[Not that this was going to be difficult for V, but there's an ease of comfort that takes away the edge of silliness that comes with doing this in a candy-themed room. Maybe that'll help with convincing the spirit of their romantic love? Either way, he isn't inclined to overthink it too much.
He feels warm, too. When Declan drifts his thumb across the top of his hand, V squeezes his fingers gently.]
Helps with the feeling of being hopelessly in love, right? Now then... Shall I go first? Or do you wish to?
[ V, you can’t just say things like that to Declan, whose feelings have been everywhere the past few weeks thanks mostly to you. (And Juniper, though that’s much more easily sorted in his brain.) The blush on his cheeks goes a little darker, and his gaze flits away, almost shyly. ]
[Oh... is Declan being shy again? That's a bit cute; it seems certain traits remain steadfast even after a mana exchange.
So does V's fearlessness when it comes to (fake but necessary) declarations of love. Though this is not a poem, he speaks it with the inflection of a man reciting something flourishing and dear to him:]
Declan, tonight I stand here before you, my heart overflowing with love and admiration. We have been through... so much together- [Have they tho.] -and I cannot believe how far we've come. You are the absolute love of my life, and I am blessed to commit myself to this marriage. Blessed by your ingenuity, your kindness, and your very handsome face. [Help, maybe these vows are not 100 percent serious, but they are at least 80 percent seriously-declared.] But what I am blessed by most is how you have opened up my lonesome heart and changed my life for the better.
Indeed, I am a better man for knowing you. I cannot imagine what I would have been should our paths never have crossed. Together, may we tackle anything that life throws at us. I love you more than even the words the most eloquent poet may put to the page. Still, one can try, and very simply put:
'If a thing loves, it is infinite.' So is my regard for you.
[ It becomes very clear very quickly that Declan was still woefully unprepared for this (fake but necessary) declaration of love. That blush crawls right up his ears and for a very brief moment he considers what it might take to just simply vanish from this plane of reality. The only thing that keeps him anchored is V’s fingers twined around his own, and the thrumming warmth and comfort that accompanies it. (A feeling that he is slowly beginning to associate with V, in general.) ]
I, um. I hardly know what to say.
[ Sure, he thought about it, but what little he came up with feels woefully inadequate. Deep breath. He should have known that V would be a tough act to follow. His eyes drift down to their clasped hands between them. ]
I suppose I’d like to thank you. Your presence has proven invaluable since the moment I met you, and I know that my time here would not be half as entertaining as it has been. [ He breathes out a small laugh. ] I have not your gift for words, but I hope that in spite of that you realize how deeply. Ah. Precious you are to me. And how deeply I… l-love you.
[ HELP HIM. He needs a moment. Another deep breath. ]
So… here I am, your stalwart companion now and forevermore.
[ That better be good enough because that’s all he’s got. ]
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[Oh. Declan may not say he has the same flourishing gift for words as V, but V thinks that there's eloquence in conciseness, too. And the simple statement of how deeply I love you, really does strike him at his core, even despite knowing that this is just for show. But what a show it is.
Perhaps blame the mana exchange flowing through them, leaving them buoyed in a sense of warmth and contentment. But as Declan continues, ending his statement with the use of stalwart companion, even V feels a little flush creeping up to dust his cheekbones.]
That was actually very... touching, my friend.
[Ah, help. He clears his throat, flicking his gaze away only briefly.]
Stalwart companions forevermore. Shall we exchange our rings, then?
[ Declan hasn't really lifted his eyes from looking down at their hands, so he misses the slight color to V's cheeks and the way he glances elsewhere. ]
Thank you.
[ It didn't feel especially touching. But neither does he think that V is humoring him. Finally his gaze flicks up to his friend, and something twists strangely in his chest. ]
[Maybe V is not used to hearing these kind of declarations sent his way, regardless of its intention or sincerity. And maybe he should have thought about this first, taking the mana exchange into account...
But also, maybe, he finds himself not minding it too much. Despite the way his face has faintly flushed.]
In that case...
[With one hand, he holds gently onto Declan's. With the other, he reaches down to pluck his ring from the table and slip it slowly onto Declan's finger.]
[ Declan gives a little nod, swallowing a bit as V slips the ring onto his finger. It's hard to tell if the mana transfer is making this better or worse, with the way that lingering warmth swells behind his ribs.
