IC INBOX for Prisma

[chronicgambler]

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[yumenope]

( to think they’d find something so perfect in a place so backwards like this. he’s long since stopped crediting moonlacing for why he feels so warm and complete and full of feeling. he had been a phantom before this and even more of one for those months without dice.

he can’t help the shaky laugh that bubbles up. that easy affection is his favorite. )

Mm... Precisely. Don’t leave this old man a widow. ( his fingers thread back into dice’s hair. safe. warm. )

I’ll gladly go toe to toe with the thief for who cares more for their star.

[chronicgambler]

Gentaro...

[He presses his face to his lover's chest and breathes him in, runs trembling lips over his skin. They just... this has to be it. This has to be forever. He can't imagine anything else.

There are so many words and feelings he can't string together. His heart is light and his head is too noisy and he just needs to find one small, stupid way to get across that Gentaro changed his life.]

You feel like home.

[He swallows, then looks up.]

Like one I picked for myself, not like the one I ran away from.

[yumenope]

( this is home. dice is his home. wherever their felines and dice are, that’s home. he has a place to belong, something that fits, that works. no masks. no facades and absurd white lies. no, in this moment it’s only truth.

he blinks down at him, and it’s a beautiful smile that blossoms. )

Then I’ll be that for you for however long you’d like.

( he runs a hand down the bumps of dice’s spine. )

[chronicgambler]

Forever?

[He smiles, too, soft and sweet and endlessly devoted. This man is his end game. He hopes they never leave this place. He hopes they'll always be this beautifully connected.

He pulls Gentaro's hand to his lips and kisses the fingertips again.]

I wanna do something different.

[yumenope]

( god his heart just—

his expression is so exposed, so soft. it’s unreal. he’s never wanted so badly to keep something, someone. ever. his mind is hazy with it all, how he’s learned to trust and be open again.

he tilts his head with a smile. )

And what’s that? ( forever. he wants that. forever. )

[chronicgambler]

Dunno... I keep thinkin' a dozen things at a time and all of it's just jumbled up.

[Grinning, he gracelessly lays himself on top of Gentaro, only one arm propping him up at all. His fingertips stray into Gentaro's hair, twisting and teasing just the ends.]

I just feel like this is special. Like we oughta celebrate something.

[Nothing like this could've happened to him with anyone else, he thinks.]

I feel like that every day with you, though. Like I won somethin' big every time I see you smile at me. But you wrote a whole-ass book for me, and it's good, I mean obviously, but... it's hot as hell, too? You did that for me?

[yumenope]

( celebrate? )

Of course I did. ( there’s a twist of a smile and he sighs loudly, dramatically. )

You ought to know that writers tend to dedicate works of theirs as a show of appreciation and love for those in their lives. While we are good with the written word, putting our own gratitude into words is difficult. A story attempts to capture that — that same delight from reading it as gratitude for making an impact on one’s life.

[chronicgambler]

[Dice just stares at him for a moment, half-stupid, half-enamored, all smiles.]

I didn't do anything that special, but I'll still take it. 'cause I love you. And I'll always wanna be your king. Even if I'm pretty sure you're in charge.

[yumenope]

Hmmm. In charge in only certain moments.

( gentaro tosses him a sly look, though it’s not entirely heated. right now, he just feels drunk off the honest vulnerability between them. his hand does climb down dice’s chest, though. )

If you were a King, what would I be? You can’t say thief, that’s copyright.

[chronicgambler]

Maybe you're...

[Dice thinks for a minute, trying to come up with the most elaborate thing he can, all while his eyebrows slant in and his lips work over some ideas. A little hum, even.]

You're the King's best friend! Yeah! You keep the king's head on straight and the king never gets married because he's secretly in love with his best friend, right? They go out and do stuff in disguise so the king can get out of the castle and shit...

[yumenope]

Oh? I encourage your bad habits? How naughty!

( gentaro, please.

he continues combing fingers through dice’s hair, his heart and shoulders so much lighter. now that he’s finally presented dice with that dedication, that glimpse into parts of his soul like never before, he feels closer for it. like this won’t break. this is something permanent between. )