Hardest words to say

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HARDEST WORDS TO SAY

Sometimes the hardest things to say are also the most important. It doesn't matter how much it scares you to do so, it's finally time to be honest.

 

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01. I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE Unfortunately, you can't keep lying to your partner/friend/family anymore. You just don't feel the same for them anymore.

02. I WOULD KILL YOU The person who means so much to you has done something completely unforgivable and now it's time to make sure they know where they stand. You would kill them if you ever got the chance.

03. I LOVE YOU, BUT... A bittersweet love confession. You know you love this person more than anything, but you're not sure you can give them what they need.

04. I DON'T TRUST YOU No matter how you feel about this person, you really can't trust them anymore.

05. SACRIFICE You're going to sacrifice yourself, for the person you're talking with or for the good of all humanity. You want them to know the reasons and that there's no stopping you.

06. TROUBLE You're in trouble and you might not make it through. You need to let at least one person know how you feel before it's too late though.

07. CRIME CONFESSION You did something you weren't proud of and now it's time to admit it.

08. DEMONS We've all got our demons and we've all got our own personal nightmares we have to face, but this time? You can't hold it all back.

09. I'M PREGNANT... Now's not the best time for it maybe or maybe you're just nervous how your partner will react, but they need to hear it.

10. BETRAYAL You've betrayed this person and you have to tell them the truth, no more running from it

11. CHEATED You've been unfaithful and it's time to tell your lover.

12. BROKEN That's it. You've had it. You are entirely broken and tired of everything.

13. AFRAID Something has you deathly afraid and you need to talk about it.

14. HELP ME You need someone to help you, bad. You can't do it alone anymore, you've tried.

15. I'M SORRY You said something or did something horrible and now it's time to ask for forgiveness.

16. YOU WERE A MISTAKE Sorry, but whoever you're talking to was the biggest mistake of your life or maybe it was just something you did together.

17. NOT WHO I SAY I AM You're so far from who they think you are, you need to finally tell the truth.

18. LET'S RUN AWAY You want to just get out, leave everything behind and be with this one person for the rest of your life.

19. ASHAMED Either you're ashamed of something they have done or something you did, either way you need to bring it up.

20. CAN'T REMEMBER The person standing in front of you looks so happy to see you, so relieved, but how do you tell them you can't remember a thing about them?

21. HOW COULD YOU You don't understand how they could treat you like they have, do what they have done when you've done nothing but be good to them.

22. YOUR CHOICE Either choose an option from above, mix and match, or make up your own idea.

Comments

[spotskings]

[Opening his eyes to meet Mikoto's up this close, he visibly fumbles for a moment. Wants to try for words, to defuse this, deflate it, to somehow make it less of what it is and make some room in his chest again.

He thinks better of it, though. Settles on just watching the fire there, looking right at him, even if he thinks he might somehow overflow from it all. Maybe that's why he trembles, just slightly, breathing in, but it's all smoothed over with the exhale. But he doesn't look away, doesn't want to miss a second of it.]

[beneaththefire]

[If he thought of it, he would have to say this is the longest that Totsuka has been quiet, except when he was asleep.

That however is not what he thinks of, instead his eyes keep with Totsuka's, he feels things in him Mikoto never saw existing in his life. That same noise, the exhale that he makes so often comes.

His other hand comes, both hold a cheek within their grasp. Surprisingly, it is Mikoto who breaks the silence.]

Thank you.

[spotskings]

[He finds he likes it, being held like this by his King. But then the words come - and they're not what he expected. Not that he could say for sure what he expected at all. It seems a very him thing to say, thinking of it. But in response he gives a minimal shake of his head, lips curling in quiet, fond amusement.]

Don't mention it. I thought I was pretty selfish, actually.

[beneaththefire]

You are always selfish.

[It is a tease, the tone of his voice says as much as his eyes fall upon that found curling of lips. It is nothing unpleasant, unexpected yes, he did not think to be here today.

But he now does not want to be anywhere else. A hand drifts away, arm slips around Totsuka. Mikoto closes his eyes, juts his chin just a little, the touch is there, it goes to the edge of lips but it only lingers for a fraction of a second. Even as he remains close. Fingers finding their place against his back, the original touch to cheek still there, somehow he does not want to let go of that connection.]

[spotskings]

Yep.

[The answer is quick and half-serious, before Mikoto shifts at all. He smiles all the same. It's not what he expected would happen, but then, he never minds surprises.]

I just do whatever I feel like.

[Not so dramatic now, but with his voice as quiet as it only rarely is, because there's no need for his voice to carry further than inches. This time, it's him who leans in, lips finding Mikoto's. He doesn't linger for long.]

