[ White for purity, gold for love and wisdom, green for growth and renewal. They're colors well suited for the pair of them, and well-suited for a pair of lovers coming together. Green, he thinks, is their color. Hiyori lets out a happy little sigh as he imagines something extravagant and beautiful. He's been to several weddings in his time, each one as rich and luxurious and lovely. If his father wouldn't be happy to see him with a sickly youth, he would likely at least defrost a bit upon realizing they were in the same wealth class. ]
Mmn, we can do floral centerpieces on the table and surround them with candles, and have jars with sand and green leaves and floating candles... It might be hard to cut with a sword though, but I believe we could manage it.
[ It's probably not an idea he would be fond of once sober, but with enough drugs everything starts to seem like a wonderful idea. ]
Bachelor party? Ah, isn't it supposed to be planned by the groom's best friend? Maybe I can ask Emiri-chan~ ♪
That sounds nice. We can do both then. I want to pop them all~ ♪
[ It's like bubble wrap. There's something satisfying about squeezing the air bubbles until they burst. Balloons are teh same way, he'd like to take a needle and pop each and every single one to hear that loud burst and see the confetti drop out along with the gold and white remnants. It's a child's game rather than a wedding game, but the idea is entertaining and so he doesn't care.
As for Harai, well... ]
Hm... She'll make a funny face when I ask!
[ Which is clearly the most important than asking someone who would agree to it, or actually having it. He's not terribly attached to the idea. ]
[ Hiyori chuckles as he feels Komaeda's arms move around his own, and he does manage to lean over to kiss the top of his head, and it feels very nice and natural to have him there. It is traditional. Harai wouldn't agree, but it would funny to see her face, and he knows of a few others who might not mind doing so. He's not terribly close to anyone, but there's plenty who are fond enough of him. ]
Hm? Then I'll have to keep it a secret! Hm, we'll have to make sure you have one too.
[ That way it's fair. Komaeda doesn't have any close friends, but he has classmates. If they're not eager on their own, then they would certainly be convinced by the promise of other benefits... But surely there must be at least a few who would be amendable without that. ]
Where should we go for our honeymoon? What about St. Lucia~? ♡
[ His face is guided by that cool hand, and soft kisses come one after another. If he could, Hiyori would probably roll onto his side and pull Komaeda close, wrapping his arms around him and holding him close. He'd be overbearing with his affection, running his fingers through hair and kissing the top of his head and more with no regard. But his body is useless now, his body injured from top to bottom and heavy from drugs and his mind barely capable of thought. Such as it is, everything is on Komaeda's time and every action and movement and show of affection can be guided by his hand.
He searches his memory for what he knows about Dubai. It's a conservative and religious state, one that clings to a way of life that have no place in the era of information. He doesn't immediately object though. ]
[ It is, and he's not fond of that. It would be quite bothersome were the thought to occur to him. He nods a little, and Hiyori thinks he should get a bouquet one of these days. ]
Hm... I suppose it's not important where. It's who you're with. Besides, we can go to as many places as we want.
[ A honeymoon is a special time, but so is every trip thereafter. ]
[ Hiyori does. He's quite the fan. He's less so of religious states, but he doesn't see this as an objectionable idea at the present time. If anything, he's fixated on the idea of having a honeymoon at all. A cute honeymoon, going on vacations and trips with his cute husband, it's those thoughts that occupy him. ]
We should visit Hitachinaka sometime. We could stay for a day or two.
[ The way every action causes him pain isn't missed. Hiyori watches his back as he searches for an item that's not there, and he wonders if he should stop him. It would be bad if he reopened the wound. His hand does reach out though, taking a lock of hair and holding it for a moment before letting it slip through his fingers. He has no where that he can put it that isn't sore and sensitive, and so he lets his arm drop down to his side.
