[Ah! It's more of a welcome surprise this time around. Lobelia grins, easy as anything, and lets Ramuda's anger slam into him in waves. This is what he thrives in: the chaos, the fury, raw emotion given a voice.]
Mon dieu... Had I known it was you, do you think I would have been as forthcoming?
[But that's one mystery definitively solved, and guess what? More than feeling nothing about it, Lobelia feels dread washing over him. He knows what comes next. He knows about the crushing silence that follows.]
If you choose to hold it against me, then I will accept your judgment. But Ramuda... you, of all people, understand the cost of a life taken. And the cost of being caught. When you offer death your throat, you do it with grace— not panic.
[ ramuda doesn't answer that, the look on his face says it for him.
of course he should have expected him to be forthcoming no matter who it was and he did but for a second he didn't and that makes him angry beyond words. ]
Grace? Panic? [ he could laugh. he does laugh, the anger still there and raw even if the volume has dropped down far below. ]
I shouldn't know either of those, so shut up. What do you think you know about me?
[Lobelia's smile curls, slow and sickly sweet. Ramuda is beautiful like this — a raw, uncut gem carving him to gleaming ribbons. His negligence is killing him. Breaking a promise. Failing.]
...More than you want to admit. Allow me a moment of candor, Ramuda.
[His voice drops octaves. The flourish evaporates. The warmth drains. What remains is the creature beneath the shell— rotten, hungry, honest.]
I found it refreshing, meeting someone who understood the price of happiness. Someone willing to fight for it at any cost. I thought, foolishly, that made us kindred spirits.
And now? I am the stone that topples the tower. My misplaced words are going to get you killed.
I am a sinful man, Ramuda. That much has always been true. I would offer atonement in the only form I know... but tell me.
Would you accept it? Would you forgive me if I offered you one last show?
[ the man holding him tight says so much and ramuda continues to glare, hearing it all and wanting to take it apart but his mind is all a whirl. he can't think clearly and he knows it.
at least it means he swallows some of his words, because he would surely have started screaming again if he addressed "kindred spirits" dead on.
at least they can agree on one thing. ]
They are. [ he doesn't know what awaits tomorrow, but he doesn't need to know. even if this place doesn't take him, someone else will. it could be tomorrow, it could be the day after that and the sword of damocles that always hangs over his head drops lower to where he can feel it brush his hair. ]
...what kind of apology is one that's only offered with a guarantee? [ it's not a no.
[The Tower invites ruination. It lures you in with a smile, and then the sword falls. Lobelia should have warned Ramuda sooner. He should have told him to stay away if his desire to live outpaced his desire to flirt with oblivion.]
I cannot offer you any guarantees. You may choose to spite me with all your soul, and I won't begrudge you that. Still...
[All he can offer Ramuda is his truth. If he won't have it, what else does Lobelia have to give?]
Put your faith in me. Trust I won't let you down. Can you do that?
[ but what happens if both those desires are tied?
as much as he's been trying to denounce the existence of ghosts, ramuda wishes, pettily, that they really are real. he'll haunt you forever lobelia, because as much as you know him, you don't know the absolute Ⱨ₳₮Ɇ he has for jakurai jinguji. and they're rapidly approaching that breath of his emotions, even if ramuda won't say it.
he's not being allowed to run away. he has to face this head on, for better or worse. ]
Fine, I'll accept your apology.
[ because he's never gotten a real one before. not when it's actually mattered. ]
[Lobelia goes still for a long, breathless moment. Ramuda's acceptance is a gift he has no right receiving, and he knows it. When he breathes again, it's slow, measured, almost reverent.]
Très bien. Then I will give you a show worthy of your trust. Not a cheap apology nor a trembling vow, but something crafted. Intentional. An artist's promise to an artist.
[His fingers curl lightly at Ramuda's waist, gentle, but with that tell-tale tremor of someone holding his own ruin in his hands.]
You want both desires answered? Then watch me. I will craft something only I can make: a spectacle fierce enough to silence every haunting, every shadow, every doubt that claws at your throat.
Mon cher artiste... I will perform for you as though the world were our stage and the Tower our backdrop. And when the sword falls, because it always does, you will know I did not lie.
