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bakerstreet2014-02-05 08:22 am
daydreaming) wrote in bakerstreet2014-02-05 08:22 am
They've been together for a long time. Not like 50 years or some crap like that, but ever since they were dumb kids in high school who barely knew what they wanted, trying to find their way in the world and in love alike. Even when they finally came together and accepted what they had between them things hadn't been the smoothest; there was opposition, fights, odds they had to overcome, all the trials and tribulations of youth. Somehow they'd kept together and had remained ever since, a good six years later, and Kon was content to have it for even longer.
It's no secret he's no good with the romantic stuff. If it had been left up to him, he'd be content to keep things as they are now -- he'd not have even really thought about proposing if it hadn't been for Homare's sisters, dropping hints that it was something the other boy might like someday, until they finally cornered him and outright asked his intentions (sisters were scary, he was kind of glad he had none). With their encouragement he'd bought a pretty ring, an intertwining of leaves and branches, never-ending in a golden twist with a diamond (because the girls had insisted that diamonds are forever and their brother only deserved the nicest, most beautiful things) nestled between a couple of golden leaves. Even Kon had to admit that he actually liked it quite a bit; he'd always found a nature aesthetic pretty nice.
Which only really left the matter of time and place. Couldn't he just give it to him and say, Sooo? Nope, nope, the girls had been left aghast at that idea. So a traditional Japanese restaurant by the beach it is, with paper doors and the hum of the ocean lapping against the shore, where ocean meets earth and they mingle together in harmony. He had made a reservation for 8 at the restaurant but it's only 6 now, because he wanted to do this first and then eat. If Homare turns him down, then he can wash back his dejectedness at the bar, drown in it. Plus, there's no way he's sitting through a whole meal with the anticipation of asking -- he'd never be able to enjoy the food that way. So he'd asked Homare to meet him at 6 once he was done with whatever he needed to take care of that day.
He's dressed pretty nicely in traditional Japanese garb, though he can't wear anything without looking somewhat disheveled, never could. His black hair sits across his shoulders loosely, tousled, though that might be because he's standing in front of an ocean's breeze. The sun is beginning to set, slowly driving down toward the west, breaking a flourish of pretty colors against the crests of waves: Orange, pink, yellow. Kon rests against the railing that separates the beach from the series of buildings behind, watching the curve of the bank of sand lower and lower until it the waves meet the shore, farther down. There's no one that far down now, though from the distance he thinks he sees a few birds swooping down to catch some fish dumb enough to come up close enough to the line.
… He's really going to do this, huh? Despite himself, his nerves act up, making him grip the railing for a meager sort of support. This isn't something he'd ever expected to do, and it even surprises him that he actually wants to. They were fine as they were, but…
It was his turn, wasn't it? To do something romantic, to show that he did care about this just as much as Homare did. He'd never been quite so good at expressing that, or showing it, outside of small gestures.
It's no secret he's no good with the romantic stuff. If it had been left up to him, he'd be content to keep things as they are now -- he'd not have even really thought about proposing if it hadn't been for Homare's sisters, dropping hints that it was something the other boy might like someday, until they finally cornered him and outright asked his intentions (sisters were scary, he was kind of glad he had none). With their encouragement he'd bought a pretty ring, an intertwining of leaves and branches, never-ending in a golden twist with a diamond (because the girls had insisted that diamonds are forever and their brother only deserved the nicest, most beautiful things) nestled between a couple of golden leaves. Even Kon had to admit that he actually liked it quite a bit; he'd always found a nature aesthetic pretty nice.
Which only really left the matter of time and place. Couldn't he just give it to him and say, Sooo? Nope, nope, the girls had been left aghast at that idea. So a traditional Japanese restaurant by the beach it is, with paper doors and the hum of the ocean lapping against the shore, where ocean meets earth and they mingle together in harmony. He had made a reservation for 8 at the restaurant but it's only 6 now, because he wanted to do this first and then eat. If Homare turns him down, then he can wash back his dejectedness at the bar, drown in it. Plus, there's no way he's sitting through a whole meal with the anticipation of asking -- he'd never be able to enjoy the food that way. So he'd asked Homare to meet him at 6 once he was done with whatever he needed to take care of that day.
He's dressed pretty nicely in traditional Japanese garb, though he can't wear anything without looking somewhat disheveled, never could. His black hair sits across his shoulders loosely, tousled, though that might be because he's standing in front of an ocean's breeze. The sun is beginning to set, slowly driving down toward the west, breaking a flourish of pretty colors against the crests of waves: Orange, pink, yellow. Kon rests against the railing that separates the beach from the series of buildings behind, watching the curve of the bank of sand lower and lower until it the waves meet the shore, farther down. There's no one that far down now, though from the distance he thinks he sees a few birds swooping down to catch some fish dumb enough to come up close enough to the line.
… He's really going to do this, huh? Despite himself, his nerves act up, making him grip the railing for a meager sort of support. This isn't something he'd ever expected to do, and it even surprises him that he actually wants to. They were fine as they were, but…
It was his turn, wasn't it? To do something romantic, to show that he did care about this just as much as Homare did. He'd never been quite so good at expressing that, or showing it, outside of small gestures.
Oerba Yun Fang | Final Fantasy XIII Compilation | F/F
raindownthesky
2014-02-05 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[It had been awhile since he had opened up to Sei. Even longer since he had brought him into Scratch's base to protect him and heal him from Toue's tests and abuse...
Honestly, Sei had come a long way. He had truly grown into his body again and his will to live seemed to come back the longer he was free from the prison that the former tyrant had built around him. It had an impact on Mink, too... He wanted to free himself from his own personal prison that he had built for himself the more time he spent with the dark haired man, yet he didn't want to leave him to do that.
He reached over, stroking some of the dark strands of Sei's hair behind his ear--a common motion between them now, but never one that seemed to have any rhyme or timing to it. Just a random connection or touch.]
Come with me.
Honestly, Sei had come a long way. He had truly grown into his body again and his will to live seemed to come back the longer he was free from the prison that the former tyrant had built around him. It had an impact on Mink, too... He wanted to free himself from his own personal prison that he had built for himself the more time he spent with the dark haired man, yet he didn't want to leave him to do that.
He reached over, stroking some of the dark strands of Sei's hair behind his ear--a common motion between them now, but never one that seemed to have any rhyme or timing to it. Just a random connection or touch.]
Come with me.
[Size differences will almost definitely be a thing here, given how large Buffaloman is, but I'd really like to play with that in a thread (ie, smaller characters doing the penetration, intercrural sex, starting to have sex and then stopping when it gets uncomfortable, etc etc).]
I usually like him near the end of his good path but before he goes to Germany, if that works!
studbunny
- 2014-02-07 13:56 (UTC) - ExpandWas just watching Noiz's ending again... hot damn... *fans self*
studbunny
- 2014-02-13 07:27 (UTC) - Expand
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