[Gentaro sees things in Dice that the man now can't see in himself. He's too young to have dealt with so much over so little, he's in pain, he's terrified... But then Gentaro soothes him, and he wonders for a moment if, somehow, little by little, things will eventually feel okay. He is an optimist like that, or at least he was. He isn't naive or foolish enough now to think this will be anything but difficult. He wasn't made for this kind of rough life, for thieving and maybe even killing. But if he can be by Gentaro's side, he'll find his place, and he'll try to survive.
He still isn't sure he wants to, knowing he'll likely deal with the scars from this for a long time. For now, though, he's safe, and being cared for. And he's loved.]
I want to believe you. I want to.
[Dice closes his eyes, and lets a hand cover the one on his chest.]
I'll just have to work as hard as I can to feel worthy of those words.
[His mind is whirling, but he's still a little sluggish from sleep and recovery, so his brow furrows.]
Part of me wonders what I did wrong. Why things had to turn out the way they did. I had dreams while I was asleep, terrible ones... I'm scared they'll become all too real.
Take as much time as you need. As long as we're together, I will remind you of how wonderful you are.
[ He's showing a much softer, vulnerable side of himself. It makes Gentaro a little uncomfortable. He isn't used to this. Somehow, Dice had done the near-impossible: He makes Gentaro feel safe. And so... he's determined to do the same for Dice.
As he speaks, he holds him closer, running his fingers through his hair again and again. His heart aches for Dice; beneath that is the anger at those responsible. Gentaro knows how he feels, though. There are still times when his dreams feel too real and he wakes, pale and trembling.
He presses a kiss to the side of his head. ]
You did nothing wrong, Dice. You are not to blame for their cruelty. But... those dreams will haunt you for a long time. Eventually, you may learn how to handle them. Even if you do not, there is no shame in feeling that way. [ a pause. ] It is easier to manage when you have someone who loves you and will hold you through the fear. That is to say.... I will do all I can to comfort you, however and whenever you need me.
[The way Gentaro could always speak so easily about the death he'd defied and the adventures he'd been on always made Dice believe the man was invincible. They'd lain together watching the stars, they'd spent hours in discussion, and days upon days apart that made Dice feel dull and lifeless. He wonders if he could've been born as someone else, and experienced all the vibrancy of life alongside Gentaro.
He supposes he will, now. They'll see things together, go places, live loudly and he hopes triumphantly. Hope is a scarce thing for Dice at the moment, but every thread of it he's clinging to comes from Gentaro's reassurances and gentleness.
He presses his face against Gentaro's neck and tries and tries and tries not to cry more, not because he feels he has to harden himself against the world, but because he can hardly stand how gently he's being treated. It's overwhelming, wonderful... It makes him think there's more affection to be had, and he wants to greedily soak it all up. But he can't take advantage of Gentaro's kindness like that. It seems like a one way ticket to resentment.]
If... [He's hesitant.] If it isn't too much to ask, could I sleep somewhere near you, for now?
[ He cradles Dice's head gently and lets him hold on, lets him bury his face. This gentle affection and acceptance is what Dice needs right now. As Gentaro holds him and presses kisses to the top of his head, he realizes he needs this, too. The world has made him weary, but being with someone he loves is a balm for his tired heart and soul.
He's so precious to Gentaro. He'll cherish him without restraint, be there for him, provide whatever he needs. It's the least he could do for him, but more than that, he wants to do these things.
With a quiet hum, Gentaro nods. ]
Of course you can. [ Then, gently teasingly-- ] That is what I intended, actually, from the moment you told me you loved me. I've already grown very fond of holding you.
[Of all the things to ever make Dice's face go slightly pink, this has to be the most welcome. He doesn't even entertain the idea of Gentaro needing him at all, but wanting him around, he chooses to believe, with the last shreds of belief he has in him. He even manages the sweetest smile, even if he's hiding it right now.]
I'm grateful to know you.
[Backing away slightly and dabbing at his eyes with the cast-aside cloth from earlier, he lets Gentaro see that smile. It's a little haunted, but still as sweet as Dice himself.]
