"I need you.."
— @the-terror-0f-death / send ‘ i need you. ’ for my muse’s reaction / accepting
Nothing dulls the small peep from below his chin—not the idly sounds of traffic, bustling of people that came along nightlife, not the soft hum of hardware cooling as it idles. Masato’s chin presses slightly into the crown of the brunet, a voiceless initial reaction to something purely honest—and, well.. assuring, in a way ( a selfish, selfish way ). They’ve had their ups and downs, built something on top of ashes, burned it again, built it again ( perhaps more beautiful than the last, he realizes in that moment ), mending flaws but leaving imperfections; rather than replacing completely, the cracks are filled with precious metal instead.
“Yeah..” the older man murmurs, his arms coiling tighter around Ryou instinctively. Ryou’s not feigning, not nearly as much as he used to ( neither masato, and it’s been easier that way—it showed ), and he’s rather comforted instead of paranoid when such words come his way. Gently, a delicate touch treads through sierra strands, reassuring that he’s not unsettled by any means.
Perhaps.. he simply wanted to relish in newfound meaning, at least for a little while. This time, it seemed to click deeper than before. A new sensation to feel ( even after all this time ).
“..I won’t let you down,” Masato finally responds, his fingers completing their journey as they caress his fiancee’s jaw, tender in pressure. Chestnut holds a steady gaze ( i’m not afraid of what’s ahead——and i’m not afraid of myself and whatever i may find ) as lips curl into a soft smile ( and part of that is because you’re here ). “..because I need you just as much.”