He thinks that might be the end of it, and it's easy for him to start dozing off during the short lull before he snaps back to awareness as he finds Komaeda hovering above him. It's not until there's a kiss pressed against his neck that he catches the implication, and he draws in a breath before swallowing. Cool lips press against his skin, and they could... It would be a poor idea, with both of them being drugged and injured, but they could. ]
[ STOP he's crippled and on opioids he's just helpless rn.
He does feel it, but it's like touching a numbed area. He feels it, but it's not as potent as it might have normally been. He leans his head back as Komaeda nibbles on it, though, and licking the area thereafter proves more lucrative. There's a soft gasp, followed by a shiver as he moves up to his ear. Warm breath in his ear, that soft voice, and it's like being given an electric shock. ]
We're b--mmph...
[ He loses his train of thought as those kisses continue. His lips are cool, just like the rest of him, and it compliments the warmth of his breath well. Hiyori's hand slides up his arm around to his back. His breath is growing more shallow. Where was he? ]
... Injured...
[ He's missing most of a word there, but at least he kept the sentence. This isn't the best idea for either of them right now. ]
[ "i'm not even attracted to you" just like makes it worse
Love can be hurting the one you love, and love can protecting the one you love from harm, and it so happens to be the latter here. A person suffering for his sake loses its charm when that person is so eager to do so for anyone and everyone. It's no different than a person who sleeps with anyone. It doesn't bother him, but there's nothing beautiful or charming about it, it's dull and gray and as uninteresting as those who are so deathly afraid o pain or intimacy that they should never indulge in it. Those people need to be remade, broken down and built up into something that glimmers and shines.
The painkillers are numbing, and he can't indulge in it like he might if he weren't in this state, but that doesn't mean he it hadn't felt nice. Hiyori sighs and reaches his hand out, the back of his fingers brushing against his back. ]
Don't be like that. You're worse than Mii-chan.
[ Always so sensitive, always sulking. His mind must be gone to be so direct. It's like opening up a time capsule and finding a letter from the past, just a little bit of the Sou Hiyori that had been shown to others before he perfected every piece of himself. A teenager with a natural charisma and leadership skills, graceful and refined and who loved all around him, but a teenager nonetheless - one who had easy moments with friends, one who teased him and gave nicknames to see how they reacted, and so much more.
In those days there was the Sou Hiyori who was the ideal student, and then there was the one who existed around his friends - just two simple masks, ah, but he has so many more now. ]
They're going to put you in a different room if you hurt yourself, and then I won't even have my cute husband here... You'll be released long before I am as it is...
[ Komaeda will be released, and he'll be left alone once more until he can convince them to let him leave. Perhaps if he volunteers Namida to do at home care. He won't accept a caregiver or anything similar, as the world is full of incompetent people who call themselves "talented" and he wants his body touched by none of them, but himself and Namida are among the few truly worthy of being called such. ]
[ The beeping of the heart monitor, which had grown more rapid for a brief period, returns to its former steady pace. The sound is as grating as before, but their conversation had been a nice distraction. He frowns a little at the mention of therapy before the vapid smile returns to his face.
ASUNARO was capable of miraculous things. So long as he remains here, Hiyori be given access to experimental surgeries and treatments - ones which had already been tested on lesser patients and found to be safe enough - that will allow him to recover faster than any normal patient might. But even with that, it will be weeks and perhaps even months before he's released and even longer before he makes a full recovery.
How cruel, to complain about his talent growing dull only to ensure that he'll have no means to utilize it. He wouldn't be allowed to go back until he could perform at his best. ]
I'll recover quickly, and when I get out I can propose to you properly. You'll have to tell me your ring size.
[ He reaches his hand out to take Komaeda's own. It takes him a moment of groping about to find it in the dark, but once he finds purchase he'll bring it up until he can brush his lips against the back of those thin fingers. ]
Are you tired? Ah, then I won't trouble you any further...