Thank you, Gentaro. I guess I'll look forward to being in your arms often.
Gentaro is used to keeping everyone at arm's length--aside from Dice. Even this is very, very new, but he welcomes it. More importantly, there's very little that sets his heart racing.
That does it, though. Dice's smile is lovely and more than enough to make heat creep up the back of his neck. He shows a bit of that surprise, unable to hide it completely. It's clear that he has never had something like this. He's not unfamiliar with intimacy, but this... This easy, honest gratitude and affection...
Gentaro's expression softens from its surprise, and he closes his eyes to compose himself. This is comfortable; this is warm; this is something he hadn't realized he'd been searching for. ]
Mm. I'm grateful that we met, too.
[ He opens his eyes and takes one of his hands. As he raises it to his lips, he presses a kiss to the back of it. ]
You will never be alone as long as we are together.
[His eyes follow Gentaro's movement to kiss his hand, and it just makes him smile more broadly. Honestly, he's gone from mostly dead (inside and out) to being swept off his feet in less than two weeks. Maybe he is still a little naive, because he's really, honestly entertaining the idea that they might be together for a very long time. Possibly forever, or at least for this lifetime.]
That's all I can ask.
[He doesn't know he's making Gentaro's heart race as much as his own.]
...Do you want to show me around, then? Now that I'm not not allowed to come here?
[The fact that Dice found his way here is a miracle in itself.]
[ If Dice were to voice the idea of their being together for a long time, Gentaro would agree. He might be a thief, but no one has ever captured his heart like Dice has. He'll move heaven and earth to make him happy and protect him. In spite of everything, Dice is still here, still smiling, still warm and earnest.
He admires that deeply.
Gentaro kisses his hand again, then smiles. ]
If you feel up to it, yes. Though, would you like a change of clothes before we do anything?
[ He had--with some nervous fumbling--changed Dice's clothes, and dressed him in a tunic and loose pants. He couldn't treat his wounds otherwise, and he thinks his old clothes would be a terrible reminder. ]
I don't think I want to sit still anymore. I might be a little unsteady on my feet, though. We'll have to try it to find out.
[He runs a hand through his hair, a charming nervous habit he only ever showed around Gentaro.
Oh, his clothes have been changed, haven't they. Well, that's...]
My legs feel slightly like I've been trudging through sand. That said... dress me to blend in with your men, or with your closest confidant. I don't want to stand out too much.
[ He doesn't blame Dice at all for feeling restless. He would, too. Besides, he doesn't want to underestimate Dice. Despite Dice's belief that he's weak, Gentaro knows he's more than strong enough.
He nods and kisses him, soft and sweet, then stands. His closest confidant... he doesn't dare admit that it's Dice. Later, perhaps.
But the present. Gentaro fetches an outfit that should fit Dice. It's a deep green, easy to move in, and Gentaro thinks it'll easily flatter Dice... as if he needed help. He offers the outfit. ]
I'll stand watch while you change. Do let me know if it doesn't fit.
[He feels like the sorrow and fear still lingering in him is going to claw its way out if he doesn't walk it off. It's soothed a little again by Gentaro's affection, the only balm he thinks could possibly heal him at this point. Why does he have such a loyal, good friend? No. They're more than friends now. A man and his savior, in Dice's eyes, but already lovers in Dice's heart. It's only a miracle that heart didn't betray him prior to the coup.
Waiting patiently for Gentaro to return with clothes, Dice takes stock of the room he's in. It's... nice. Nicer than he imagined a thieves' hideout might be. He wonders, thinking of thieves, if Gentaro still has the bracelet he gave him when they first met, the one Gentaro had boldly tried to steal from a disguised Dice. The exchange that had launched them down this path.
Well, they'll get to walk it together now.
He smiles faintly when Gentaro returns, trying not to show the trepidation that'd begun to creep in upon registering that he was alone.]
I'll make the best of it.