Gods above, this is an act, but he's very nearly convinced himself that it could be real.
He spends perhaps a moment too long staring at their hands again before he realizes it's his turn to do the whole ring thing. With a bit of an awkward cough he reaches down to take the remaining ring and slide it onto V's finger in turn. ]
[Help is right. There are an awful lot of lingering glances going on here, even on V’s part, whose eyes are rather fixated on the way Declan slips his ring on his finger. He says, without really thinking about it, just an interesting observation that has his chest feeling like it might swell:]
It fits perfectly.
[And though it’s nothing more than coincidence—and he knows this, logically—how can he not interpret it as both of them being finely tuned together for this particular act?
Finally, eyes flicking back up to Declan-]
Well. Can you not guess? I think we are supposed to… kiss, now.
[ V!! Logically, it’s pretty obvious that it would fit. They’re the same kind of slender, right down to their hands. To their fingers, wound tightly around one another. But even knowing that, the observation makes Declan’s ribs suddenly feel like they’re too tight around his lungs, his heart which is now trying to beat its way free.
This is so dangerous. For a man so starved for affection as he has been, it’s all too easy to want to lean into this, but doing so will make it so much more difficult when the charade is over.
He makes the mistake of glancing up and meeting V’s gaze when he brings up the prospect of kissing, and he feels his face flush impossibly deeper.
[It probably is dangerous for both parties, for different reasons... or perhaps not-so-different reasons. V isn’t exactly a man who experienced much affection in his lifetime, either — or Vergil’s, for that matter.
And maybe that’s exactly why he feels compelled to follow this through to the very end. Surely, the kiss is not necessary, not after exchanging vows and rings. But suddenly, he’s curious, he’s compelled and he simply… wants to. To see what happens, and to see how it makes him feel.
No verbal reply, then. Still holding onto Declan’s hand, V takes his advice — and he leans forward, closing his eyes, to catch his lips against his own.]
[ For all Declan knows, the kiss is necessary, but he also can't help but recall V's answers to Juniper's oh-so-subtle post-date survey. How he said he'd wanted to kiss him but lost the nerve. Was there any truth to that at all?
Perhaps Declan will never get the answer to that particular question, because every time it springs to mind, something else swoops in and takes priority. In this case, an actual kiss. No loss of nerves here, if only because V is swift enough not to let Declan get to that point.
Their lips come together with a pulse of warmth that is in part from another point of contact facilitating the mana exchange, but also in part from something else entirely. It's the former that definitely soothes his nerves, though, and he finds himself practically melting into V. This is... nice. ]
[V remains oblivious of his answers to Juni's survey taking up residence in Declan's mind. Maybe if he had known before now, he would have clarified that he had exaggerated those responses mostly for fun. He might have feared making this even more difficult for friend, otherwise.
Of course, now such thoughts are far from his mind. When their lips meet, there's that feeling blooming behind his ribs again: the mana exchange. But something else lays beneath the surface, too, something a little newer than before, and therefore all the more poignant: a strange little ache of wanting. It makes his heart ratchet up its tempo, where no such thing had ever really happened before.
…Oh. Well. That’s dangerous, isn’t it?
It doesn’t need to be a lengthy kiss; in fact, a peck on the lips probably would have sufficed. But Declan isn’t pulling away, and V finds himself in no hurry to, either. Instead, he just leans in, grips his hand a little tighter, and deepens the kiss — just for a bit. It's probably fine.]
[ He has literally no scale for how long these sorts of things should go, but he gets the sense that V seems to be enjoying himself so why not indulge a little? (Because it's dangerous. But it's definitely far too late to heed any sort of warning bells — if there are any. Everything is sort of drowned out by his own heartbeat.)
Eventually, though, the need to breathe makes itself apparent, and Declan finally leans away, eyes slowly fluttering open to look at V. He feels warm all over, and it's so hard to figure out what's a part of the mana exchange and what isn't. ]
V, I... that was...
[ Words are definitely failing him, and his eyes keep flicking to V's mouth. He has no idea how to move on from this. ]
[Declan doesn't pull away immediately, and somehow, it's this singular thought that really makes his heart beat harder against his ribcage. There are no expectations here, of course. He has not forgotten that this is just all for show, their fake marriage vows and their fake exchange of rings. A fake kiss.
But maybe a part of him did forget, and that’s—
What? Frightening? A little exciting?]
