[he can't help laughing as well, the noise somewhat shaky, but wholehearted, nevertheless.]
Good.
[because, as selfish as it is, he needs something to reassure him that everything really is okay, that they are going to be okay. mystery knows that romance is a love demon and he appreciates the fact that he leans more into that than the worst parts of being a demon. others probably would've just taken him up on the offer to punish him, and they would've done so happily, but romance doesn't; his way of showing things is much different. it almost makes him sigh with relief, though he bites it back, not wanting to show that he was actually worried about what could've happened, seeing as he truly thought his comeuppance should've been something far more brutal.
his grip tightens slightly on romance's wrist when the hand leaves his face and travels down his chin, over his neck and eventually coming to rest on his chest where he imagines romance can probably feel his racing heartrate. he doesn't concern himself with that either, however, too busy focusing on romance and the way he's looking at him.
beloved. he squeezes his eyes shut, fighting back the abrupt burn behind his eyes, then he reopens them and tilts until he can kiss romance's chin, his words hardly above a whisper,] Give me everything. I love you, Romance.
[and he means it just as much as the first time, perhaps even more this time since he is more confident with the feeling now.]
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Good.
[because, as selfish as it is, he needs something to reassure him that everything really is okay, that they are going to be okay. mystery knows that romance is a love demon and he appreciates the fact that he leans more into that than the worst parts of being a demon. others probably would've just taken him up on the offer to punish him, and they would've done so happily, but romance doesn't; his way of showing things is much different. it almost makes him sigh with relief, though he bites it back, not wanting to show that he was actually worried about what could've happened, seeing as he truly thought his comeuppance should've been something far more brutal.
his grip tightens slightly on romance's wrist when the hand leaves his face and travels down his chin, over his neck and eventually coming to rest on his chest where he imagines romance can probably feel his racing heartrate. he doesn't concern himself with that either, however, too busy focusing on romance and the way he's looking at him.
beloved. he squeezes his eyes shut, fighting back the abrupt burn behind his eyes, then he reopens them and tilts until he can kiss romance's chin, his words hardly above a whisper,] Give me everything. I love you, Romance.
[and he means it just as much as the first time, perhaps even more this time since he is more confident with the feeling now.]