Always have.

[beneaththefire]

[Now it is Mikoto who is caught by surprise, a fleeting touch of lips fully to his don't drown out words but they certainly leave their impression even once they move away.

There is a quirk to his mouth at the last words, it was true, but what he wanted was never harmful to anyone else, save for himself, that much Mikoto would say, even if he was reckless. Some would probably call him that for his last action.

Yet, what it earns him is a gentle pull forward, chin tilts, Mikoto leans in, when his lips touch this time they stay, there is no parting of the pair, instead they just rest there softly, learning the feel of those that are beneath them.]

[spotskings]

[Other people can call him whatever they like. Stupid, crazy, weird, reckless, suicidal. Totsuka doesn't think it matters a whole lot what they think of him, especially not now. Now, he is with his King, and all is well with the world while he lets his eyes drift shut, leaning in just a little bit more.

Well, they'll both need air eventually. But not right now.]

[beneaththefire]

[Breathing will have to happen, yet there are a few moments in which Mikoto just remains there, still, surprisingly calm feeling for a man whose blood ran with fire.

He savors the moment, when it ends his forehead stays there, touching to Totsuka's.

Fingers curl into his back, eyes stay closed, breath is slow, tongue touches to his own lips.

The pressure of the pair they just left still remaining.]

[spotskings]

[Even Totsuka is a little surprised, but not in a bad way by any means. Inwardly, he's getting way ahead of himself, if just because his thoughts never stay still for long, if just because they're almost literally breathing the same air, and it feels, somehow, more intimate than any sex he's ever had. In some ways, he's never been this close to any other person. This? This sets his world spinning at a different pace, and he has no idea how it'll turn out, yet at the same time it feels completely natural.

He hovers, keeping up the contact, fingers curling slightly into fabric and into skin, without his realizing, all while his heart races in his chest.]

[beneaththefire]

[A soft exhale is the only thing resembling sound or movement that Mikoto instigates for the space of several heartbeats. Surround, yet alone at that same time, he felt none of it in this moment. There was no loneliness, what existed was a warmth that came not from his powers.

Peace, washing over him so fully it was like this warm tidal wave. Those fingers seem to beckon him when they curl in, he shifts forward, closer still as if there was already much space to have.

Silent inhale comes seconds before lips return to Totsuka's.]

[spotskings]

[Closer still? Far be it from him to mind. Warmth floods him, as if the additional fraction of an inch made all the difference, and he thinks he feels his skin tingle as he leans in as well, his fingers shifting to match, still holding on.

Against Mikoto's lips, he makes a quiet sound, a pleased, barely audible hum.]

[beneaththefire]

[That sound as soft as it is reverberates through his ears, he never knew to appreciate sounds so much till Totsuka, his song was the first. Yet this, this somehow is entirely different, yet just as pleasant.

He slowly parts his lips, it is barely noticeable, yet brings the touch deeper as he remains there, hands stilled as they hold onto Totsuka.]

[spotskings]

[Great minds clearly think alike. Totsuka's lips part as well, deepening the kiss a little, but not too much. Never too far, never urgent.

It feels... safe. As safe as he can only be with his King, the hold never stifling, never truly keeping. And he thinks there's no better place for him to be.]

[beneaththefire]

[Mikoto would not argue this, such an act had never felt more natural or deep as the slow, simple discovery of each others lips which was happening here.

A hand finally moves, gentle in it's caress of his back as it comes to the back of his neck and carefully explores the tresses there.]

[spotskings]

[Similarly, a hand smoothes down Mikoto's back, slowly learning the shape of him. Totsuka in turn feels a shiver trickle down his back at the warm hand on his neck, the curiosity to the touch.

Finally he pulls away from the kiss, just a fraction of an inch to get a bit fresh air into his lungs. There's a softness to his eyes, a spark, as he watches Mikoto. He knows his King and he knows him well, but not like this, and uncharted territory always bears close examination.]

[beneaththefire]

[Even if it is the first and likely not to be the last time Mikoto tries to commit the feel of that hand to memory, the chills it sets across his skin, while warming it as if it was not already naturally warm.

The soft trendils of hair are carded through, fingertips brush scalp, a soft inhale of breath taken when lips come away.

Eyes open as they meet Totsuka's softer in their gaze than they ever have been, there is a faint smile curving lips.]

[spotskings]

[In all those years, has he seen his King truly smile? Not like this, to be sure. He can't help smiling back, leaning his head back into the careful touch. Not by much, just enough to show it's appreciated.

Meanwhile, his own fingers trace Mikoto's spine as they slowly move up his back again.]