[ There are things that he could say, questions that he could ask, but he settles for guiding Komaeda's hand down onto the bed between them. He'll continue to grip it with his own, but it's a feeble grip when compared to how tightly he normally hangs on - as though he won't let Komaeda escape no matter what - and it will be easy enough to pull away from if he so chooses. ]
[ me too just kill him already... Those thin, cool fingers brush against his lips, and a tremor runs down his spine in turn. He's certain that it won't be an issue, he may share a bed with his husband, but he doesn't mind laying int he dark like this. His eyes are beginning to adjust enough to see his outline, and what he can't see he can hear and feel - a soft hand in his own, a face that's so close that their noses are touching,the slight crinkle of the bed and shuffling of sheets accompanied that precede a quiet voice that's music to his ears. ]
Mmn... I won't let it come to that...
[ He seems confident in this, but then he seems confident in everything. He slowly moves his head back and forth so that their noses brush up against one another. ]
What is it, Komaeda-kun?
[ Whil he waits for Komaeda's action, he ponders wonders what would be a cute nickname for him... Kochan? Nagi-kun? ]
If you take a single strawberry, it'll only make you hungrier... It's best to pass it by, but you... might see if there's a house nearby in the field.
[ If one could find a house, they might find people. If those people wouldn't give you food, they might at least offer up a glass of water. Humans can survive a surprisingly long time without food, some fasting for weeks at a time, but water is essential to preserving throughout that time.
The needle starts to slide out with that little tug, and as drugged as he is Hiyori barely notices. It takes just one or two more to remove it completely, and his fingers twitch as the sensation hits him, but there's little more than that. The thought of being cut off from the drugs that are numbing him doesn't occur to him at all. His mind remains on the field presented to him for just a moment before moving onto something else. ]
[ Regardless of whether or not he's hear this particular question, it's likely enough that he's heard similar, but unfortunately the nature of it doesn't quite register as it normally might. In fact, it reminds him more of how people will pluck off a few grapes in the grocery store or indulge in other grazing habits. His head starts to turn as he feels the needle slide out, but he's quickly drawn back by the temptation being set in front of him. ]
No, no... I'd like to think that I have more sense than that.
[ Manners, amongst other things. Hiyori is many things, and he indulges as he wishes, but mindlessly plucking fruit off a vine in someone's field due to a little inconvenience is beneath him. ]
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Mmn, we can do floral centerpieces on the table and surround them with candles, and have jars with sand and green leaves and floating candles... It might be hard to cut with a sword though, but I believe we could manage it.
[ It's probably not an idea he would be fond of once sober, but with enough drugs everything starts to seem like a wonderful idea. ]
Bachelor party? Ah, isn't it supposed to be planned by the groom's best friend? Maybe I can ask Emiri-chan~ ♪
[ She'll probably make a cute face if he does. ]
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[ It's like bubble wrap. There's something satisfying about squeezing the air bubbles until they burst. Balloons are teh same way, he'd like to take a needle and pop each and every single one to hear that loud burst and see the confetti drop out along with the gold and white remnants. It's a child's game rather than a wedding game, but the idea is entertaining and so he doesn't care.
As for Harai, well... ]
Hm... She'll make a funny face when I ask!
[ Which is clearly the most important than asking someone who would agree to it, or actually having it. He's not terribly attached to the idea. ]
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Hm? Then I'll have to keep it a secret! Hm, we'll have to make sure you have one too.
[ That way it's fair. Komaeda doesn't have any close friends, but he has classmates. If they're not eager on their own, then they would certainly be convinced by the promise of other benefits... But surely there must be at least a few who would be amendable without that. ]
Where should we go for our honeymoon? What about St. Lucia~? ♡
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He searches his memory for what he knows about Dubai. It's a conservative and religious state, one that clings to a way of life that have no place in the era of information. He doesn't immediately object though. ]
Why there?
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Hm... I suppose it's not important where. It's who you're with. Besides, we can go to as many places as we want.