Um…
[He utters, very ineloquently as they part.]
My apologies. I shouldn’t have.
[Indulged himself. Declan’s as red as a beet. V’s own face feels warm, probably looking the same. Why did he do that?]
[ They had to, right? For the quest. But as Declan finally lifts his eyes, forcing himself to look at V instead of helplessly staring at his lips, he realizes with a start that if there is anything in this charade he wants to be real... that was it.
The pretty words and the exchanging of rings is one thing. A performance, one that he can accept knowing it might set a lost soul back on its course. But now having pulled away from the kiss, hands still clasped, the part of him that yearns so much for affection yearns for this, too.
What if someone wanted to kiss him? What if V wanted to kiss him? Normally, he would dare not hope, but the feeling of completeness and comfort thrumming through his veins makes it hard not to. ]
That’s not... That’s not exactly the response he expected. He thought it should be obvious, but maybe that was only with the assumption that he’d only have made it more difficult for Declan, more embarrassing, by indulging in that kiss. For stretching out the seconds for as long as they’d last.
V finds himself bringing his fingertips up to graze against his bottom lip, freeing up one hand to do so; an idle gesture as he tries to reply, and the ring on his finger glistens in the light.]
I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable to the point where it was just… cruel.
[Which sounds so inane falling from his lips, now, because this is very much the opposite of cruel-feeling to him. But it’s hard not to think on Declan’s initial embarrassment, or even further back than that, during their candy shop date, where even playing at romance had made the other man uncertain.]
If I cross a line, then you should tell me, Declan.
[ His eyes catch on the movement of V's hand, that little glint as the ring catches the light. Were it not still for their clasped hands, and the feelings pouring into them as a result, the awkwardness of the situation would have probably been too much for Declan to bear. Not cruel, just... uncomfortable.
For now, there's not such thing. A small miracle that means this, whatever it is, isn't halted by him shying away. ]
You haven't. Though perhaps... the real cruelty is that this is all for show.
[ Isn't it? Even with V's rosy cheeks, he doesn't want to assume anything. ]
[The real cruelty is that this is all for show. Declan is full of replies that he is not prepared for, ones that send his mind whirring, diving into alternate meanings and implications so that he does not interpret them wrong. But... there isn't much to ferret out. The meaning is clear.
Isn't it?
Ah, he clears his throat. Suddenly all of his words have flown from his mind, which is quite a feat, considering how much he likes to weave them into flourishing statements. Instead, he drops his hand, looking at Declan with a small bit of bafflement and a large bit of wonder.]
I... [Come on, now. Speak.] I think, after all we have done together thus far, I can't help but... agree.
[The truth comes easier for him than it would if he were, say, whole. But that doesn't mean he really knows how to move forward with any of this; if there's anything to move forward with at all. He just knows, standing here in this ridiculous room, that-]
And I'm inclined to believe that it doesn't all have to be for show. Right?
[ There it is again, that small flicker of hope. Perhaps the most dangerous thing of all, knowing he's willing to — and wants to, even — give himself to this in some manner. Wants whatever small pieces of genuine affection that he can get to see where they might take him.
Wide, violet eyes search V's face while he muddles through. (Perhaps later, he'll take robbing V of his eloquence as some sort of achievement.) His pulse is flying, heart beating like the wings of Juni's butterflies, in anticipation and nervousness. Some part of him braces for rejection. It always does.
It doesn't all have to be for show. Right?
Oh. Oh gods. He feels lightheaded suddenly. Giddy. Is this going where he thinks it's going? ]
[V’s eyes are searching Declan’s face with mirrored anticipation, swallowing hard somewhere in-between replies. But the confirmation hits him nearly the same way, too, and his heart feels like it might jump all the way up his throat, once more putting a stopper on any and all eloquence.
Not that being eloquent is high on his priority list right now. In fact, it’s a blessing that he’s at all comprehensible.]
I— I see. [See? Very eloquent. A true flicker of something that feels like excitement rushes through him, tightening around his chest in a way that he finds… surprisingly pleasurable.]
Then…
[With their still-linked hands, he gently tugs Declan just a tad bit closer. Inexperience be damned; these are the moments that poets write about, right? He can overthink it later. Maybe he simply does not wish to think at all right now.
Finally, his lips twitch upwards, despite the flush across every plane of his face.]