[ ramuda's not sure if he wants something crafted, or a show, or even apology. ramuda doesn't know what he wants at all, but he accepts it because it's being given to him and he holds such gifts close, even if it's only for a moment.
...and regardless of so many things, this is in a barest sense of the word, a moment between the two of them. ]
Am I your artist? Your lover? Your sweet little dessert? [ he asks these things, but it's more of a reflex.
finally, ramuda moves, his own arms coming to wrap around this man who speaks of festruction and ruin. ]
[ what if he wants to be none of them? at least not seriously. it's fine for the moment and it's fine for a kiss,o r a night in bed, for a second in time, and then gone again. his emotions flare up, burning hot from the cold rage they had fallen into.
well, at least he's going to be dead soon—he's never been surer of it in his entire life, which is saying something for someone who expects to die every day. ]
...I don't understand you, Lobelia. [ and he's not sure he believes you either, actually he's sure he doesn't. ninety-nine percent of his heart is sure he doesn't. it's that wiggling one percent, that damn one percent that made him so angry in the first place. ]
But I don't need to.
[ this is something ramuda never asks, even if he has his curiosities. in the future, he won't have, he'll never fully understand gentarou or dice. but that doesn't matter, because that's not what ramuda asks of people.
no, ramuda amemura wants something far simpler.
there's the slightest blush in spite of himself, the rarest treat of all. he moves a fraction of an inch closer, close enough that lobelia can likely feel the heat from his cheeks. ]
[Lobelia laughs, but it's nothing unkind— if anything, there's a touch of bittersweetness lingering on his tongue. So it goes. Every action has a consequence, and he won't deny Ramuda his feelings. Potent as they are, he's entitled to them. As much as they hurt, he has every right to express them.
Touching each other hurts, but tomorrow is guaranteed to hurt worse. That very human fear in Ramuda's eyes draws Lobelia closer. He closes the distance to share in Ramuda's pain, bringing their lips together, drawing him into a kiss that lasts, deep and binding.
When their lips part, Lobelia stays close enough to feel the warmth that flows from Ramuda. The humanity that has caused him such pains, but also rendered him vulnerable, beautiful, precious.]
Au contraire... you understand me in ways few do. My sharing that with you is not incidental, mon cher. You will take a part of me with you into the dark.
[A part that won't leave. A part that won't judge, condemn, or abandon him. The part that knows him and still dares to care.]
[ ramuda is pulled into the kiss, but he pulls lobelia closer as he is, hands clutching the fabric of his robes tighter. it hurts, but it's a relief; how contradictory, but isn't that who he is when you get to his core? whatever anger he was still holding releases as they kiss and melts into the mix of pain and pleasure between them. he's weak, he's defective, and he's going to break. maybe he's broken already.
ramuda was so angry before, but now he's just incredibly confused. sweet words don't mean anything to him, at least beyond the moment. a sugar high that he hops and skips over, one after the other. lobelia has complimented him in many ways and even if he's appreciated it every single time, they haven't moved his heart.
but what lobelia is saying now is— ]
Huh? I— [ his voice is a mix now of his two reflections. ] I will? You want me to have it?
[ of course he's been given things before. fancy things, heartfelt things, and they go in the pile of his trinkets, forgotten about it in a day or week or maybe even month. but ramuda is going to die soon and he won't be allowed to forget this. it will sit on him raw and settle somewhere, regardless of what he wants.
he's received plenty of gifts for himself, but none for the him that lobelia has seen. he's seen so much, too much, and ramuda's heart beats faster. painfully, and with something else warmer; contradictions again, his fingers still curled tightly. ]
[He brushes his thumb along Ramuda's cheek, light as breath. The pain that follows does little to dissuade Lobelia. He's simply there, steady where Ramuda shakes.]
Not as a trinket. Not as something to be buried under brighter, sweeter things. As yours. Because you've seen me, too— more than you realize.
You think you feel nothing from my words... but look at you now. Your voice, your hands, your heart—
[He taps gently at Ramuda's sternum with two fingers.]
...your heart already know what it means.