[He takes the clothing and changes carefully, if a bit slowly. It's clear that he's still sore and aching, still tired from being asleep for so long, but he manages to dress without too much other trouble. It's not fashionable, to Dice, but that doesn't matter. He's comfortable, and once again that familiar smell lingers...]
[ He definitely has the bracelet. It's one of his most precious possessions, because of the meaning that it carries. That day is a fond memory. Until meeting Dice, he'd simply existed, stealing to live--and being incredibly good at it--and haunting cities and towns that would never want him.
He didn't know what it felt like to live until he'd met Dice. Gentaro isn't pleased about the reason he's here, but still. He vows to make his life as good as he can.
He returns after a few moments, because he knows the solitude, no matter how brief, had to have been difficult. And while Gentaro has seen him near-naked, he turns to give him a bit of privacy. Fleetingly, he hopes that at some point he can admire him fully instead of working quickly to make sure Dice hadn't bled out or developed an infection.
That thought is dashed away, and he turns back to him. Dice is breathtaking, even if he doesn't consider it fashionable. Seeing him in those clothes makes his heart ache, but his question piques his curiosity. He tilts his head slightly. ]
Like what? Perhaps you have a much more sensitive nose than I do.
[Dice looks away, laughing faintly. Gentaro makes him feel like a bigger mess than he ever thought possible.]
Sorry, like... like wood, and a slightly sweet flower. Plum blossoms?
[There goes his hand through his hair again.]
I always assumed it was cologne or something. It makes me think of you.
[He'd stare out of his bedroom window every morning at a nearby plum tree just waiting for it to bloom. And when it finally did, he had a few weeks of bliss.]
[ Ah. Gentaro clears his throat gently as he feels heat creep across his cheeks. Dice isn't alone in feeling like a mess. Gentaro is just much better at hiding it. Practice makes perfect, and all that. ]
I've never noticed a scent like that.
[ He suddenly feels so much younger, but-- maybe that's not a terrible thing. He needs to recover, though, so as he walks over to join him, he gives a playful smile. He adjusts the collar of Dice's tunic; unintentionally, his fingers brush lightly against his neck. ]
Hmm, perhaps I should assign you to go around sniffing everything you can.
As embarrassing as the sound he makes when Gentaro's fingers brush his skin. He takes Gentaro's hand in his own and brings it to his cheek, eyes closing.]
I've foiled poisonings with it. But I could've sworn you smelled just like the tree outside of my window.
[Turning his head, he nuzzles Gentaro's palm, breathing him in.]
Gentaro's breath catches softly, but as close as they are, it's more than audible. He gently brushes his thumb over his cheek, looking at him with something close to wonder. And that sound--
He's never going to forget that. Gentaro wraps his arm around Dice, holding him close. ]
It was as if I were there with you. [ He kisses his cheek. ] Plum blossoms... I'd never thought of myself with such a delicate scent.
[Dice turns his head toward Gentaro, his heart aching. It's frightening being held so dear, but it really is all he ever wanted out of life. He delicately rests his nose against Gentaro's, tipping his head so their foreheads meet.]
I would've done almost anything to be by your side.
[Even though he said he wanted to go look around, he wouldn't actually mind spending the rest of the day in Gentaro's arms instead. That had been an attempt at being brave, at showing that he wasn't afraid of the world. But... maybe he is. Gentaro feels so safe.]
[ Gentaro had thought he couldn't possibly fall any harder for him. He draws in a breath, one that's gently shaking. Gentaro might have brought Dice back from the brink of death, but Dice has saved him, too.
He closes his eyes, soaking in Dice's warmth and strength. It's as if the world has shrunk down to just them, and Gentaro's just fine with that. ]
And now you're here, by my side.
[ He opens his eyes, gazing at him with affection and warmth and love. His cheeks are still a bit pink, especially with Dice being so sweet, but he leans in and kisses him. ]
I wrote poetry about you. I wrote music in your honor. No one ever knew. You're the most incredible thing.
[A sigh.]
And so, so beautiful that it makes my heart ache.
