@bishonenprince // cont.
light isn't usually one for events of any sort , isn't fond of being out of the house for too long , but it's hard to find anything to grouch about with sora at his side . the man's joy is infectious . any semblance of a bad mood escapes when sora laughs ; the cold ache in his joints falls away when he holds his hand .
all this to say , his heart feels the warmest it has in a very long time , and it's difficult not to feel a surge of loving emotions when sora puts forth the question that has no doubt been lingering between them both for quite awhile , now .
still , a part of him fears . everything close to him feels like it's constantly on the verge of slipping away at any moment . light has learned the lesson painfully -- life is a fickle thing . he has sora today , and sora has him , but what about tomorrow ? another car accident , another kidnapping -- some secret , third , equally terrible thing ; who is to say something won't happen ?
it's nonetheless impossible to deny himself this . he wouldn't dare say no -- not to sora . not to this wonderful thing he's somehow managed to stumble upon . whether he deserves it or not ; whether he can keep it or not , light wants this : a normal relationship . someone who cares for him , and whom he can care for in - turn .
" i wouldn't mind attaching a few strings , " he says , a tinge of a blush on his pallid cheeks . light reaches across the table , finding sora's hand as easily as ever . " if you would have me . "