[He tilts his forehead to Ramuda's, breath warm but soft, no pressure to move closer or pull away. However long Ramuda has spent with his own autonomy stripped from him, that ends now. If it's only for a night, then let one night be enough. Ramuda can have what he wants, take what he wants, knowing it's his to hold.]
And whatever happens next, whether you burn bright or break apart... that part of me will stay with you. Not to weigh on you.
You don't have to understand it now. Just feel it. For once, let something be real without having to be sweet.
Lobelia— [ do you want him to cry? he's going to cry, not from the effects of this week which have left him antsy and unfulfilled, but from all the emotions that threaten to drown him.
he won't drown, because he's way too stubborn to not fight back with everything he has to keep his head above the water. but it's still terrifying and raw, overwhelming in a way he's never felt before.
he jumps a little at the gentle taps but resettles just as quickly. naturally, like how things have come to be with them. ]
—it's cheating that you can hear my heart. [ can he pout while he's crying? that's the mess of a face he's making.
maybe he could hide in lobelia's robes? how silly, how stupid, but dumb thoughts like these are proof that he's letting himself feel.
(his heart already knows he's accepted it. he's still here, isn't he?) ]
...why do you always know what to say? [ this isn't a complaint at all. but it is him trying, very miserably, to understand what he's feeling. that there are as many ways for ramuda to disengage in talks like this as there are raindrops in a storm. but somehow, lobelia always threads the needle. if not with his words, with his actions, or as it is now, both. ]
[Ramuda... he has no idea the gift he's given Lobelia. To see him cry, to watch emotion overcome him— these are treasures only he has been permitted to hold. It's no problem at all to bundle Ramuda in his arms and hold him to his chest, his own heartbeat audible, just barely, beneath his robes.
It stings, yes, but he can't let Ramuda go when he's in such a state. Lobelia is careful not to press too hard when he combs his fingers through Ramuda's hair. These hands were not meant to soothe, and yet they feel inclined to try anyway.]
I speak from the heart, mon cher. That's all. You make it easy to be honest.
[ ramuda listens, really listens. his own heartbeat is almost too loud in his ears, but he can hear lobelia's too. does he know that ramuda's weak to this specific kind of touch? ramuda wouldn't be surprised if he did at this point. lobelia knows way too much and ramuda doesn't really have any fight left him in anymore.
he lets his eyes slide closed, calming with the fingers in his hair even if he can still feel the pain elsewhere. this isn't how he thought this talk would go. why is he still here? and why doesn't he want to leave? ]
...then your heart is beautiful and warm. [ he doesn't usually talk like this, he's usually one for blatant flirting not heartfelt words. but it slips out, raw and unbidden in place of the tears that came before. ]
I don't know about that. You see beauty where others see rot.
[Does Lobelia sound bothered by this? Not at all. He knows what he is, he knows how others view him, and he's still fascinated that there's someone in this world who sees something ugly and calls it beautiful.
The pain doesn't keep Lobelia from tousling Ramuda's hair and kissing the top of his head.]
But you aren't blind to the ways of the world. You've seen its darkness and think to call my heart beautiful anyway. J'ai beaucoup de chance.
[ ramuda laughs in spite of everything he's feeling, bright, happy laughter. he was angry and then he was confused, he was crying, and now he's pretty content with the touch lobelia is lavishing on him. his mind and heart hurt but whatever—he unburrows to shoot a glance upward, a wink and the pink of his tongue. he thinks lobelia is being a little silly, because ramuda has never once thought twice about this. ]
I like that "rot". It's part of what makes you so interesting! [ he's hesitant to break the caress of fingers in his hair, so he settles for nuzzling his face into lobelia's chest instead. yeah it hurts, but expressing his affection is more important. ]
[It's that broad range of emotion that speaks to Lobelia. They both know how to present a particular image to the world, but when they're alone? That's when Ramuda gives up the act and shows Lobelia his true face. There is no finer compliment in the world.
So he rewards him with another kiss, lips lingering against the fluffy top of Ramuda's head, luxuriating in his company.]
Vous êtes charmant. You know... I've lived most of my life alone, but you make me want to change my ways. Just a bit, of course.
