kaisky.
Sweet relief washes over him, like the first breath of air to his lungs after being underwater. There’s something settling about Chance’s presence that, even after all of these years, and he’s never been able to come even remotely close to replicating it. He doesn’t want to try. Touching like he knows him, like he’ll always know him, Kai reaches up to gently take his face in one of his hands. There’s a certain reverence to be noted here, a reverence like one feels when they are looking across a great expanse, whether it be of sky or sea or land — Kai is a little awestruck, parted lips and the pad of his thumb stroking light over soft skin. “You would?” It’s not a surprise necessarily that this is the response that he receives, but everything still feels so surreal, a startling juxtaposition when contrasted against the way that he grounds him. God, he wants to sleep with him tonight. He wants him on his chest, keeping him tethered. It’s been so many years since he wasn’t afraid he’d float away. “I thought I’d never ask, too.” Perhaps a bit too somber for the teasing mood, but he can’t help how the words seem to pull from his chest the way that they do, almost getting stuck in his throat, but not quite. “I’ve written so many songs for you.”
Head still an animal, wistful and dreamy, Chance only nods reassurance. The yes, yes, of course an echo on his lips, a promise in the way he sways inward to press a kiss to the corner of Kai’s mouth. It feels alive, all the words between them, the finally of something he’d always believed in and hadn’t yet seen with his own eyes. “I’m so happy you did,” Chance lifts an un-twined hand to touch the place where it seems words threaten to stick. Softly, an absent excuse just to touch, touch, touch, brushing his knuckles down the side of Kai’s neck until his hand rests at his collar. How such old, familiar actions can feel new— Chance continues, “If you’d play them for me, I want to hear them all.” He means it, he wants to hear everything. The half finished songs, the abandoned ones, the heartbroken, the blissfully happy, anything in between. Chance knows what happened in their years apart only because he lived half of it. To know Kai’s side of it might be a bit less daunting if they start where they always do, with one of them sat a piano. “But that can wait a little while, if it needs. We do have a date to get to.”
