IC INBOX for Prisma

[chronicgambler]

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Dice Arisugawa ⬤ Hypnosis Microphone
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moonblessing ⬤ Cordis

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[chronicgambler]

Babe. [Softer:] Gentaro.

[He smiles broadly, reaching his own free hand out to touch Gentaro's cheek.]

Nobody's gonna take me. No how, no way. You got me for good. We're gonna get married, it's gonna be beautiful, and sometimes maybe we'll fuck up and stuff will get bad, but... We can fix it, right? We can try?

[It's impossible to stop the tears welling up, though his voice barely quavers.]

Man, you gave me a home. You are home. You made me wanna live. I gotta spend the rest of my life thankin' you for that much.

[yumenope]

( he finally feels like they’ve scaled a wall. no, taken a sledgehammer to it. no longer are they just making doors appear or wandering around it, finding ways to avoid it. )

I love you.

( he says it so deeply, ardently, and leans forward and down to kiss him deeply. it’s firm, solid, real. all that fear and anger seems so silly in retrospect. )

You’re my home, too, Dice.

[chronicgambler]

[Dice lets his hand slide back into Gentaro's hair, and the other that holds Gentaro's hand squeezes softly at the kiss. He leans into it, pours every emotion he just experienced and couldn't put into words into the kiss, letting it all out.

When they break, it's only by centimeters, and Dice presses their foreheads together.]

I ain't ever been anybody's home before. Feels kinda nice.

[A grin.]

I love you. An' I'm gonna make this up to you somehow.

[yumenope]

Never taking that ring off again is a good start.

( he brushes their noses together fondly. he doesn’t need dice to make it up to him, he just wants to stay with him for always. was that so much to ask? )

It’s late. Come to bed, Dice.

[chronicgambler]

[A little nod.]

I gotta wash the club off me first, unless you want the bed to smell like cigarettes and fancy cologne.

[He smiles, pulling back and pulling his phone out.]

Can I show you somethin' real quick?

[yumenope]

Oh dear, whatever it is can’t be good...

( dick pic? anyway! a fond smile. )

Just kidding. Let me see.

( he curiously drops his head down to dice’s shoulder, perching contently. )

[chronicgambler]

[Dice laughs faintly, then taps at his phone a bit. He pulls up a track in his music player simply labeled "Take 77". It sounds a little something like this.

If Gentaro tries to ask any questions, he'll just shush him with a soft laugh and fingers to his lips.

He lets it play through to the end, then sighs and glances at his love.]

Pretty cool, right?

[yumenope]

( gentaro listens until it’s concluded. he isn’t an idiot, he knows exactly what this is.

a genuine smile is dice’s response. carefully, gentaro nudges the phone to the side so he can curl his arms around dice’s shoulders, easing himself partly off the chair towards dice. )

It’s perfect.


( the sound, but most importantly, dice. )

[chronicgambler]

It's our song.

[It's awkward, but Dice stashes his phone and moves so he's princess carrying Gentaro. Then he stands, nuzzling his fiance's cheek.

And as he carries him off to bed, he sings the chorus of Stella to the tune of the music he's composed.]