[ This mere instant seems to become an hour somehow, magically. Distantly, Sorey can feel Mikleo clutching to him, faces so close they could share breaths, if either of them remember to. A blind man could read Sorey’s thoughts right now. He’s thinking about it, and hard -- eyes bouncing from the depths of crystalline violet, down to waiting lips, and back up. He’s been here before, struck by the one-two punch of just how handsome his best friend is, while simultaneously hit by feelings of connection, of emotional attachment to the other. This time, however, there’s a certain sort of ache to just how badly he wants to, and just how close he is to doing it.
In his mind, it’s perfect: They kiss; Mikleo blushes before kissing him back; sparks fly, and so on. It’s quite A Moment -- and perhaps only the beginning of a new journey together. But the Mikleo outside this lovestruck daydream is far more likely to fluster, pull away, maybe even wipe his mouth on his sleeve before looking at Sorey like he has no idea what the fresh hell has gotten into his best friend, pulling a stunt like that. The trip home together would be awkward silences interspersed with the brunette’s repeated apologies. They’d probably even sleep in separate beds that night -- and that, frankly, sounds like the worst punishment.
He likes their unspoken arrangement that they have; likes falling asleep with and waking to Mikleo. He feels lucky in just getting to put an arm around him at night, occasionally nuzzling into his hair, sharing the same blankets and pillows, and wouldn’t dream of doing something to get those privileges revoked.
So then, he should ask. Mikleo deserves being asked, rather than just... blindsided. That’s not right. But, how long will it be before Sorey can summon the courage to say anything akin to “Can I kiss you, Mikleo?”, no one can say.
Here and now, however, he rights them both while looking sheepish and flustered, the heat on his cheeks having fanned all the way out to his ears to redden them, too. ]
[ Sorey stays close - their noses and forehead practically touching one another - and Mikleo finds himself almost lost in those green eyes - those gentle, kind, and bright - green-colored eyes. For a moment, Mikleo can't help but wonder what's going on in Sorey's head - but, at the same time, a part of him almost swears that Sorey might want to --
... No, what was he thinking? Perhaps Sorey's love for romance novels is rubbing off on him. He shouldn't get so carried away like that. Besides, things like that is reserved for couples, aren't they?
Still, when they straighten - Mikleo quickly puts a hand over his face - as though to hide the fact that his face had heated up. ]
... It's alright. [ He look apologetic - even a little torn...? He wonders why, really. For once, he feels as though he can't read Sorey. ] ... Are you alright? Sorey.
F-fine! [ He sputters perhaps a bit too quickly, so he adds, more calmly--] I'm just fine.
[ Good news! Mikleo doesn't look ready to kill him, or even mad at all! But, he's covering his face... Why is that? He's ready to ask, when he notices the color there.
Scratching his cheek then, Sorey sheepishly offers--] It's kinda warm in here, all of a sudden. [ Earnestly: ] You wanna get some fresh air?
But! They wind up outside anyway, and Sorey breathes at least a momentary sigh of relief as the chilly winter air drains some of the heat away from his face, ears, and... well, everywhere, really. ]
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Date: 2018-01-18 05:55 pm (UTC)In his mind, it’s perfect: They kiss; Mikleo blushes before kissing him back; sparks fly, and so on. It’s quite A Moment -- and perhaps only the beginning of a new journey together. But the Mikleo outside this lovestruck daydream is far more likely to fluster, pull away, maybe even wipe his mouth on his sleeve before looking at Sorey like he has no idea what the fresh hell has gotten into his best friend, pulling a stunt like that. The trip home together would be awkward silences interspersed with the brunette’s repeated apologies. They’d probably even sleep in separate beds that night -- and that, frankly, sounds like the worst punishment.
He likes their unspoken arrangement that they have; likes falling asleep with and waking to Mikleo. He feels lucky in just getting to put an arm around him at night, occasionally nuzzling into his hair, sharing the same blankets and pillows, and wouldn’t dream of doing something to get those privileges revoked.
So then, he should ask. Mikleo deserves being asked, rather than just... blindsided. That’s not right. But, how long will it be before Sorey can summon the courage to say anything akin to “Can I kiss you, Mikleo?”, no one can say.
Here and now, however, he rights them both while looking sheepish and flustered, the heat on his cheeks having fanned all the way out to his ears to redden them, too. ]
...Sorry. Guess I got carried away there, huh?
[ Needless to say. ]
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Date: 2018-01-19 03:41 am (UTC)... No, what was he thinking? Perhaps Sorey's love for romance novels is rubbing off on him. He shouldn't get so carried away like that. Besides, things like that is reserved for couples, aren't they?
Still, when they straighten - Mikleo quickly puts a hand over his face - as though to hide the fact that his face had heated up. ]
... It's alright. [ He look apologetic - even a little torn...? He wonders why, really. For once, he feels as though he can't read Sorey. ] ... Are you alright? Sorey.
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Date: 2018-01-21 07:26 pm (UTC)[ Good news! Mikleo doesn't look ready to kill him, or even mad at all! But, he's covering his face... Why is that? He's ready to ask, when he notices the color there.
Scratching his cheek then, Sorey sheepishly offers--] It's kinda warm in here, all of a sudden. [ Earnestly: ] You wanna get some fresh air?
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Date: 2018-01-21 08:07 pm (UTC)... I suppose so. [ He could ask Sorey what was going on if they go outside... ]
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Date: 2018-01-21 08:34 pm (UTC)But! They wind up outside anyway, and Sorey breathes at least a momentary sigh of relief as the chilly winter air drains some of the heat away from his face, ears, and... well, everywhere, really. ]
There! That's better.
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Date: 2018-01-21 08:35 pm (UTC)But, now that they're outside: ]
... Are you alright?
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Date: 2018-01-21 08:38 pm (UTC)[ A beat. ]
Why? Is something wrong?
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Date: 2018-01-21 10:27 pm (UTC)Is something on your mind?
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Date: 2018-01-21 11:17 pm (UTC)I'm not lying, I swear!
[ A considerable pause. ]
...Look, if this is about before, I'm sorry. I--... I wasn't thinking.
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Date: 2018-01-21 11:29 pm (UTC)You do tend to get caught up in the moment. But, if something's on your mind - I don't think I need to tell you at this point that you can tell me.
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Date: 2018-01-21 11:36 pm (UTC)[ Another one of the countless reasons he can't afford to chase Mikleo off by doing something silly and rash that could damage their friendship.
Sorey rubs the back of his neck bashfully before heaving another sigh, and letting his hand fall. ]
...To tell you the truth, even though I know you'd hear me out, I still don't know how to say it.
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Date: 2018-01-22 12:22 am (UTC)I see. ... As long as you aren't bottling things up, then, I suppose it's alright.
[ He seems alright - but Mikleo knows that Sorey tends to keep a lot of things to himself for another person's sake. ]