[Even now, even this close. Dice kisses Gentaro after that note, softly, sweetly as he can manage, but it doesn't quite stay that way. It's a little laced with sorrow, a little desperate for the belonging he's being offered. It becomes delicately passionate, like he's trying to be polite about how much he wants to stay close and never be forgotten.]
[ Gentaro knows they were foolish to do what they did. But this-- it emphasizes that even more. Dice is truly one of a kind, gentle and sweet, and warmer than the sun.
His heart thumps in his chest, and for once, words escape him. Even if he could find the words, Dice steals the air from his lungs. He has no intention of pushing things past his comfort, but he's never been kissed like this. He's been kissed plenty of times, but this is much different. That sorrow--Gentaro doesn't miss it, nor does he miss that desperation. And Gentaro is so very weak for him.
What else can he do besides kiss him back? Gentaro matches that passion easily as he slides his hand into his hair and cradles the back of his head. He keeps his arm around Dice, firm and with no intention of letting him go. His composure is being shattered, but he doesn't care. In this moment, Dice is the only thing that matters. ]
[It may be difficult to pull the propriety from him entirely, but Dice all but folds into Gentaro's embrace. He wants to fall apart and get lost again, only this time in love and sweet adoration, rather than in mortal peril. Even if this is dangerous in its own way, and even if he fears he'll be a liability, he wants Gentaro for his own. He'd go through it all again, he realizes, knowing that this lay in wait on the other side.
There will be difficult days and harder nights, but he'll make it through them with Gentaro's help. With his love. And he'll pay him back with all the devoted affection he's been cultivating for these precious months.]
I love you.
[A murmur, a whisper as he slides an arm around Gentaro's shoulders and neck to lean into him more. He imagines he'll have to ask Gentaro to teach him to kiss the right way, the recklessly passionate way. He knows Gentaro has a lot to teach him besides that, of course, but... he wants to start with things he knows he can master quickly, right now. Let survival skills and crime be lessons for other days. Today is for the two of them.]
[ Three words-- three words, and they make his heart race faster than anything else. He had never thought of himself as someone worthy or deserving of such open, sweet, gentle love, but here he is.
Gentaro's luck is not always the best, but right now, he feels like he's the luckiest man in the world. It's thrilling and precious, this love, and he resolves to never, ever break or squander it. ]
And I love you.
[ He holds Dice close, then laughs softly. ]
Was I not going to give you a tour? Then again, I would hardly complain about spending the day with you, just like this.
[Somehow it makes Dice ache even more to hear the sentiment returned again, and he takes in a slow, shuddering breath. He's always been a believer in luck and fortune above everything else, and he clings to this, believing he's only alive because he was lucky enough to meet the right people. After all, if he'd never met Gentaro, he wouldn't be alive right now at all. He would have let the knife go right into his heart without a fight.]
Ah, right... I wouldn't mind the tour, since I asked for it. [Sheepish:] I need to start my new life off right, though, don't I?
[He sighs, though, and eases back a little, in case Gentaro wants to let go.]
I'm still tired, but my body is sick of being still, too. Yet I'd spend the rest of the month just recovering in your arms, if I could.
Gentaro is, admittedly, a little thrown by how he says things like that so easily. It makes his heart race. Spending time together, just the two of them, talking and stealing kisses-- it sounds absolutely wonderful.
He touches his cheek, and while he doesn't want to let go, he does. Somewhat. Gentaro slips his hand in Dice's, fitting his fingers through his. With a smile, he kisses the back of it. ]
It isn't necessary to do too much all at once. I will show you around, but little by little. That may help you recover your stamina, too.
[ He understands the desire to barrel onward despite one's limits, but he won't let Dice drown when he can prevent it. ]
It will be no good for anyone if you push yourself too far so soon.
[He smiles again, softly but with a little less reservation. Gentaro won't let him flounder. He'll be his lifeline even now.]
I don't even know what time it is, admittedly.
[He looks around the room again, like there will be something to tell the time. That's when he realizes there's no window. Gentaro must have him somewhere truly safe.]
...You think of everything. What are you going to do with a fool like me by your side?