Heyy, you weren't gonna just leave me on some airship were you!? [ that would have been silly, but ramuda doesn't seem to mind at all.
he's also still not moving from where he is, maybe soon, but for now the desire for comfort wins out. instead he leans upward to to press a kiss to lobelia's neck. ]
And I've lived my whole life with people, but never the same ones for too long. [ he pauses, wondering if he should provide an answer for an answer.
he really shouldn't. he hasn't forgotten why he originally came in here, but this moment is... ]
So, samesies? In reverse, or like a reflection!
[ please don't make him spell this out.
okay he will totally spell it out but his heart thumping like a rabbit betrays him anyway, especially in present company. ]
[Lobelia snickers over the notion of abandoning poor Ramuda on some airship and saying peace out. He's done a lot of bad things in his life, but he'd never offer to bring Ramuda along just to ditch him. His soft laughter rumbles along Ramuda's lips where he's kissed his neck.]
Oui. "Samesies". I like the sound of that.
[And they can just continue to speak in their own language without bothering with making a big deal out of things other people sweat over for months. Two free spirits choosing each other is a beautiful thing, Lobelia thinks. He doesn't feel stifled by Ramuda at all, so it's the simplest thing in the world to promise him his companionship.]
...Heh. You're quite nervous, aren't you? Très mignon.
[ okay now ramuda is laughing too, because hearing lobelia say "samesies" in such a serious way is really, really funny? and charming and cute somehow. what has he done. ]
Heyyyyy! I'm a lotta things right now! I was really mad and now I'm really happy? Yeah! And my head hurts a lil' but I'm doing my best!
[ really he is, in every way, even in the ways he usually runs away from. arggggh fine, he'll say it more plainly because lobelia called him out already. ]
Anyway! Then that's what we'll do ★! Which I think we were gonna do anyway but now we're reaaaaaaaally gonna do it, for more than just like, a day. We can have fun together wherever! Go wherever, together!
[ there's probably a word for this, but whatever it is, ramuda can't find it. he's completely lost control of his emotions, though the grin on his face is exuberant as he looks up at lobelia properly.
there's no point in hiding if the other party can just find you no matter how deep you dig is there? no, not if being exposed isn't unpleasant or painful, but rather nice, actually. ]
Oui, that's the spirit. The world is yours, Cher. No one will tether you in place any longer. I'll make sure of it.
[If Ramuda can handle Lobelia's nomadic lifestyle, he'll find that the world is a big, beautiful place full of limitless potential. From the look on Ramuda's face, Lobelia can tell he's already seriously considering his future— a happier one. One in which he's allowed to simply be himself and thrive.]
It may take some getting used to, but you will acclimate. Once you understand what it truly means to be free, you'll accept nothing less.
[ stooooop saying things that are bad for his heart! ramuda kind of huffs at that because he actually kind of believes it even if he's also having a combination of a doki and an anxiety attack right now. hopefully lobelia is enjoying this, at least.
a nomadic lifestyle suits ramuda far more than one where he has to put down roots; he's only done so in shibuya because it's what he was instructed to do and what he has to keep doing, he's a free spirit in every other sense of the word and at heart. ]
Lobeliaaaaaaa! [ sorry, he just needed to get that out there. ] You know I'm gonna hold you to that now, right? Even if— [ no he just cried, he's rejecting this emotion for now. ] —even if I become a stupid ghost!!!
I'd totally be the cutest onryo! I'd say I'm warning you, but it's too late now.
[ huff!!!
but despite the ridiculous way he's said it, ramuda truly means it. if you want him like this, then he's finally accepting it fully even if that was literally the last thing on his mind when he came storming in here. there is no Escape from this pink menance now in whatever form he comes in. ]
[He's accustomed to listening first, thinking second, and everything else comes third. He can hear the anxiety and excitement stirring in Ramuda's heart and it makes him smile. Call him mean, or call him a humble appreciator of Ramuda acting cutely and earnestly.]
Oui! And you should! I would not make a promise if I had no intention of keeping it.
[And Ramuda knows Lobelia has no problem being mean. If he didn't mean it, he'd certainly know it.]
Now, now... No need to fuss, though you are quite cute when you do. [pats for ramuda hehe] What is an onryo?
