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caelestxs

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And he easily complies.                                                                                 “    M…Mink..please.”

   Nope. Not good enough. “Not Mink...” He mutters, hand hovering above Aoba’s waist. “Da...” He begins, giving a hint of what he wanted to hear. 

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caelestxs replied to your post: “[[MOR] No, but – have you ever had one of those friends that you...”:

feeling this so hard rn

it’s just literally so depressing. because i hate losing friends anyways. as odd as it sounds, especially the ones i click with. which this person was -- anyone who can sit & talk about ONE thing/character with me for like an hour when it's something/someone nobody really thinks much about i just instantly ''f R I END'' 

& then it all falls apart & our rps on skype go unfinished & we talk maybe once every so many days & its a ' hey ' ' hey ' ' how are you ' ' good, you? ' ' okay. ' -- kind of conversation - it's like.. ' did i already mess it up? or do you just not like me anymore? '

SI GHS IM RAN TING

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Wed me

Wed Me: I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

This could be one of the moments in which Mink could ever be referred to as anxious. 

It’s been some time since Aoba had embarked on a journey to search for Mink. And it's been some time since they had reconciled and worked towards mending the wounds of the past. Little by little, the threads of their bond would grow strong and the times of stiffened refrain, a hesitance Mink had held to for weeks had ceased finally. Days were spent in either contentment or the pair off and away at work while nights were calm and full of warmth and affection. 

Mink loved Aoba. There was not a doubt in his heart for that. 

What had began as a turning cog in an ever going plan had fallen to more caring tones and he couldn’t imagine himself without the azure haired man in his life now. He never spoke his affections as frequently as Aoba would, choosing to be a man of action. Those spoke louder than words after all. And his lover understood, smile bright and rivaling the sun itself as he went about his business after sparing a soft, lingering kiss.

He was quiet that day, his nose not buried in books like they usually were. His fingers drummed along the plush of the couch, golden hues downcast on the patterns of the blanket folded over an arm of the seat. It was a soft contemplative silence that would certainly summon the attention of Aoba and it surely did with how footsteps sound out. They’re slow in place, but give hint to Aoba not wanting to be a bother. 

“Aoba.” He starts, voice lowered a low rumble. “We need to talk.”

That’s how he’d ventured outside with the other, the crunch of leaves beneath their feet as the heat from earlier had settled to a more tolerable warmth. The sun was edging close to settling over the distant mountains. He took them to where they first met, steps canting to a stop as he looked about the sight before him, a small intake of breath given then. 

He hears Aoba, peering over his shoulder and noting how worried the other was with how brows crease and his hand would delicately aim to reach and grasp tanned fingers. Mink didn’t want for the other to be so concerned as this wasn’t a terrible talk, so he took his hand and relayed a small squeeze with a simple glance before looking out to the scenery once more. 

"It’s been about two years since we crossed paths once again. I was unsure of all of this when it first began. I thought that you deserved better than someone who had done what I had and that I was to atone for my actions alone on this path I lived. But over time, I began to realize that I can’t part ways with you. I want to be with you. The words I recited that day, of my tribe and our union. I meant it, but I want to do this properly.” 

Aoba is quiet as he explains, lips parted in the slightest and eyes widened a little as he took in Mink’s words. And it incites the elder’s actions further as he reached into his back pocket. Mink was never the type to go along with the expected manner of dropping to one knee, however his expression was far more softer as he opens the small box and reveals a simple ring. 

It was nothing outlandish but it certainly garnered a sound from Aoba as Mink chose to speak once more. 

“Marry me.”

The request was a statement and it went with the type of man Mink was, but his words were full of all the emotion he could have for the other. 

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I bet you Keihi got Mink a pink mug that says "#1 DAD" on it for Father's Day--Actually that's exactly what he got him, and Aoba helped. Here you go, cinadaddy.

   “What a dumb gift.” He sighs, but even grumpy Mink can’t deny the cuteness of it. With a sigh, he kisses Aoba’s nose as a thank you, and not forgetting Keihi, either. It’s a stupid mug, but he’s grateful. “There’s a gift for you, also.”

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  There was something about the way Aoba looked in the light of the late setting sun that captured Mink. Although he wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary, just the sight of him alone was enough to make Mink’s chest constrict. The way his eyelashes fluttered, how the corners of his lips were turned ever so slightly, simple and seemingly insignificant things like this set his heart alight. It wasn’t often that Mink expressed his emotions, and he certainly couldn’t do so in words. Instead, he reaches forward to push a lock of blue hair behind his ear.