[He says that, but his mind is full of nothing but gentle thoughts where Gentaro is concerned. How their hands fit together just so. How he's sure he'll get addicted to the lips he'd only dreamed of before today.]
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He still isn't sure he wants to, knowing he'll likely deal with the scars from this for a long time. For now, though, he's safe, and being cared for. And he's loved.]
I want to believe you. I want to.
[Dice closes his eyes, and lets a hand cover the one on his chest.]
I'll just have to work as hard as I can to feel worthy of those words.
[His mind is whirling, but he's still a little sluggish from sleep and recovery, so his brow furrows.]
Part of me wonders what I did wrong. Why things had to turn out the way they did. I had dreams while I was asleep, terrible ones... I'm scared they'll become all too real.
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[ He's showing a much softer, vulnerable side of himself. It makes Gentaro a little uncomfortable. He isn't used to this. Somehow, Dice had done the near-impossible: He makes Gentaro feel safe. And so... he's determined to do the same for Dice.
As he speaks, he holds him closer, running his fingers through his hair again and again. His heart aches for Dice; beneath that is the anger at those responsible. Gentaro knows how he feels, though. There are still times when his dreams feel too real and he wakes, pale and trembling.
He presses a kiss to the side of his head. ]
You did nothing wrong, Dice. You are not to blame for their cruelty. But... those dreams will haunt you for a long time. Eventually, you may learn how to handle them. Even if you do not, there is no shame in feeling that way. [ a pause. ] It is easier to manage when you have someone who loves you and will hold you through the fear. That is to say.... I will do all I can to comfort you, however and whenever you need me.
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He supposes he will, now. They'll see things together, go places, live loudly and he hopes triumphantly. Hope is a scarce thing for Dice at the moment, but every thread of it he's clinging to comes from Gentaro's reassurances and gentleness.
He presses his face against Gentaro's neck and tries and tries and tries not to cry more, not because he feels he has to harden himself against the world, but because he can hardly stand how gently he's being treated. It's overwhelming, wonderful... It makes him think there's more affection to be had, and he wants to greedily soak it all up. But he can't take advantage of Gentaro's kindness like that. It seems like a one way ticket to resentment.]
If... [He's hesitant.] If it isn't too much to ask, could I sleep somewhere near you, for now?
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He's so precious to Gentaro. He'll cherish him without restraint, be there for him, provide whatever he needs. It's the least he could do for him, but more than that, he wants to do these things.
With a quiet hum, Gentaro nods. ]
Of course you can. [ Then, gently teasingly-- ] That is what I intended, actually, from the moment you told me you loved me. I've already grown very fond of holding you.
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I'm grateful to know you.
[Backing away slightly and dabbing at his eyes with the cast-aside cloth from earlier, he lets Gentaro see that smile. It's a little haunted, but still as sweet as Dice himself.]
Thank you, Gentaro. I guess I'll look forward to being in your arms often.
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Gentaro is used to keeping everyone at arm's length--aside from Dice. Even this is very, very new, but he welcomes it. More importantly, there's very little that sets his heart racing.
That does it, though. Dice's smile is lovely and more than enough to make heat creep up the back of his neck. He shows a bit of that surprise, unable to hide it completely. It's clear that he has never had something like this. He's not unfamiliar with intimacy, but this... This easy, honest gratitude and affection...
Gentaro's expression softens from its surprise, and he closes his eyes to compose himself. This is comfortable; this is warm; this is something he hadn't realized he'd been searching for. ]
Mm. I'm grateful that we met, too.
[ He opens his eyes and
takes one of his hands. As he raises it to his lips, he presses a kiss to the back of it. ]
You will never be alone as long as we are together.
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That's all I can ask.
[He doesn't know he's making Gentaro's heart race as much as his own.]
...Do you want to show me around, then? Now that I'm not not allowed to come here?
[The fact that Dice found his way here is a miracle in itself.]
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He admires that deeply.
Gentaro kisses his hand again, then smiles. ]
If you feel up to it, yes. Though, would you like a change of clothes before we do anything?