[ There probably won't be much poetry written about this moment, halting and awkward as they both are, but that's okay. It will stick in Declan's memory, regardless, even if he didn't have the uncanny ability to remember damn near everything that he lays eyes on.
V is so red, and so is he, from the tips of his ears all across his face. They're both searching, both wanting, and both terribly unsure of how to ask for it, dancing around the subject until...
Kiss me again. And Declan does, surging forward eagerly — perhaps too eagerly — to claim V's lips. The longer this has gone on, the more he's realized that he wants this. He wants it so much it hurts. Please. Please, please, please let V want the same. ]
[Oh, Declan. He's already decided that he wants the same; he's only done this much to win a second kiss from him, if not for the sake of confirming, then simply for the sake of being a little selfish. He can do that, right? Be a little selfish?
Because the second time around is just as potent as the first. He even brings his hand up to press at the small of Declan's back, as though to keep him close, as their lips come together once more. The surge of mana between them heightens once again, but somehow, even that is lacking to the giddy satisfaction he experiences wholly unrelated to the it.
Whenever they pull away to breathe, V's smiling. A little delirious from all of it.]
Oh, I'm certain now. Putting on a show is nice, but the real thing is much better.
[ Declan can't help but be keenly aware of V's every move. The way his mouth moves against Declan's own, or the hand at the small of his back. It all comes together in perfect harmony to make his heart flutter, to make him feel a little dizzy with glee.
When they do part, V's expression is mirrored in Declan as well. A wide, delirious sort of smile, splitting between rosy cheeks that perhaps feel a touch too warm. ]
It seems that... we're in agreement, then. Perhaps, ah, perhaps Juniper was onto something when she set us up on that date.
[ And perhaps the implication here is that there should be more dates. Real ones, this time. ]
[This is really happening, isn't it? Uncharted territory for them both, in which they might both stumble in their unique ways, but V cannot help but see it as exciting. Something new. Declan did promise to be his stalwart companion, didn't he? He just never expected to be quite like this.
He'll not complain one bit.
Having pulled away, his smile is far from leaving his face.]
Maybe she was. We should let her know that sometime soon, shouldn't we?
[He huffs out a humored noise.]
And perhaps she can suggest a location for a second one. A date, I mean.
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[Not that this was going to be difficult for V, but there's an ease of comfort that takes away the edge of silliness that comes with doing this in a candy-themed room. Maybe that'll help with convincing the spirit of their romantic love? Either way, he isn't inclined to overthink it too much.
He feels warm, too. When Declan drifts his thumb across the top of his hand, V squeezes his fingers gently.]
Helps with the feeling of being hopelessly in love, right? Now then... Shall I go first? Or do you wish to?
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… You can go first. If you don’t mind.
[ HELP. ]
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[Oh... is Declan being shy again? That's a bit cute; it seems certain traits remain steadfast even after a mana exchange.
So does V's fearlessness when it comes to (fake but necessary) declarations of love. Though this is not a poem, he speaks it with the inflection of a man reciting something flourishing and dear to him:]
Declan, tonight I stand here before you, my heart overflowing with love and admiration. We have been through... so much together- [Have they tho.] -and I cannot believe how far we've come. You are the absolute love of my life, and I am blessed to commit myself to this marriage. Blessed by your ingenuity, your kindness, and your very handsome face. [Help, maybe these vows are not 100 percent serious, but they are at least 80 percent seriously-declared.] But what I am blessed by most is how you have opened up my lonesome heart and changed my life for the better.
Indeed, I am a better man for knowing you. I cannot imagine what I would have been should our paths never have crossed. Together, may we tackle anything that life throws at us. I love you more than even the words the most eloquent poet may put to the page. Still, one can try, and very simply put:
'If a thing loves, it is infinite.' So is my regard for you.
[how's that]
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I, um. I hardly know what to say.
[ Sure, he thought about it, but what little he came up with feels woefully inadequate. Deep breath. He should have known that V would be a tough act to follow. His eyes drift down to their clasped hands between them. ]
I suppose I’d like to thank you. Your presence has proven invaluable since the moment I met you, and I know that my time here would not be half as entertaining as it has been. [ He breathes out a small laugh. ] I have not your gift for words, but I hope that in spite of that you realize how deeply. Ah. Precious you are to me. And how deeply I… l-love you.
[ HELP HIM. He needs a moment. Another deep breath. ]
So… here I am, your stalwart companion now and forevermore.
