★★★★★ week 7. thursday. mizuki.

[haw]

[ the weeks have come and gone, the thirteen gods bringing with them many different locations reminiscent of home to the temple during their host weeks... but none of those locales have been nearly as memorable to majima as the simple parlor on the second floor, and not just because it was the very first place he'd visited once the participants had been set loose and he suddenly found himself in desperate need of a stiff drink. funny how things work like that sometimes.

he holds mizuki's hand as he leads them into the room, wrinkling his nose at the smell of roses that hit them almost immediately upon entry. it, unsurprisingly, looks the same as ever, with the exception of that week havoc had been wreaked inside. ]

Ya know, I've been wonderin' how ya managed to fall asleep here before ya started shackin' up with me.

[ as usual, there's a teasing lilt to his voice as he nudges them gently in the ribs. ]

Comments

[haw]

[ the more he thinks about it, the more he thinks that maybe there isn't anything to say, when they've already taken care of the most important things. why waste the limited time they have trying to find words for things they already know, especially after even mizuki has (lovingly) called him an idiot point-blank?

so, he walks over to the other side of the bar, takes mizuki by the shoulders, and kisses them. the loose grip he has on them slowly turns into him draping his arms over their shoulders, then into a warm, tender embrace.

this... really is love. even a moron like him knows it. ]

[digestif]

[ this time, they're entirely prepared for what he's going to do; they stand on tiptoe meet his kiss halfway, happily, relaxing into his embrace as their arms wrap around his back. Yes, happily - they're happy, if only for this moment. They know this is all going to come tumbling down in a few days, and it's going to hurt like hell when they wake up in Arcadia with no one but Akase for support while they gear up to take on another "god." But that's in a few days. "Better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all" - that's how the saying goes, and they hope dearly that it's true, because losing this is going to be horrible. They've already had to deal with one person they love vanishing from their life; the pain is nothing they're eager to experience again.

Even knowing that, they hold him tightly, and they let themself sink into the warmth of his affection. In a few days. This is now - now they have him and his lame jokes and big heart and strong arms, and they want to savor that. Majima deserved to hear them say it back to him, for all the waiting he's done. And just because it's stupid for them to feel that way doesn't mean it's not true. ]

Hey... I think you're rubbing off on me, [ they murmur with a laugh when the kiss ends and they rest their chin contentedly on his shoulder. ] Somehow, I feel like I've been super cheesy recently. Your cool impression of me is going to be totally ruined.

[haw]

[ they're so warm, so present, so real pressed this close against his lips. his only wish—a transient one, not the one he's planning on ending the game with, of course—is that they could've let their walls down earlier, so that he could've had more time like this with them... but, ah, then all of the things that led the two of them up to now wouldn't have had as much impact, would they?

. . .

time and hindsight are dumb like that, so he probably shouldn't put much stock into them.

he raises a hand to tuck their head closer when they drift from his mouth, nestling them further into the crook of his neck. and, because he'd rather die before he stopped being over the top, he slides his other hand under their legs and hoists them into his arms. he doesn't sweep them off their feet for long; he simply carries them back around the bar to the stool he'd been sitting on just a few moments ago, and sets them upon his lap. ]

I always thought ya could do with a lil' less serious an' a lil' more silly.

[digestif]

[ oh, here he goes again. On one hand, it feels mildly humiliating to be carried around like this - they don't like being put in vulnerable positions - but, on the other hand, it's just Majima. They've already been about as vulnerable as possible in front of him. Mizuki sighs in exasperated amusement as they're picked up once more, and settles against his chest when he takes a seat with them.

... Maybe it's okay to be weak once in a while. As long as they don't get used to it. (Not that they have time to, anyway.) ]

Ha ha. This place is forcing me to be more serious than usual, that's all. If you saw me while I was off the clock, you'd be surprised.