[ He had--with some nervous fumbling--changed Dice's clothes, and dressed him in a tunic and loose pants. He couldn't treat his wounds otherwise, and he thinks his old clothes would be a terrible reminder. ]
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[He runs a hand through his hair, a charming nervous habit he only ever showed around Gentaro.
Oh, his clothes have been changed, haven't they. Well, that's...]
My legs feel slightly like I've been trudging through sand. That said... dress me to blend in with your men, or with your closest confidant. I don't want to stand out too much.
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He nods and kisses him, soft and sweet, then stands. His closest confidant... he doesn't dare admit that it's Dice. Later, perhaps.
But the present. Gentaro fetches an outfit that should fit Dice. It's a deep green, easy to move in, and Gentaro thinks it'll easily flatter Dice... as if he needed help. He offers the outfit. ]
I'll stand watch while you change. Do let me know if it doesn't fit.
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Waiting patiently for Gentaro to return with clothes, Dice takes stock of the room he's in. It's... nice. Nicer than he imagined a thieves' hideout might be. He wonders, thinking of thieves, if Gentaro still has the bracelet he gave him when they first met, the one Gentaro had boldly tried to steal from a disguised Dice. The exchange that had launched them down this path.
Well, they'll get to walk it together now.
He smiles faintly when Gentaro returns, trying not to show the trepidation that'd begun to creep in upon registering that he was alone.]
I'll make the best of it.
[He takes the clothing and changes carefully, if a bit slowly. It's clear that he's still sore and aching, still tired from being asleep for so long, but he manages to dress without too much other trouble. It's not fashionable, to Dice, but that doesn't matter. He's comfortable, and once again that familiar smell lingers...]
There.
[He looks down as he adjusts the belt.]
Does everything here smell like this?
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He didn't know what it felt like to live until he'd met Dice. Gentaro isn't pleased about the reason he's here, but still. He vows to make his life as good as he can.
He returns after a few moments, because he knows the solitude, no matter how brief, had to have been difficult. And while Gentaro has seen him near-naked, he turns to give him a bit of privacy. Fleetingly, he hopes that at some point he can admire him fully instead of working quickly to make sure Dice hadn't bled out or developed an infection.
That thought is dashed away, and he turns back to him. Dice is breathtaking, even if he doesn't consider it fashionable. Seeing him in those clothes makes his heart ache, but his question piques his curiosity. He tilts his head slightly. ]
Like what? Perhaps you have a much more sensitive nose than I do.
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[Dice looks away, laughing faintly. Gentaro makes him feel like a bigger mess than he ever thought possible.]
Sorry, like... like wood, and a slightly sweet flower. Plum blossoms?
[There goes his hand through his hair again.]
I always assumed it was cologne or something. It makes me think of you.
[He'd stare out of his bedroom window every morning at a nearby plum tree just waiting for it to bloom. And when it finally did, he had a few weeks of bliss.]
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I've never noticed a scent like that.
[ He suddenly feels so much younger, but-- maybe that's not a terrible thing. He needs to recover, though, so as he walks over to join him, he gives a playful smile. He adjusts the collar of Dice's tunic; unintentionally, his fingers brush lightly against his neck. ]
Hmm, perhaps I should assign you to go around sniffing everything you can.
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As embarrassing as the sound he makes when Gentaro's fingers brush his skin. He takes Gentaro's hand in his own and brings it to his cheek, eyes closing.]
I've foiled poisonings with it. But I could've sworn you smelled just like the tree outside of my window.
[Turning his head, he nuzzles Gentaro's palm, breathing him in.]
It kept me going.
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Gentaro's breath catches softly, but as close as they are, it's more than audible. He gently brushes his thumb over his cheek, looking at him with something close to wonder. And that sound--
He's never going to forget that. Gentaro wraps his arm around Dice, holding him close. ]
It was as if I were there with you. [ He kisses his cheek. ] Plum blossoms... I'd never thought of myself with such a delicate scent.
