[ 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.
Probably. She’ll throw a fit if we keep it from her.
[ And it only seems right that he shares this joy with her – this moment that she unwittingly helped facilitate. (That, and he should probably also make sure she doesn’t try to set him up on any dates with anyone else.)
His smile hitches wider, something he would have thought impossible, but there it is. This is new and unknown for the both of them, but hasn’t Declan always said how he thrives on learning? On discovery? And the idea of having someone by his side to discover with is so… it’s more than he could have ever hoped for. ]
I’d like that. A second date. Or a, um, a real first date.
[ Whatever vague nervousness Declan might have felt underneath all this happiness and warmth unwinds itself when V admits his newness to this whole dating thing. He’s so eloquent, so prone to grand gestures and more or less going with the flow that Declan would never have guessed that they’re similarly inexperienced. ]
I guess that makes two of us.
[ Only now does he suddenly remember the whole reason they’re here, and he casts around the room, as if the signs of their success would be readily apparent. ]
Do you suppose we did enough? For the ghosts, I mean.
[ They did just agree to be boyfriends in the middle of their fake marriage so surely that would do it. ]
If our fake wedding vows leading to declarations of true affections aren't enough to please these spirits, then I honestly think they're a lost cause.
[(Have no doubt said spirits are indeed satisfied and probably only haven't moved on because they want to popcorn this shit out of this. 🍿]
So... I think our job is done here. [Still, he feels giddy. He wonders how long that'll last, blooming in his chest.] Though we don't have to leave just yet, unless the candy has become too much of an eyesore for you, Declan.
[ Thank you for your support, ghost friends. If he knew, he’d be embarrassed, but as he does not, he just laughs as well. The words “true affection” make him feel light all over again, like he’s somehow cast Levitate on himself without realizing it.
No, his feet do remain planted firmly on the floor, despite how much he might feel otherwise.
He wrinkles his nose a little, but it’s undone by the way he just cannot stop smiling. ]
I had admittedly forgotten all about the decor until you mentioned it.
[ Amazing how quickly his entire world narrowed to just V and stayed there. He gives V’s hand a little squeeze. ]
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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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[ And it only seems right that he shares this joy with her – this moment that she unwittingly helped facilitate. (That, and he should probably also make sure she doesn’t try to set him up on any dates with anyone else.)
His smile hitches wider, something he would have thought impossible, but there it is. This is new and unknown for the both of them, but hasn’t Declan always said how he thrives on learning? On discovery? And the idea of having someone by his side to discover with is so… it’s more than he could have ever hoped for. ]
I’d like that. A second date. Or a, um, a real first date.
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V's smile widens, too, and he raises their linked hands just because he can, giving Declan's a squeeze.]
A real first date. I like the sound of that. My first first date ever.
[In case there was any doubt as to how greenhorn they both are to this.]
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I guess that makes two of us.
[ Only now does he suddenly remember the whole reason they’re here, and he casts around the room, as if the signs of their success would be readily apparent. ]
Do you suppose we did enough? For the ghosts, I mean.
[ They did just agree to be boyfriends in the middle of their fake marriage so surely that would do it. ]
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If our fake wedding vows leading to declarations of true affections aren't enough to please these spirits, then I honestly think they're a lost cause.
[(Have no doubt said spirits are indeed satisfied and probably only haven't moved on because they want to popcorn this shit out of this. 🍿]
So... I think our job is done here. [Still, he feels giddy. He wonders how long that'll last, blooming in his chest.] Though we don't have to leave just yet, unless the candy has become too much of an eyesore for you, Declan.
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No, his feet do remain planted firmly on the floor, despite how much he might feel otherwise.
He wrinkles his nose a little, but it’s undone by the way he just cannot stop smiling. ]
I had admittedly forgotten all about the decor until you mentioned it.
[ Amazing how quickly his entire world narrowed to just V and stayed there. He gives V’s hand a little squeeze. ]
Let’s get out of here, shall we?