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Mon dieu... Had I known it was you, do you think I would have been as forthcoming?
[But that's one mystery definitively solved, and guess what? More than feeling nothing about it, Lobelia feels dread washing over him. He knows what comes next. He knows about the crushing silence that follows.]
If you choose to hold it against me, then I will accept your judgment. But Ramuda... you, of all people, understand the cost of a life taken. And the cost of being caught. When you offer death your throat, you do it with grace— not panic.
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of course he should have expected him to be forthcoming no matter who it was and he did but for a second he didn't and that makes him angry beyond words. ]
Grace? Panic? [ he could laugh. he does laugh, the anger still there and raw even if the volume has dropped down far below. ]
I shouldn't know either of those, so shut up. What do you think you know about me?
[ ...way too much. ]
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...More than you want to admit. Allow me a moment of candor, Ramuda.
[His voice drops octaves. The flourish evaporates. The warmth drains. What remains is the creature beneath the shell— rotten, hungry, honest.]
I found it refreshing, meeting someone who understood the price of happiness. Someone willing to fight for it at any cost. I thought, foolishly, that made us kindred spirits.
And now? I am the stone that topples the tower. My misplaced words are going to get you killed.
I am a sinful man, Ramuda. That much has always been true. I would offer atonement in the only form I know... but tell me.
Would you accept it? Would you forgive me if I offered you one last show?
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at least it means he swallows some of his words, because he would surely have started screaming again if he addressed "kindred spirits" dead on.
at least they can agree on one thing. ]
They are. [ he doesn't know what awaits tomorrow, but he doesn't need to know. even if this place doesn't take him, someone else will. it could be tomorrow, it could be the day after that and the sword of damocles that always hangs over his head drops lower to where he can feel it brush his hair. ]
...what kind of apology is one that's only offered with a guarantee? [ it's not a no.
but it's not a yes either. ]
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I cannot offer you any guarantees. You may choose to spite me with all your soul, and I won't begrudge you that. Still...
[All he can offer Ramuda is his truth. If he won't have it, what else does Lobelia have to give?]
Put your faith in me. Trust I won't let you down. Can you do that?
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as much as he's been trying to denounce the existence of ghosts, ramuda wishes, pettily, that they really are real. he'll haunt you forever lobelia, because as much as you know him, you don't know the absolute Ⱨ₳₮Ɇ he has for jakurai jinguji. and they're rapidly approaching that breath of his emotions, even if ramuda won't say it.
he's not being allowed to run away. he has to face this head on, for better or worse. ]
Fine, I'll accept your apology.
[ because he's never gotten a real one before. not when it's actually mattered. ]
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Très bien. Then I will give you a show worthy of your trust. Not a cheap apology nor a trembling vow, but something crafted. Intentional. An artist's promise to an artist.
[His fingers curl lightly at Ramuda's waist, gentle, but with that tell-tale tremor of someone holding his own ruin in his hands.]
You want both desires answered? Then watch me. I will craft something only I can make: a spectacle fierce enough to silence every haunting, every shadow, every doubt that claws at your throat.
Mon cher artiste... I will perform for you as though the world were our stage and the Tower our backdrop. And when the sword falls, because it always does, you will know I did not lie.
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...and regardless of so many things, this is in a barest sense of the word, a moment between the two of them. ]
Am I your artist? Your lover? Your sweet little dessert? [ he asks these things, but it's more of a reflex.
finally, ramuda moves, his own arms coming to wrap around this man who speaks of festruction and ruin. ]
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If you wish to be one, you are. If you wish to be all three, I will not deny you. But truthfully...
[He presses closer, lower, nearly forehead-to-forehead.]
...right now, you are simply the person I cannot bring myself to hurt. And that is far more dangerous than any title you could choose.
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well, at least he's going to be dead soon—he's never been surer of it in his entire life, which is saying something for someone who expects to die every day. ]
...I don't understand you, Lobelia. [ and he's not sure he believes you either, actually he's sure he doesn't. ninety-nine percent of his heart is sure he doesn't. it's that wiggling one percent, that damn one percent that made him so angry in the first place. ]
But I don't need to.