[ That better be good enough because that’s all he’s got. ]
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Perhaps blame the mana exchange flowing through them, leaving them buoyed in a sense of warmth and contentment. But as Declan continues, ending his statement with the use of stalwart companion, even V feels a little flush creeping up to dust his cheekbones.]
That was actually very... touching, my friend.
[Ah, help. He clears his throat, flicking his gaze away only briefly.]
Stalwart companions forevermore. Shall we exchange our rings, then?
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Thank you.
[ It didn't feel especially touching. But neither does he think that V is humoring him. Finally his gaze flicks up to his friend, and something twists strangely in his chest. ]
I— yes. We... we should.
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But also, maybe, he finds himself not minding it too much. Despite the way his face has faintly flushed.]
In that case...
[With one hand, he holds gently onto Declan's. With the other, he reaches down to pluck his ring from the table and slip it slowly onto Declan's finger.]
Proof of our vows which bind us together.
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Gods above, this is an act, but he's very nearly convinced himself that it could be real.
He spends perhaps a moment too long staring at their hands again before he realizes it's his turn to do the whole ring thing. With a bit of an awkward cough he reaches down to take the remaining ring and slide it onto V's finger in turn. ]
R-right. Proof of our vows.
[ Help. ]
What now?
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It fits perfectly.
[And though it’s nothing more than coincidence—and he knows this, logically—how can he not interpret it as both of them being finely tuned together for this particular act?
Finally, eyes flicking back up to Declan-]
Well. Can you not guess? I think we are supposed to… kiss, now.
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This is so dangerous. For a man so starved for affection as he has been, it’s all too easy to want to lean into this, but doing so will make it so much more difficult when the charade is over.
He makes the mistake of glancing up and meeting V’s gaze when he brings up the prospect of kissing, and he feels his face flush impossibly deeper.
This is so, so dangerous. ]
… Then you’d better do it before I lose my nerve.
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And maybe that’s exactly why he feels compelled to follow this through to the very end. Surely, the kiss is not necessary, not after exchanging vows and rings. But suddenly, he’s curious, he’s compelled and he simply… wants to. To see what happens, and to see how it makes him feel.
No verbal reply, then. Still holding onto Declan’s hand, V takes his advice — and he leans forward, closing his eyes, to catch his lips against his own.]
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Perhaps Declan will never get the answer to that particular question, because every time it springs to mind, something else swoops in and takes priority. In this case, an actual kiss. No loss of nerves here, if only because V is swift enough not to let Declan get to that point.
Their lips come together with a pulse of warmth that is in part from another point of contact facilitating the mana exchange, but also in part from something else entirely. It's the former that definitely soothes his nerves, though, and he finds himself practically melting into V. This is... nice. ]
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Of course, now such thoughts are far from his mind. When their lips meet, there's that feeling blooming behind his ribs again: the mana exchange. But something else lays beneath the surface, too, something a little newer than before, and therefore all the more poignant: a strange little ache of wanting. It makes his heart ratchet up its tempo, where no such thing had ever really happened before.
…Oh. Well. That’s dangerous, isn’t it?
It doesn’t need to be a lengthy kiss; in fact, a peck on the lips probably would have sufficed. But Declan isn’t pulling away, and V finds himself in no hurry to, either. Instead, he just leans in, grips his hand a little tighter, and deepens the kiss — just for a bit. It's probably fine.]
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Eventually, though, the need to breathe makes itself apparent, and Declan finally leans away, eyes slowly fluttering open to look at V. He feels warm all over, and it's so hard to figure out what's a part of the mana exchange and what isn't. ]
V, I... that was...
[ Words are definitely failing him, and his eyes keep flicking to V's mouth. He has no idea how to move on from this. ]
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But maybe a part of him did forget, and that’s—
What? Frightening? A little exciting?]
Um…
[He utters, very ineloquently as they part.]
My apologies. I shouldn’t have.
[Indulged himself. Declan’s as red as a beet. V’s own face feels warm, probably looking the same. Why did he do that?]
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[ They had to, right? For the quest. But as Declan finally lifts his eyes, forcing himself to look at V instead of helplessly staring at his lips, he realizes with a start that if there is anything in this charade he wants to be real... that was it.
The pretty words and the exchanging of rings is one thing. A performance, one that he can accept knowing it might set a lost soul back on its course. But now having pulled away from the kiss, hands still clasped, the part of him that yearns so much for affection yearns for this, too.
