( it feels the closest to some kind of fever dream. this entire resort has felt that way, at times, as though nothing about it could truly be real, as though these are all just the thoughts and memories of a mad man: like he's still laying somewhere in a pool of his own blood, choking past a torn windpipe, trying desperately to be anywhere else but there. when oushi touches him, it feels warm, and soft, distant enough that he has to remember whether or not he's taken down infinity to begin with--but then why would he not lay himself bare, and open, for the guy that makes him feel so twisted up inside? there's beauty to be found in the simple life of a touchy little human, like he's finally putting the pieces together of why it's so important to protect them; and this one, in particular, is now his to protect. eternally, his thoughts say, or the token says, but whatever, he gets it--he's not letting up.
easy enough to give into temptation when that's all he's ever done--jumped right into challenge after challenge, charged headlong into everything and anything. pragmatic, when he ensures that oushi's arm is always just within reach, his hand clamped palm to palm; possessive, when he offers a blank, blue-eyed stare to anyone who dares to think they can get close. for awhile, it's like nothing else exists outside of them and this silly carnival--like it's the old days, like it's happiness, like there's nothing that can hurt, here.
the warm sunlight of the sunset, cast out over the interior of the ferris wheel car, makes him want to duck his chin down against oushi's shoulder and watch it--he's trying, anyway, long and lanky frame slumped down and contorted so that he can sink his cheek against the side of oushi's neck, peering out past his profile at the heat of it. disappointing, to have the day done, but night will come soon after: and besides, now they have a predicament to deal with.
his first response is--to snort a laugh, forcing himself to sit up a little, nudging his nose in against oushi's cheek in a tease. )
So take your shirt off and put it over them.
( idly, teasingly, and without his sunglasses, his eyes are that strange, sparkling blue they always are, heighted by both the dying sunlight and the voracity of his interest--focused entirely on oushi, perhaps a terrifying burden. )
I've waited all day and-- ( he slides himself up to sit, properly, next to him, though one hand is reaching for oushi's chin, holding it carefully between long fingers to twist him to face him properly--his lips curve into a grin. ) --I'm not gonna keep waiting.
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easy enough to give into temptation when that's all he's ever done--jumped right into challenge after challenge, charged headlong into everything and anything. pragmatic, when he ensures that oushi's arm is always just within reach, his hand clamped palm to palm; possessive, when he offers a blank, blue-eyed stare to anyone who dares to think they can get close. for awhile, it's like nothing else exists outside of them and this silly carnival--like it's the old days, like it's happiness, like there's nothing that can hurt, here.
the warm sunlight of the sunset, cast out over the interior of the ferris wheel car, makes him want to duck his chin down against oushi's shoulder and watch it--he's trying, anyway, long and lanky frame slumped down and contorted so that he can sink his cheek against the side of oushi's neck, peering out past his profile at the heat of it. disappointing, to have the day done, but night will come soon after: and besides, now they have a predicament to deal with.
his first response is--to snort a laugh, forcing himself to sit up a little, nudging his nose in against oushi's cheek in a tease. )
So take your shirt off and put it over them.
( idly, teasingly, and without his sunglasses, his eyes are that strange, sparkling blue they always are, heighted by both the dying sunlight and the voracity of his interest--focused entirely on oushi, perhaps a terrifying burden. )
I've waited all day and-- ( he slides himself up to sit, properly, next to him, though one hand is reaching for oushi's chin, holding it carefully between long fingers to twist him to face him properly--his lips curve into a grin. ) --I'm not gonna keep waiting.