[ Time is growing short on their time in this world and this adventure, so he doesn't want to waste a moment of it. Something in the last week shifted. The death is tragic, unnecessary, but he knows he'll see them again.
He knows the future can be changed, that they're not bound by this death game. This hope burns deep in his chest for a bright future and these friends he's made here are part of what keeps that kindling... especially the man he pulls close in his arms. No, this man is the one that actually stokes the fire, feeding it the fuel he needs to burn brighter, hotter, warmer.
He follows along with him. Even if he doesn't have the graceful elegance of his partner, it's fine. He makes up for it in his dedication to following him. Each dance will make him find that pace easier, so there's an unspoken promise of more dances in the future. A future he hopes for with every bit of his soul. ]
You, Sholmes, are astonishing... So many talents. I am in awe of you... and I'm so lucky.
[It's fine. Kotetsu may not be the best dancer in the world, but he is to Sholmes. It doesn't matter if he isn't at peak grace. All that matters is that he's following the lead, in his arms, together.]
[If only this happiness could last forever. It's a pleasant dream. And he's had so many moments of happiness just like this one, over and over. It's become so expected to wake up, and see the man's face next to him. To even awake, and be met with pure, honest happiness right away...]
[He says he's lucky, but Sholmes thinks he's the lucky one here. They both are.]
[Lucky in love, lucky in life.]
[He doesn't say anything. He just blushes, pressing his forehead against the other's. What a dream this is.]
[ It's fine if Sholmes doesn't say anything in return. The movements, their enjoyment together, it's enough. He can tell how special this moment is without words and he wouldn't want Sholmes to force himself to speak lies in this very moment, even if he'd be able to read the truth beneath those words.
He thought this would be another week where they would have to find somewhere to stay, work hard to make it happen, but being able to have him at his room every moment? Truly blessed.
Sure, they've spent time with others in the city and enjoyed things, but in the end, they seek one another out like the magnets they are, drawn together by some unknown force since almost the beginning.
It's funny, they met on a rooftop and here they are once again. Sure, the circumstances were quite different, but even back then, there was something oddly comforting being around this man. This path... he doesn't know if he could walk it alone.
So, as Sholmes is fine with him being one step off, following along his best, he enjoys this dance as much as the other man. ]
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[They have the whole rooftop, and time before they sleep. And many more days to come.]
[He shifts into proper position, before pulling them back into a little waltz, light on his feet.]
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He knows the future can be changed, that they're not bound by this death game. This hope burns deep in his chest for a bright future and these friends he's made here are part of what keeps that kindling... especially the man he pulls close in his arms. No, this man is the one that actually stokes the fire, feeding it the fuel he needs to burn brighter, hotter, warmer.
He follows along with him. Even if he doesn't have the graceful elegance of his partner, it's fine. He makes up for it in his dedication to following him. Each dance will make him find that pace easier, so there's an unspoken promise of more dances in the future. A future he hopes for with every bit of his soul. ]
You, Sholmes, are astonishing... So many talents. I am in awe of you... and I'm so lucky.
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[If only this happiness could last forever. It's a pleasant dream. And he's had so many moments of happiness just like this one, over and over. It's become so expected to wake up, and see the man's face next to him. To even awake, and be met with pure, honest happiness right away...]
[He says he's lucky, but Sholmes thinks he's the lucky one here. They both are.]
[Lucky in love, lucky in life.]
[He doesn't say anything. He just blushes, pressing his forehead against the other's. What a dream this is.]
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He thought this would be another week where they would have to find somewhere to stay, work hard to make it happen, but being able to have him at his room every moment? Truly blessed.
Sure, they've spent time with others in the city and enjoyed things, but in the end, they seek one another out like the magnets they are, drawn together by some unknown force since almost the beginning.
It's funny, they met on a rooftop and here they are once again. Sure, the circumstances were quite different, but even back then, there was something oddly comforting being around this man. This path... he doesn't know if he could walk it alone.
So, as Sholmes is fine with him being one step off, following along his best, he enjoys this dance as much as the other man. ]