What if someone wanted to kiss him? What if V wanted to kiss him? Normally, he would dare not hope, but the feeling of completeness and comfort thrumming through his veins makes it hard not to. ]
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That’s not... That’s not exactly the response he expected. He thought it should be obvious, but maybe that was only with the assumption that he’d only have made it more difficult for Declan, more embarrassing, by indulging in that kiss. For stretching out the seconds for as long as they’d last.
V finds himself bringing his fingertips up to graze against his bottom lip, freeing up one hand to do so; an idle gesture as he tries to reply, and the ring on his finger glistens in the light.]
I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable to the point where it was just… cruel.
[Which sounds so inane falling from his lips, now, because this is very much the opposite of cruel-feeling to him. But it’s hard not to think on Declan’s initial embarrassment, or even further back than that, during their candy shop date, where even playing at romance had made the other man uncertain.]
If I cross a line, then you should tell me, Declan.
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For now, there's not such thing. A small miracle that means this, whatever it is, isn't halted by him shying away. ]
You haven't. Though perhaps... the real cruelty is that this is all for show.
[ Isn't it? Even with V's rosy cheeks, he doesn't want to assume anything. ]
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Isn't it?
Ah, he clears his throat. Suddenly all of his words have flown from his mind, which is quite a feat, considering how much he likes to weave them into flourishing statements. Instead, he drops his hand, looking at Declan with a small bit of bafflement and a large bit of wonder.]
I... [Come on, now. Speak.] I think, after all we have done together thus far, I can't help but... agree.
[The truth comes easier for him than it would if he were, say, whole. But that doesn't mean he really knows how to move forward with any of this; if there's anything to move forward with at all. He just knows, standing here in this ridiculous room, that-]
And I'm inclined to believe that it doesn't all have to be for show. Right?
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Wide, violet eyes search V's face while he muddles through. (Perhaps later, he'll take robbing V of his eloquence as some sort of achievement.) His pulse is flying, heart beating like the wings of Juni's butterflies, in anticipation and nervousness. Some part of him braces for rejection. It always does.
It doesn't all have to be for show. Right?
Oh. Oh gods. He feels lightheaded suddenly. Giddy. Is this going where he thinks it's going? ]
I'd... I'd prefer if it wasn't. All for show.
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Not that being eloquent is high on his priority list right now. In fact, it’s a blessing that he’s at all comprehensible.]
I— I see. [See? Very eloquent. A true flicker of something that feels like excitement rushes through him, tightening around his chest in a way that he finds… surprisingly pleasurable.]
Then…
[With their still-linked hands, he gently tugs Declan just a tad bit closer. Inexperience be damned; these are the moments that poets write about, right? He can overthink it later. Maybe he simply does not wish to think at all right now.
Finally, his lips twitch upwards, despite the flush across every plane of his face.]
Kiss me again. So we can be sure.
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V is so red, and so is he, from the tips of his ears all across his face. They're both searching, both wanting, and both terribly unsure of how to ask for it, dancing around the subject until...
Kiss me again. And Declan does, surging forward eagerly — perhaps too eagerly — to claim V's lips. The longer this has gone on, the more he's realized that he wants this. He wants it so much it hurts. Please. Please, please, please let V want the same. ]
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Because the second time around is just as potent as the first. He even brings his hand up to press at the small of Declan's back, as though to keep him close, as their lips come together once more. The surge of mana between them heightens once again, but somehow, even that is lacking to the giddy satisfaction he experiences wholly unrelated to the it.
Whenever they pull away to breathe, V's smiling. A little delirious from all of it.]
Oh, I'm certain now. Putting on a show is nice, but the real thing is much better.
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When they do part, V's expression is mirrored in Declan as well. A wide, delirious sort of smile, splitting between rosy cheeks that perhaps feel a touch too warm. ]
It seems that... we're in agreement, then. Perhaps, ah, perhaps Juniper was onto something when she set us up on that date.
[ And perhaps the implication here is that there should be more dates. Real ones, this time. ]
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He'll not complain one bit.
Having pulled away, his smile is far from leaving his face.]
Maybe she was. We should let her know that sometime soon, shouldn't we?
[He huffs out a humored noise.]
And perhaps she can suggest a location for a second one. A date, I mean.
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