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I would've done almost anything to be by your side.
[Even though he said he wanted to go look around, he wouldn't actually mind spending the rest of the day in Gentaro's arms instead. That had been an attempt at being brave, at showing that he wasn't afraid of the world. But... maybe he is. Gentaro feels so safe.]
They're beautiful, just like you are.
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He closes his eyes, soaking in Dice's warmth and strength. It's as if the world has shrunk down to just them, and Gentaro's just fine with that. ]
And now you're here, by my side.
[ He opens his eyes, gazing at him with affection and warmth and love. His cheeks are still a bit pink, especially with Dice being so sweet, but he leans in and kisses him. ]
Beautiful, hm...? That makes both of us, then.
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[He smiles.]
I wrote poetry about you. I wrote music in your honor. No one ever knew. You're the most incredible thing.
[A sigh.]
And so, so beautiful that it makes my heart ache.
[Even now, even this close. Dice kisses Gentaro after that note, softly, sweetly as he can manage, but it doesn't quite stay that way. It's a little laced with sorrow, a little desperate for the belonging he's being offered. It becomes delicately passionate, like he's trying to be polite about how much he wants to stay close and never be forgotten.]
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His heart thumps in his chest, and for once, words escape him. Even if he could find the words, Dice steals the air from his lungs. He has no intention of pushing things past his comfort, but he's never been kissed like this. He's been kissed plenty of times, but this is much different. That sorrow--Gentaro doesn't miss it, nor does he miss that desperation. And Gentaro is so very weak for him.
What else can he do besides kiss him back? Gentaro matches that passion easily as he slides his hand into his hair and cradles the back of his head. He keeps his arm around Dice, firm and with no intention of letting him go. His composure is being shattered, but he doesn't care. In this moment, Dice is the only thing that matters. ]
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There will be difficult days and harder nights, but he'll make it through them with Gentaro's help. With his love. And he'll pay him back with all the devoted affection he's been cultivating for these precious months.]
I love you.
[A murmur, a whisper as he slides an arm around Gentaro's shoulders and neck to lean into him more. He imagines he'll have to ask Gentaro to teach him to kiss the right way, the recklessly passionate way. He knows Gentaro has a lot to teach him besides that, of course, but... he wants to start with things he knows he can master quickly, right now. Let survival skills and crime be lessons for other days. Today is for the two of them.]
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Gentaro's luck is not always the best, but right now, he feels like he's the luckiest man in the world. It's thrilling and precious, this love, and he resolves to never, ever break or squander it. ]
And I love you.
[ He holds Dice close, then laughs softly. ]
Was I not going to give you a tour? Then again, I would hardly complain about spending the day with you, just like this.
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Ah, right... I wouldn't mind the tour, since I asked for it. [Sheepish:] I need to start my new life off right, though, don't I?
[He sighs, though, and eases back a little, in case Gentaro wants to let go.]
I'm still tired, but my body is sick of being still, too. Yet I'd spend the rest of the month just recovering in your arms, if I could.
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Gentaro is, admittedly, a little thrown by how he says things like that so easily. It makes his heart race. Spending time together, just the two of them, talking and stealing kisses-- it sounds absolutely wonderful.
He touches his cheek, and while he doesn't want to let go, he does. Somewhat. Gentaro slips his hand in Dice's, fitting his fingers through his. With a smile, he kisses the back of it. ]
It isn't necessary to do too much all at once. I will show you around, but little by little. That may help you recover your stamina, too.
[ He understands the desire to barrel onward despite one's limits, but he won't let Dice drown when he can prevent it. ]
It will be no good for anyone if you push yourself too far so soon.
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I don't even know what time it is, admittedly.
[He looks around the room again, like there will be something to tell the time. That's when he realizes there's no window. Gentaro must have him somewhere truly safe.]
...You think of everything. What are you going to do with a fool like me by your side?
[He says that, but his mind is full of nothing but gentle thoughts where Gentaro is concerned. How their hands fit together just so. How he's sure he'll get addicted to the lips he'd only dreamed of before today.]
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