[ this is something ramuda never asks, even if he has his curiosities. in the future, he won't have, he'll never fully understand gentarou or dice. but that doesn't matter, because that's not what ramuda asks of people.
no, ramuda amemura wants something far simpler.
there's the slightest blush in spite of himself, the rarest treat of all. he moves a fraction of an inch closer, close enough that lobelia can likely feel the heat from his cheeks. ]
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Touching each other hurts, but tomorrow is guaranteed to hurt worse. That very human fear in Ramuda's eyes draws Lobelia closer. He closes the distance to share in Ramuda's pain, bringing their lips together, drawing him into a kiss that lasts, deep and binding.
When their lips part, Lobelia stays close enough to feel the warmth that flows from Ramuda. The humanity that has caused him such pains, but also rendered him vulnerable, beautiful, precious.]
Au contraire... you understand me in ways few do. My sharing that with you is not incidental, mon cher. You will take a part of me with you into the dark.
[A part that won't leave. A part that won't judge, condemn, or abandon him. The part that knows him and still dares to care.]
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ramuda was so angry before, but now he's just incredibly confused. sweet words don't mean anything to him, at least beyond the moment. a sugar high that he hops and skips over, one after the other. lobelia has complimented him in many ways and even if he's appreciated it every single time, they haven't moved his heart.
but what lobelia is saying now is— ]
Huh? I— [ his voice is a mix now of his two reflections. ] I will? You want me to have it?
[ of course he's been given things before. fancy things, heartfelt things, and they go in the pile of his trinkets, forgotten about it in a day or week or maybe even month. but ramuda is going to die soon and he won't be allowed to forget this. it will sit on him raw and settle somewhere, regardless of what he wants.
he's received plenty of gifts for himself, but none for the him that lobelia has seen. he's seen so much, too much, and ramuda's heart beats faster. painfully, and with something else warmer; contradictions again, his fingers still curled tightly. ]
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[He brushes his thumb along Ramuda's cheek, light as breath. The pain that follows does little to dissuade Lobelia. He's simply there, steady where Ramuda shakes.]
Not as a trinket. Not as something to be buried under brighter, sweeter things. As yours. Because you've seen me, too— more than you realize.
You think you feel nothing from my words... but look at you now. Your voice, your hands, your heart—
[He taps gently at Ramuda's sternum with two fingers.]
...your heart already know what it means.
[He tilts his forehead to Ramuda's, breath warm but soft, no pressure to move closer or pull away. However long Ramuda has spent with his own autonomy stripped from him, that ends now. If it's only for a night, then let one night be enough. Ramuda can have what he wants, take what he wants, knowing it's his to hold.]
And whatever happens next, whether you burn bright or break apart... that part of me will stay with you. Not to weigh on you.
You don't have to understand it now. Just feel it. For once, let something be real without having to be sweet.
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he won't drown, because he's way too stubborn to not fight back with everything he has to keep his head above the water. but it's still terrifying and raw, overwhelming in a way he's never felt before.
he jumps a little at the gentle taps but resettles just as quickly. naturally, like how things have come to be with them. ]
—it's cheating that you can hear my heart. [ can he pout while he's crying? that's the mess of a face he's making.
maybe he could hide in lobelia's robes? how silly, how stupid, but dumb thoughts like these are proof that he's letting himself feel.
(his heart already knows he's accepted it. he's still here, isn't he?) ]
...why do you always know what to say? [ this isn't a complaint at all. but it is him trying, very miserably, to understand what he's feeling. that there are as many ways for ramuda to disengage in talks like this as there are raindrops in a storm. but somehow, lobelia always threads the needle. if not with his words, with his actions, or as it is now, both. ]
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It stings, yes, but he can't let Ramuda go when he's in such a state. Lobelia is careful not to press too hard when he combs his fingers through Ramuda's hair. These hands were not meant to soothe, and yet they feel inclined to try anyway.]
I speak from the heart, mon cher. That's all. You make it easy to be honest.