[beneaththefire]

[There is something about that smile, that only warms the man that much more, it is a warmth so different from his powers that he can truly feel it to his very core.

When he sees how the touch is appreciated it re-instigates it, strands slipping through fingers, only tangle themselves in them once more, forehead against Totsuka's, there is a soft inhale as the fingers along his spine move him forward, not way from the touch by any means but it leaves him wanting closer for the chills it sets along his back.

Totsuka had said the words, Mikoto had said no more than me too. But in this moment, he parts lips, at first he does not speak, then finally he does.]

I love you.

[spotskings]

[Totsuka sighs softly at the touch, letting his eyes close a moment, but when Mikoto speaks, he can't help looking at him. There's that overflowing feeling again as he hears it for sure. He doesn't recognize it, he thinks. It's warmer and stronger than anything he knows, just sitting there and filling his chest like it's got nowhere else to go.

Totsuka smiles, and can't help answering.]

I love you too.

[beneaththefire]

[That smile is still as potent as it was only seconds before, Mikoto returns it with that barely there one of his own. It burns through him, but not like the anger he usually controls. Or the other emotions he usually swallows.

No this one sears into him and flames out into the gentle caress of his fingers through hair, a hand which slowly dances over Totsuka's back, breath that is even, despite his heart racing in his chest.]

[spotskings]

[If it was anyone else, this would be harder. Totsuka is reckless, carefree and impatient, and this isn't usually like him, either. Slow and gentle and careful, and he finds he has to tether himself not to rush, push harder and wind up with something that is less than this. In weight or in meaning.

The shivers crawling across his back along the movements of his hand feel good. In return, he offers a soft, pleased exhale, a sigh, perhaps, accompanied by an affectionate smile. He knows: Mikoto isn't like this. Not normally. Mikoto is fierce and powerful, fire and strength. It's hard to believe, seeing him this way. (Remains hard to believe, even a few minutes in.) Totsuka has never been timid, either.

One hand shifts up, fingers tangling in the red hair again, aiming to make an even bigger mess of it - if that's even possible. The other continues on across his back, to his sides, tracing the distinct shape of muscles under fabric there as everywhere. Then he leans in, closer still, kissing him again, trying to keep demand and urgency out of it.]

[beneaththefire]

[Mikoto lacks self control and patience, yet for years now, he has had to practice just that and some how, doing anything quickly here seems impossible.

Had this been anyone else, had this not been the first time they had been like this, then he could at least let go of some of the control, but first he had to learn.

Learn how to be this way and not burn at the same time, yet, it is fire no matter how slow he goes where every gentle finger traces over his frame. Then lips are on his again, this time it is deeper he even realizes it, reaction comes first when the heat of lips touch his, parting them, head angling, fingers in hair, hand against his back which moves to his side, to hip and gives a gentle urge forward never quicken, just lips as mouths become one once more.]

[spotskings]

[With anyone else, he might've taken that urging and run away with it, let them both run with it, but every careful touch, every gentle kiss, the slow pace as a whole all make him refrain from rushing.

Which isn't to say he doesn't take a hint. Tosuka shifts forward, close enough now that he feels enveloped by the King's body heat. It makes him feel - a lot of things, but words fall short. Whole. Special. Loved. Like being exactly where he should be, like he's part of something bigger than himself.

Lips are explored, and there's something more than just slow, something thorough about it. Learning about each other, and learning about this for the first time. Even when he's short on breath, he doesn't dream of wanting to stop.]

[beneaththefire]

[Mikoto is as lost in feeling as he ever has been in his life, his pulse is quickened but with a different fire from the anger that usually drives him.

This fires burns, slow, hot, it feels permanent, like it is a part of himself, Totsuka is a part of him. Eventually he loses where his lips ends and Totsuka's begin, it is an endless wave, hot, yet comforting all the same.

Breath seems a distant memory, his senses flood with the taste of the man in his arms. Fingers take their own lead, dancing light as feathers over back, down sides, to arms, back again, never stilling.]

[spotskings]

[Totsuka never gets lost, not quite, but he comes close sometimes. Like now - just moving with Mikoto and shifting close against him and not really quite sure anymore where one of them ends and the other begins - with his mind still wide awake but off somewhere else entirely.

He lets his hands move too, but only to touch and to feel, not in any way asking or demanding. Touch and taste occupied, he's almost glad his eyes are closed, not so sure he could handle another sense at work now. Mikoto's fingers seem to leave a trail of sparks wherever they go, and it's enough for him to pleasantly shudder, and utter a quiet sound against the King's mouth.]