[just be himself? sure, it seems like romance is asking for so much in that moment, but with him, mystery feels like he could actually do that rather than try and pretend to be something he's not. nevertheless, he feels like he needs to be smaller, so he shrinks in on himself ever-so-slightly, though that doesn't stop him from twisting and burying his face into romance's shoulder, his words somewhat muffled.]
[ His brow furrows, and Romance eases back a little so that he can look at him properly, stroking his hair, fingers pushing up the back of his head, tangling gently. ]
[instinctively, mystery wants to squirm and fight and hide against romance again, but instead of doing that, he lets the hand in his hair hold him steady, his heartbeat skipping as he forces himself to meet romance's gaze through his bangs.]
I do, [he admits softly, a pause following afterward and his voice somehow lowering further before he continues,] but what if you don't like me anymore?
[ He pulls his fingers through Mystery's hair, working his way to the front so he can sweep it aside and look into those pretty eyes, thumb brushing his cheek, light as a breath. ]
I'm not going to stop liking you just because you've finally let me see you.
[ He breathes a soft laugh, holds Mystery ever tighter. ]
Sweetheart, that's not how I operate. [ Not when his feelings are involved. ]
[again, it's instinctive to pull back, but he resists a second time, blinking lightly as romance's thumb brushes across his cheek. he leans into the touch instead, exhaling a sigh and letting his eyes sink closed as he reaches to cup romance's hand to hold it against his face.
it's so strange, he feels so vulnerable, almost fragile in romance's hold, and yet he also feels strengthened by it, like nothing can tear him down now that he has romance's attention.
mystery takes a deep breath, holds it for a couple of seconds, then exhales, his other hand moving to press over his chest in an attempt to calm his racing heart. โsweetheartโ, โdarlingโ, all these nicknames are going to truly be the death of him.]
I believe you. [even if part of him is still so worried about something that probably shouldn't be a second thought in his mind.]
[ Romance has spent a long time figuring people out, what makes them tick, insecurities, likes and dislikes, dreams and aspirations, fears. Mostly, he uses it against them, but it isn't like that with Mystery. Or the others, he has no reason to, but especially with Mystery.
And he can tell he's worried about something, he just isn't certain what. Losing one another...always a possibility. A breakup...unlikely. Not liking him anymore? Even more unlikely. Once Romance gets his claws in someone, it's almost impossible to pry him away. He just isn't sure, but pushing isn't going to help.
He reaches out, rests his hand over the one on Mystery's chest, fingers curling. ]
[aside from the other saja boys, mystery hasn't tried to learn much about people. humans don't frighten him, per se, but they are messy creatures with even messier lives and he isn't sure he wants to know more about them despite having been one himself before. even then, he didn't fit in like other people and had always been the odd one out when it came right down to it.
now, he has people he cares about, people he wants to be around and wants them to like him, and then here's romance giving him every opportunity to be himself and he's afraid. if he lost him, he wouldn't know what to do anymore... but romance doesn't seem like he'll be going anywhere.
he glances down at their hands on his chest, breathes another sigh then he cinches his fingers around romance's and lifts his hand to brush his lips against his knuckles.]
[ As much as it frustrates Romance, all he can do is give Mystery some time - he's a relatively impatient demon, so time is a difficult thing, but for Mystery...he will wait.
Mystery's lips are soft on his skin and he watches, sliding his hand down from Mystery's hair to around his waist, nosing into his hair, nipping lightly at his ear. ]
[perhaps mystery will break sooner rather than later and finally admit that he's afraid, that he's worried something is going to happen to them and they won't be together forever, but until that time comes, all he can do is appreciate the fact that romance is being patient with him.
he presses his forehead against romance's hand now, gently squeezing his fingers around it, his breath catching slightly whenever romance nips at his ear.]
[ It's a valid fear with the lives they lead, with this craziness Jinu's led them into. Romance is afraid of the same things, but he's also very rooted in the now of whatever this is.
He's pleased with the answer, and hums softly against Mystery's ear before speaking. ]
I think we should take off our clothes now, don't you?
[that's what mystery should do rather than letting himself get too far ahead in the future. luckily, romance is helping him do that, even if it's a slow transition into it.
his head lifts from romance's hand, though his other one joins in holding it, his fingers stroking along romance's for encouragement like it's something he really needs.]
Yes. [with clear reluctance, he releases romance's hand and lowers both of his own to rest on romance's hips, his thumbs tapping idly.] You might have to get off of me, though. [it'll be somewhat difficult to try and remove his pants with romance still on his lap, after all.]
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I'll do my best.
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You can be with me. You know that, I know you do.
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I do, [he admits softly, a pause following afterward and his voice somehow lowering further before he continues,] but what if you don't like me anymore?
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I'm not going to stop liking you just because you've finally let me see you.
[ He breathes a soft laugh, holds Mystery ever tighter. ]
Sweetheart, that's not how I operate. [ Not when his feelings are involved. ]
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it's so strange, he feels so vulnerable, almost fragile in romance's hold, and yet he also feels strengthened by it, like nothing can tear him down now that he has romance's attention.
mystery takes a deep breath, holds it for a couple of seconds, then exhales, his other hand moving to press over his chest in an attempt to calm his racing heart. โsweetheartโ, โdarlingโ, all these nicknames are going to truly be the death of him.]
I believe you. [even if part of him is still so worried about something that probably shouldn't be a second thought in his mind.]
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And he can tell he's worried about something, he just isn't certain what. Losing one another...always a possibility. A breakup...unlikely. Not liking him anymore? Even more unlikely. Once Romance gets his claws in someone, it's almost impossible to pry him away. He just isn't sure, but pushing isn't going to help.
He reaches out, rests his hand over the one on Mystery's chest, fingers curling. ]
Good.
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now, he has people he cares about, people he wants to be around and wants them to like him, and then here's romance giving him every opportunity to be himself and he's afraid. if he lost him, he wouldn't know what to do anymore... but romance doesn't seem like he'll be going anywhere.
he glances down at their hands on his chest, breathes another sigh then he cinches his fingers around romance's and lifts his hand to brush his lips against his knuckles.]
Thank you.
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Mystery's lips are soft on his skin and he watches, sliding his hand down from Mystery's hair to around his waist, nosing into his hair, nipping lightly at his ear. ]
I'm not going to let you go.
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he presses his forehead against romance's hand now, gently squeezing his fingers around it, his breath catching slightly whenever romance nips at his ear.]
Iโ I know. I'm not letting you go, either.
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He's pleased with the answer, and hums softly against Mystery's ear before speaking. ]
I think we should take off our clothes now, don't you?
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his head lifts from romance's hand, though his other one joins in holding it, his fingers stroking along romance's for encouragement like it's something he really needs.]
Yes. [with clear reluctance, he releases romance's hand and lowers both of his own to rest on romance's hips, his thumbs tapping idly.] You might have to get off of me, though. [it'll be somewhat difficult to try and remove his pants with romance still on his lap, after all.]