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he lets his eyes slide closed, calming with the fingers in his hair even if he can still feel the pain elsewhere. this isn't how he thought this talk would go. why is he still here? and why doesn't he want to leave? ]
...then your heart is beautiful and warm. [ he doesn't usually talk like this, he's usually one for blatant flirting not heartfelt words. but it slips out, raw and unbidden in place of the tears that came before. ]
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[Does Lobelia sound bothered by this? Not at all. He knows what he is, he knows how others view him, and he's still fascinated that there's someone in this world who sees something ugly and calls it beautiful.
The pain doesn't keep Lobelia from tousling Ramuda's hair and kissing the top of his head.]
But you aren't blind to the ways of the world. You've seen its darkness and think to call my heart beautiful anyway. J'ai beaucoup de chance.
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I like that "rot". It's part of what makes you so interesting! [ he's hesitant to break the caress of fingers in his hair, so he settles for nuzzling his face into lobelia's chest instead. yeah it hurts, but expressing his affection is more important. ]
I wouldn't want you any other way. Je te jure.
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So he rewards him with another kiss, lips lingering against the fluffy top of Ramuda's head, luxuriating in his company.]
Vous êtes charmant. You know... I've lived most of my life alone, but you make me want to change my ways. Just a bit, of course.
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he's also still not moving from where he is, maybe soon, but for now the desire for comfort wins out. instead he leans upward to to press a kiss to lobelia's neck. ]
And I've lived my whole life with people, but never the same ones for too long. [ he pauses, wondering if he should provide an answer for an answer.
he really shouldn't. he hasn't forgotten why he originally came in here, but this moment is... ]
So, samesies? In reverse, or like a reflection!
[ please don't make him spell this out.
okay he will totally spell it out but his heart thumping like a rabbit betrays him anyway, especially in present company. ]
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Oui. "Samesies". I like the sound of that.
[And they can just continue to speak in their own language without bothering with making a big deal out of things other people sweat over for months. Two free spirits choosing each other is a beautiful thing, Lobelia thinks. He doesn't feel stifled by Ramuda at all, so it's the simplest thing in the world to promise him his companionship.]
...Heh. You're quite nervous, aren't you? Très mignon.
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Heyyyyy! I'm a lotta things right now! I was really mad and now I'm really happy? Yeah! And my head hurts a lil' but I'm doing my best!
[ really he is, in every way, even in the ways he usually runs away from. arggggh fine, he'll say it more plainly because lobelia called him out already. ]
Anyway! Then that's what we'll do ★! Which I think we were gonna do anyway but now we're reaaaaaaaally gonna do it, for more than just like, a day. We can have fun together wherever! Go wherever, together!
[ there's probably a word for this, but whatever it is, ramuda can't find it. he's completely lost control of his emotions, though the grin on his face is exuberant as he looks up at lobelia properly.
there's no point in hiding if the other party can just find you no matter how deep you dig is there? no, not if being exposed isn't unpleasant or painful, but rather nice, actually. ]
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[If Ramuda can handle Lobelia's nomadic lifestyle, he'll find that the world is a big, beautiful place full of limitless potential. From the look on Ramuda's face, Lobelia can tell he's already seriously considering his future— a happier one. One in which he's allowed to simply be himself and thrive.]
It may take some getting used to, but you will acclimate. Once you understand what it truly means to be free, you'll accept nothing less.
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a nomadic lifestyle suits ramuda far more than one where he has to put down roots; he's only done so in shibuya because it's what he was instructed to do and what he has to keep doing, he's a free spirit in every other sense of the word and at heart. ]
Lobeliaaaaaaa! [ sorry, he just needed to get that out there. ] You know I'm gonna hold you to that now, right? Even if— [ no he just cried, he's rejecting this emotion for now. ] —even if I become a stupid ghost!!!
I'd totally be the cutest onryo! I'd say I'm warning you, but it's too late now.
[ huff!!!
but despite the ridiculous way he's said it, ramuda truly means it. if you want him like this, then he's finally accepting it fully even if that was literally the last thing on his mind when he came storming in here. there is no Escape from this pink menance now in whatever form he comes in. ]
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Oui! And you should! I would not make a promise if I had no intention of keeping it.
[And Ramuda knows Lobelia has no problem being mean. If he didn't mean it, he'd certainly know it.]
Now, now... No need to fuss, though you are quite cute when you do. [pats for ramuda hehe] What is an onryo?
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