[ Time ticks on as they stagnate and he knows it's his fault. The other boy has the harder job, Miyuki's supposed to be someone to depend on to keep leading them forward, and yet here he is, letting thoughts and feelings weigh him down. Alois is still making an effort even while he is stuck so, the older's head tipping at that attention trailed from jaw to neck.
He shuts his eyes and breathes out slow, trying to leave all doubts by the wayside to rejoin the younger boy in their scene. The teasing sensation of his mouth feels good, by itself, and if he could stop thinking and caring, it would be fine. But Miyuki breathes in again and while the tumult quiets some, there is no silencing his mind. ]
Nah, not really big on sweets. And I could get something fake any day of the week, if I wanted.
[ Not like it's hard. Even if the gang leader is currently missing some money thanks to a certain someone, all he needs is cash to get some sickeningly sweet fantasy. The assertion is callous in insinuation and simultaneous denial. The girl may have seemed innocent at first, a little angel caught in such a compromising situation. But she has proven herself to be more than a blushing maiden unwilling to dirty her hands, not above or afraid of using what she can to survive at such disadvantage. The gangster doesn't want her to fake being less sensible than she is.
Miyuki doesn't see a point in the other boy faking, either. Not with what he knows now, and how much his view of him has changed since he first awoke and laid eyes upon the strange boy.
Alois knows how to do things that he shouldn't, things that can inspire a tingle of heat down deep and make Miyuki's gut grip around it in retaliation. But it had felt so sincere, so earnest, even while wrapped in the amount of skill that made it hard to swallow. After too — the diffident search for recognition that made Miyuki's stomach twist, as though the boy were really waiting for an assessment of his worth based on that show of skill.
Why? ]
Besides, doesn't matter if you're a great actress...
[ Not when he knows the truth. And what is the truth? Miyuki lifts a hand, gently threading his fingers into hair beside Alois' face, turning his own to lean in and press an innocent kiss to his temple. Lingering, murmuring warmly, ]
I already know you're a good girl.
[ A girl in dire straits at the fault of her crooked father, who still cared for his safety first. An irrepressible spirit who will do anything for her freedom.
A boy who hasn't had the best experiences, but who isn't at fault for it. Who, Miyuki believes, has more to offer than that. ]
no subject
He shuts his eyes and breathes out slow, trying to leave all doubts by the wayside to rejoin the younger boy in their scene. The teasing sensation of his mouth feels good, by itself, and if he could stop thinking and caring, it would be fine. But Miyuki breathes in again and while the tumult quiets some, there is no silencing his mind. ]
Nah, not really big on sweets. And I could get something fake any day of the week, if I wanted.
[ Not like it's hard. Even if the gang leader is currently missing some money thanks to a certain someone, all he needs is cash to get some sickeningly sweet fantasy. The assertion is callous in insinuation and simultaneous denial. The girl may have seemed innocent at first, a little angel caught in such a compromising situation. But she has proven herself to be more than a blushing maiden unwilling to dirty her hands, not above or afraid of using what she can to survive at such disadvantage. The gangster doesn't want her to fake being less sensible than she is.
Miyuki doesn't see a point in the other boy faking, either. Not with what he knows now, and how much his view of him has changed since he first awoke and laid eyes upon the strange boy.
Alois knows how to do things that he shouldn't, things that can inspire a tingle of heat down deep and make Miyuki's gut grip around it in retaliation. But it had felt so sincere, so earnest, even while wrapped in the amount of skill that made it hard to swallow. After too — the diffident search for recognition that made Miyuki's stomach twist, as though the boy were really waiting for an assessment of his worth based on that show of skill.
Why? ]
Besides, doesn't matter if you're a great actress...
[ Not when he knows the truth. And what is the truth? Miyuki lifts a hand, gently threading his fingers into hair beside Alois' face, turning his own to lean in and press an innocent kiss to his temple. Lingering, murmuring warmly, ]
I already know you're a good girl.
[ A girl in dire straits at the fault of her crooked father, who still cared for his safety first. An irrepressible spirit who will do anything for her freedom.
A boy who hasn't had the best experiences, but who isn't at fault for it. Who, Miyuki believes, has more to offer than that. ]