[ Mine hears the echo of it, the first time he'd elicited the words from Nishikiyama in the car. They would be enough. It's plenty for Mine to know that Nishikiyama will accept his devotion, and his sacrifice in whatever shape they'll take. He searches Nishikiyama's eyes for diminution, afraid to find it, all the same needing to be convinced there's nothing there. When he goes on, Mine's fatalism shatters to pieces.
Every part, he'll give that. His money, his body, his passion. Loyalty and affection mingle together. Mine feels himself trembleβreality shows none of itβevery muscle he'd used in the coliseum about to fray, every bit of skin that'd had Nishikiyama's touch to it bursting open. This is how it feels when Mine walks himself over the verge he'd teetered on. ]
I want you to have it all.
[ He understands. What he says means totality to Nishikiyama. At the same time, Mine feels he's made a selfish confession because he comforts himself alongside. Nishikiyama will take every inexperienced piece of him too. There's no regret, though. There's a longer silence. Nishikiyama's gaze is red-hot, yet Mine feels like reaching out, even at the risk of burning himself. With their bodies pressed against each other, if this is the warmth of the abyss gaping beneath him... ]
You're right. There's nothing else.
[ The cut on Mine's cheek had opened itself back up from simple friction against the sheets. Gelled but not dried, Nishikiyama's fingers will come away with a thin line of red on them. Mine doesn't flinch. He doesn't sound dejected by his apparent loss. He sinks into Nishikiyama's dark browns, like they're the pit that swallows his fall. The comparison is lyrical, Mine finds. He doesn't shy from it. ]
Heaven's not paradise, if this is hell.
[ At the summit of society, the sky opens up to emptiness. The air there is thin. ]
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Date: 2024-02-17 04:17 pm (UTC)Every part, he'll give that. His money, his body, his passion. Loyalty and affection mingle together. Mine feels himself trembleβreality shows none of itβevery muscle he'd used in the coliseum about to fray, every bit of skin that'd had Nishikiyama's touch to it bursting open. This is how it feels when Mine walks himself over the verge he'd teetered on. ]
I want you to have it all.
[ He understands. What he says means totality to Nishikiyama. At the same time, Mine feels he's made a selfish confession because he comforts himself alongside. Nishikiyama will take every inexperienced piece of him too. There's no regret, though. There's a longer silence. Nishikiyama's gaze is red-hot, yet Mine feels like reaching out, even at the risk of burning himself. With their bodies pressed against each other, if this is the warmth of the abyss gaping beneath him... ]
You're right. There's nothing else.
[ The cut on Mine's cheek had opened itself back up from simple friction against the sheets. Gelled but not dried, Nishikiyama's fingers will come away with a thin line of red on them. Mine doesn't flinch. He doesn't sound dejected by his apparent loss. He sinks into Nishikiyama's dark browns, like they're the pit that swallows his fall. The comparison is lyrical, Mine finds. He doesn't shy from it. ]
Heaven's not paradise, if this is hell.
[ At the summit of society, the sky opens up to emptiness. The air there is thin. ]