week four | dates

[marriagebroker]

Get dressed up, go on the town, this is your last week for romance!

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[ordimame]

[. . . heh?]

[the movement is so sudden that Edamura has no choice but to go with it. to be propped up as arms glide around his shoulders, squeezing him impossibly close, face suddenly tucked to chest. from this proximity, he can hear the gentle thrum of Rom's heart beating against his cheek, and any surprised noise that may have threatened to spring to life immediately dies in the back of his throat. whatever he had expected from that simple, easy, completely nonchalant tidbit of honesty. . . it wasn't this]

[. . .]

[. . . though he doesn't mind this. likes it, even. it's a marvel, how impactful such a simple gesture can be. not dissimilar to the effect that gentle thumb roaming across his knuckles had been. is he truly this starved for affection? or is it just--]

[-- no. it's not that he's desperate. it's just the person he's here with]

[another small huff, but Edamura snakes his own arms around Rom's back, linking fingers together at the bottom. his hold is much looser, but no less affectionate as a tiny, breathless laugh tumbles from his lips]

Sure. . . take as many as you want.

. . . sap.

[SAYS THIS GUY!!!]

[phenomerom]

[ Edamura's presence is so warm like this, comforting and solid. 'Just a moment' doesn't feel anywhere near enough. Rom only gives a vague hum in response at first as he noses into the strands of Edamura's hair, trying to write every tactile sensation of this moment into his memories, and it's only after another slow breath, the a second, before he speaks again. ]

... I was nervous you'd change your mind.

[ His voice is a far cry from usual like this. None of his usual showmanship and casual drawn, just a quiet mumble.

Rom squeezes just a little tighter. ]

I'm used to having contingencies for everything. Back-up plans, second options, just in case, no matter what. ... but I didn't want to come up with one for that. For if you changed your mind, even if it would have been a reasonable choice you could have made. Even as you were going up on stage, I couldn't think of anything else.

[ordimame]

[. . . honestly. he can't even be offended. the nature of their work differs, but the fleeting nature of their lives-- the way things change at the drop of a hat, people drifting in and out of their physical spheres, leaving nothing but a wisp of a memory behind-- is. . . similar]

Nah. There was never a chance of that happening.

[even if someone had come up to him after their conversation on the porch and told him-- point blank-- that they knew for certain his show-assigned "perfect match" was someone else. as if to punctuate that point, he glides his palm up Rom's back again, until fingers find fluffy black locks that he can ruffle]

There are lots of reasons for that. But I guess the second most important one is--

[he grins, though his smile stays pressed warmly against the soothing rhythm of Rom's heart]

-- it's one of the first choices I've ever gotten to make on my own terms. With no one pushing me in one direction or another.

[not even Ringo's math]

. . . so it was pretty nice of you to let me have it.

[that's the second most important reason. the most important one is, of course, what he feels deep in the recesses of his own heart]