch and relishing the sentimental contact, he smiles softly. Kissing first one corner of his mouth very gently-- ]
Yes. [ --and then the other. The hand that had been at his cheek slipping back to sift through his hair and touch his ear, rubbing the bloodstone band—the one made of Allen's blood—gently. With his own kind of faraway thoughtfulness as he stays nestled very comfortably in his embrace.
One year ago, you held him in this room and he touched your cheek to try and pull you back from heavier thoughts too before they bathed. A quiet and nebulously intimate moment, one of their first. ]
Kiss me?
[ Not at that exact moment, but that was the first day he realized he wanted to kiss you, you know. ]
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I was collecting them. The jars of hope that day. [ He tells him, no longer far away; present in the telling. ] The day my brother turned into a beast. The day you fought him.
[ He breathes deeply, letting those memories slide back into the folds of his mind. They still hurt. Seeing his brother turn into a twisted version of their father. Seeing Allen struck by his ice, bleeding and fading in his arms. Memories of that day still haunt him. Still clog his throat, still overwhelm him. When he walked into the room decorated with those jars, that long-ago feeling of loss overtook him, overshadowing the burgeoning feelings of affection tied to them too. ]
I forgot [ he admits, expelling a shaky breath ] they were at the Tanabata Festival, too.
[ Overwhelmed by affection, the corner of his mouth tugs up, even as the corner of his eyes well up with a hint of tears. ]
Thank you for reminding me. That bad memories can also be good.
[ His eyes glitter with affection, regarding Allen with a soft look brimming with more than those burgeoning feelings tied to the jars strung up around them. They had taken root since then, matured. Developed into a kind of secret correspondence of the heart. He kisses him, loving how natural it is to kiss him. Loving the certainty in his heart, no longer conflicted over details, knowing this feeling was so deeply entrenched it would always be a part of him.
All those feelings, he pours into the kiss, no longer afraid when his quirk fluctuates between fire and ice. He lets it bleed into his fingers that gently touch his face. Lets it bleed into his hair, letting one side dance in flames and the other freeze in frost. Lets it bleed into his mouth, tongue half-cold, half-hot. Trusting his heart to sort it out on its own. ]
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He stares, transfixed by the soft sheen in his eyes. Are you..? Shouto. His own throat threatens to clog over and everything he wants to say -- he can't. No, he has no idea what to say, even if his heart is full of too many things he wants to express. Too awed by the depth of Shouto's own feelings, to be looking at him like that and speaking so gently. Too overwhelmed by his own and finding his body not able to contain them all. So his eyes begin to well for a second too, before Shouto leans to kiss him and Allen meets him halfway like it's everything he's been waiting for, something he expects as naturally as breathing. Delicate and sweet, desperate and earnest. A balanced contradiction like he is. Wholly welcoming of the chill tingle and flicker of warmth that dances across Shouto, no longer hesitating or worrying if it meant he might be losing control of himself.
And even if you do, I'll stop it. Less apprehensive of invoking Crown Clown for such a purpose, and there's a small hum of power from the crystal in his left hand as he slides one hand along his jaw, into his frosted hair, and tips his own head to kiss him better. Softly and unhurried, exploring the kiss and his mouth with the same eagerness as the first time and the languid thoroughness that comes from sharing a hundred such kisses and knowing there'll be a thousand more. Opening up and encouraging him to kiss him more deeply with that half cold and half hot tongue before somewhat cheekily licking it with his own, thighs tightening around his middle to hold himself up as he winds closer and presses into Shouto's bare chest. Shifts, loosened yukata gaping, until they're skin-to-skin, chest-to-chest.
But they've shifted over time, haven't they? Those kisses. Something... easier. Something he can't quite put his finger on, but... you don't doubt yourself as much when you kiss him, do you? ]
I love you. [ It's whispered softly and a little breathlessly as they part and prepare to meet again, within the secret space between their lips. Peppered with gentle, loving touches to his face as Allen tries to seek him out and catch his eye. ]
So much. [ So much, he can't even articulate it right.
Through the good memories and the bad both. And all the memories still to come. ]