chronicgambler | IC INBOX for Prisma

( given that dice’s job tends to lend itself to late nights, only increased in length by their bedroom activities and tendency to lay awake and talk about everything and nothing all at once, it’s not unusual that they sleep in most mornings. it’s been a habit and one that gentaro can’t quite find issue with. it’s a bad habit, sure, but it’s something warm, something theirs, and most of all, it’s with dice.

today is different, though. when he naturally stirs around six in the morning, he carefully maneuvers himself out of bed. like a zombie, dressed in a robe and with light marks of purple and red on his neck and back, he glides into the kitchen to, as quietly as possible, try and make chocolate. he had written down a recipe the other day and had managed to buy the ingredients. now he just needed to execute on it. somehow.

which means slaving over a hot stove and staring blankly at little chocolate molds he purchased — they’re supposed to be cranes but he isn’t sure it’ll be noticeable once the chocolate sets.

he’s so god damn tired, though. he better not burn this like the jelly fish. )

[The feeling of having nothing to wrap his arms around when he turns over is what wakes Dice. It's rare that Gentaro doesn't stay in bed with him to laze around and be lovely in the morning, but he imagines he got some kind of stroke of creativity going or something and had to go write.

It's six thirty at that point, and he slides into some loose lounge pants before heading for the living room, where he supposes Gentaro is.]

'morning...

( gentaro had just finished trying to pour the chocolates into the molds when he hears dice. slowly, with bags under his eyes, he glances up and over. )

Good morning, love.

( he mumbles and wipes the sweat from his brow. )

[Dice is still blinking awake, but something smells good. He wanders into the kitchen and puts his chin on Gentaro's shoulder, eyes hardly open at all, before sliding an arm around his boyfriend's waist.]

It's so early...

[A happy sigh leaves him. This is honestly the fucking life. He loves this man, loves being with him, hates mornings but will make an exception for today.]

's cookin'?

( gentaro pauses, setting the bowl down back on the counter. dice’s heat is delicious and the urge to go back to bed is mounting. for now his eyes slip shut. )

It’s a surprise. But now I’m afraid you’ve ruined it.

( with a dramatic sigh, he tips his head to the side, twisting it so he brush his lips to dice’s cheek closest to him. )

I’m not used to you being among the living at this hour.

A surprise?

[The other arm slides around Gentaro's waist, too, and he holds him close, smiling at the kiss.]

I couldn't go back to sleep without you. 's boring.

( he loves this idiot so much. affection and physical contact is just so automatic. )

I’ll be done soon. Then, we can go back to bed as long as you’d like.

( a compromise. he’s learned to like sleeping in because of dice. )

I wanna sleep all morning...

[This man. Is not awake. Not really. He's probably going to be thoroughly surprised later when he sees the chocolates because he won't remember this. Nuzzling at Gentaro's shoulder, he stifles a yawn on his robe.]

I wanna cuddle...

[He admits it.]

( his heart skips a beat. a literal beat. an unfiltered smile crosses his lips and he’s mindful to ensure that the oven and the stove are both off before he turns fully in dice’s arms to essentially nuzzle up against the man’s cheek. )

Let’s go back to bed, then. You don’t even have to carry me then.

( he kisses his jaw, his ear. )

I love you, my muse. ( softer, softer than ever before. )

[Dice nuzzles right back, catlike, a sleepy smile coming to his face.]

...Love you, too.

[Humming quietly, he presses his forehead to Gentaro's cheek.]

I wanna have a muse. Can I have one?

That depends. What would you like one for?

( very delicately, gentaro maneuvers himself so he can curl an arm around dice to start guiding him back to their bed. )

For your music, perhaps?

For my music... Mm, sounds good.

[If he were more awake, he'd admit to falling short of creating music, to simply be gifted at mixing, but... Right now, inspiration sounds nice. And so does bed. And Gentaro.

He's practically draped on him.]

You wanna be my muse?

Is it possible to be each other’s muse?

( it’s a hypothetical. an honest honest. he lifts a brow but then laughs, still moving back towards the bedroom. )

Just kidding. You know I don’t prescribe to the norm. I’m happy to be your muse, if you’d like.

( he smiles, soft, still tired as he takes dice’s cheek into his hand when they’re in the doorway to the bedroom. ) If bringing a spark into your life is something I can do, I’m glad to do it.

You do. Every day.

[He smiles back, nuzzling Gentaro's palm before pressing his lips to it.]

'd be dead if you weren't around. I'm just stupid like that.

Nonsense. You were doing quite well — at least in the breathing department — before we met.

( such a jerk!!! but he moves to kiss his throat until he drops a warm, open mouthed one against dice’s addicting lips. )

I want to be yours in every way.

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Mmm... Don't wanna breathe. Wanna kiss.

[He laughs softly, wrapping his arms around Gentaro and leaning on the door frame.]

I wanna be yours. Everybody else is boring.

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They clearly just don’t know you as well as I do.

( now that’s a statement. he never suspected he’d ever be able to truthfully say that in his life.

he leans even more into the doorframe and sucks in a deep breath between slow kisses. )

Happy Valentine’s Day.

You too, babe.

[Mumbled right against Gentaro's lips.

He's gone. He loves more than he ever thought possible. He wants to be with Gentaro until the end of everything. It's just really hard to explain that. So...]

'm gonna keep you.

( oh god. he’s never wanted to be kept before but here it is, right here. it’s everything he ever fucking wanted and so much more. )

I would hope so. I’m not going anywhere.

( he smiles against their lips and kisses him a bit harder, a bit more desperate to convey just how much he means that.

the old part of him wants to say “it’s my apartment after all~” but instead he says: ) I love you.

Love you.

[Not going anywhere. Dice gets that. He'd hate his life if it didn't have Gentaro in it. He's Gentaro's until the end. Someday he'll have the courage to say it properly. To make it official.]

I mean it. I love you...

( this morning, today, he feels it more than ever. he knows it more than ever that dice loves him and isn’t running away. he wants this to be a part of him forever. )

So sentimental this morning. Where is my Dice? ( a feigned gasp but then he decides to be more serious as he presses their foreheads together. )

I’m yours for always. I mean that in more ways than I can ever think to put into words, pen or not.

Dice's still in bed...

[Stifling a yawn.]

'm gonna make you say 'em. All of 'em. I wanna hear...

[What a silly sappy thing he is this morning.]

...Got a bet on a couple.

[Oh there it is.]

IC INBOX for Prisma

valentine’s day — early morning

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