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[ Mizuki is about to quell his worries, but then he's going and doing his best to wax poetic for him and it's… sweet. It's Ebalon. This is all very new to Mizuki, too (Venti aside) (He does not count) (They're both idiots together), aside from any experience from his romance mangas or otomes. But maybe that's enough. Maybe that's where all his sappy, romantic bullshit comes from? Maybe he's so mushy because he really connected with those dumb protagonists? So it's hard to see this from Ebalon's perspective, but maybe that's okay. Maybe it's exciting to explore something new with him.

As always, tone and expression don't really convey much to Mizuki, but touch… touch does. While he doesn't complain about being held tighter, it tells him a very clear "He's bothered." In response, tendrils coil around him in some attempt to hold them closer, as if between gravity and Ebalon's own clinginess doesn't literally have them as close as they can be, as it's his turn to comb his fingers through Ebalon's hair. ]

Dantalion. [ His voice is soft, saccharine, and something he hopes is comforting. ] Did I worry you with that? You mistook amusement for offense. You told me that you really felt like you could be yourself around me when you first showed me this place, remember? That is the Dantalion I've been falling for. I don't want you to feel like you suddenly have to stop doing that because we're in love now.

[ Mizuki carefully rubs his nose against Ebalon's — little Eskimo kisses. ]

I love you. I'm not an expert on how to be in love myself, but we can both figure that out. And I get to tease you when you say something silly just as much as you get to tease me when I get all... y'know. [ Bashful. ] It's just the trade-off you signed up for~. Ehehe.

[ A tiny kiss. ]

And just like I'll remind you that I'm yours, I'll remind you that I always love you. This you. Everything you've shown me, I love.

Edited 2022-06-01 09:23 (UTC)

[Ugh he's so soft for this jellyfish.

Yes, of course, he's also being ridiculous (this is to be expected of him) (this will continue). Is he nervous? Is this... nervousness? Is this allowed, can he experience this emotion? What the fuck.

Ebalon breathes a little sigh. A stupid little sigh to go with all of his stupid little emotions. Maybe life would be easier for him if he didn't have feelings but they're his now and he's keeping them. He wouldn't have to worry about making an ass of himself in front of the one person he wants to keep forever otherwise, but... Mizuki seems to be fond of this? For what it's worth. Which is a lot, actually.

Anyway, if they were any closer somehow, they'd be engaging in that "oneness" thing that Mizuki is often on about. The tendrils are a welcome guest as ever, though.]

It seems I have a lot to learn about confidence from you. [Normally he has too much confidence. This would, in theory, knock him down a peg. It does not. But the sentiment is there.] Give me your hand for a moment.

[Because Ebalon currently cannot Words Goodly, he's going to instead take whichever hand Mizuki offers and/or steal the hand for himself and very softly kiss each fingertip before trailing his lips to Mizuki's palm. If touch is Mizuki's love language, let this be Ebalon's "I love you, too".]

Edited (i can't type shh) 2022-06-01 18:13 (UTC)

[ Mizuki is also soft for Ebalon. It’s exactly why he’s stuck with this dumb jellyfish. It seems they’re both agreeable on the stickening though, so stuck they’ll remain.

Right where Ebalon’s neck meets his shoulder is where Mizuki’s face settles, nuzzling against him at his sigh. It isn’t like he can tell Ebalon he’s been watching him even during their “break,” but of course he was endeared by his research mode. Of course he loves his silly, oblivious explanations. If this truly is a new experience for him, why wouldn’t Mizuki be endeared that he’s trying so hard to relate it to things he better understands? Mizuki is quite literally smitten with this loser, after all. ]

Ehe… this is just day one, Dantalion. When this feels more natural for you, you’ll not have these worries. But have confidence that I mean what I say when I tell you that you mean so much to me. And be kind to my heart, love, because you have all of it.

[ In fact, it still being day one probably means he should put a break on the intense shit, but he’s already wrote “leave me deaf, dumb, blind” in a poem to Ebalon, so they’re like… way past that point now.

He does give his hand over when asked. There’s a very apparent shiver at his kisses, and Mizuki sighs against his neck. He’s sweet. Mizuki doesn’t want to let him go. That’s fine, right? He can stay like this? They can do this forever? He does take his kisses, and perhaps in some ways they’re an “I love you, too,” but to Mizuki, it’s a little more. Like each kiss means this is mine. You can’t leave me. You’re mine and I’m not letting go, either. Maybe that’s projecting, though? He doesn’t want it to be. ]

You’re mine, too.

[The intense shit with these two was a thing before they made it official, what is this. Why would they stop? This is only going to up the heat in the kiln.]

My, I would hope so. I don't think I've ever belonged to anyone before — it's a refreshing change of pace.

[There's something romantic (possessive) about belonging to each other, mutually, and Ebalon rather enjoys the thought. More kisses for Mizuki's hand, then — he didn't get the knuckles or the back of it on the first go-around. Nor did he manage to get Mizuki's wrist...

The next time he speaks, it's with his lips still on said wrist, fingers still clasped around Mizuki's hand to hold it in place.]

You'll promise to say something if I go too far, won't you?

[He's remembering the accidental neck-touching and to be frank, he doesn't want to repeat something like that. Scaring Mizuki is, in fact, the polar opposite of what he wants.]

[ Mizuki’s shivers only stop once he melts into Ebalon with an adoring sigh. Not literally, of course. Bones(?) still apparent. But he is beyond relaxed now, mostly limp aside from the few times he’d twist his hand or curl his fingers to make it easier on Ebalon.

His light does dim a little, but not because he’s not enjoying this or less loving. Simply because he’s so at ease currently that his emotional highs have settled. Not that Mizuki thinks so, himself. He doesn’t know what it feels like to drown — couldn’t begin to fathom it, either. However, he thinks he might be drowning in this love now. He’s fine with it.

Mizuki simply nods a bit at Ebalon’s question, reaching his free hand lazily over to play with some of his hair. The neck touches before only startled him because he wasn’t expecting it. He did tell Ebalon before if he braces himself it’ll be fine, and Mizuki wants to believe it will be. ]

[A nod is a fair answer. Since it's a yes, then, Ebalon's little kisses continue — from Mizuki's wrist to the parts of his forearm that he can reach at this angle, and when he can't go further than that he skips to Mizuki's shoulder, craning his neck just a bit to reach. It's a slower kiss than the others, a touch lazier too, and then Ebalon purposely skips kissing Mizuki's neck and instead peppers languid kisses to his jawline.]

You seem relaxed. I take it this is good?

[He's like a little nightlight. Adorable.]

[ How is he supposed to nod again if you're going to kiss his jaw like that? He's too relaxed to be coherent right now, Ebalon. Well, relaxed and maybe a bit lovedrunk. With the emotional runaround he had today, he's certainly deserved to be a limp jellyfish just for a little while, right? Ebalon's concern for Mizuki's comfort is very sweet, though. And maybe just how literally any relationship needs to be. These are some really low bars Ebalon needs to hit to make Mizuki melt, actually. ]

It is. I... [ He just needs to say yes. There doesn't need to be any fanfare or anything that might make Mizuki seem like a fool or say something idiotic- ] I've been thinking about kissing you for some time. When you'd kissed my cheek, I had wanted to take more, somehow. Now that I'm getting so many, it's... [ Dizzying. Intoxicating. Buzzing around in his head and not letting him focus on anything else. ] ...nice.

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