[ A honeymoon is a special time, but so is every trip thereafter. ]
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[ Hiyori does. He's quite the fan. He's less so of religious states, but he doesn't see this as an objectionable idea at the present time. If anything, he's fixated on the idea of having a honeymoon at all. A cute honeymoon, going on vacations and trips with his cute husband, it's those thoughts that occupy him. ]
We should visit Hitachinaka sometime. We could stay for a day or two.
[ The Hitachi Seaside Park is beautiful. ]
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He thinks that might be the end of it, and it's easy for him to start dozing off during the short lull before he snaps back to awareness as he finds Komaeda hovering above him. It's not until there's a kiss pressed against his neck that he catches the implication, and he draws in a breath before swallowing. Cool lips press against his skin, and they could... It would be a poor idea, with both of them being drugged and injured, but they could. ]
Ah... That might be difficult.
[ He's stuck. ]
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He does feel it, but it's like touching a numbed area. He feels it, but it's not as potent as it might have normally been. He leans his head back as Komaeda nibbles on it, though, and licking the area thereafter proves more lucrative. There's a soft gasp, followed by a shiver as he moves up to his ear. Warm breath in his ear, that soft voice, and it's like being given an electric shock. ]
We're b--mmph...
[ He loses his train of thought as those kisses continue. His lips are cool, just like the rest of him, and it compliments the warmth of his breath well. Hiyori's hand slides up his arm around to his back. His breath is growing more shallow. Where was he? ]
... Injured...
[ He's missing most of a word there, but at least he kept the sentence. This isn't the best idea for either of them right now. ]
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Love can be hurting the one you love, and love can protecting the one you love from harm, and it so happens to be the latter here. A person suffering for his sake loses its charm when that person is so eager to do so for anyone and everyone. It's no different than a person who sleeps with anyone. It doesn't bother him, but there's nothing beautiful or charming about it, it's dull and gray and as uninteresting as those who are so deathly afraid o pain or intimacy that they should never indulge in it. Those people need to be remade, broken down and built up into something that glimmers and shines.
The painkillers are numbing, and he can't indulge in it like he might if he weren't in this state, but that doesn't mean he it hadn't felt nice. Hiyori sighs and reaches his hand out, the back of his fingers brushing against his back. ]
Don't be like that. You're worse than Mii-chan.
[ Always so sensitive, always sulking. His mind must be gone to be so direct. It's like opening up a time capsule and finding a letter from the past, just a little bit of the Sou Hiyori that had been shown to others before he perfected every piece of himself. A teenager with a natural charisma and leadership skills, graceful and refined and who loved all around him, but a teenager nonetheless - one who had easy moments with friends, one who teased him and gave nicknames to see how they reacted, and so much more.
In those days there was the Sou Hiyori who was the ideal student, and then there was the one who existed around his friends - just two simple masks, ah, but he has so many more now. ]
They're going to put you in a different room if you hurt yourself, and then I won't even have my cute husband here... You'll be released long before I am as it is...
[ Komaeda will be released, and he'll be left alone once more until he can convince them to let him leave. Perhaps if he volunteers Namida to do at home care. He won't accept a caregiver or anything similar, as the world is full of incompetent people who call themselves "talented" and he wants his body touched by none of them, but himself and Namida are among the few truly worthy of being called such. ]
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ASUNARO was capable of miraculous things. So long as he remains here, Hiyori be given access to experimental surgeries and treatments - ones which had already been tested on lesser patients and found to be safe enough - that will allow him to recover faster than any normal patient might. But even with that, it will be weeks and perhaps even months before he's released and even longer before he makes a full recovery.
How cruel, to complain about his talent growing dull only to ensure that he'll have no means to utilize it. He wouldn't be allowed to go back until he could perform at his best. ]
I'll recover quickly, and when I get out I can propose to you properly. You'll have to tell me your ring size.
[ He reaches his hand out to take Komaeda's own. It takes him a moment of groping about to find it in the dark, but once he finds purchase he'll bring it up until he can brush his lips against the back of those thin fingers. ]
Are you tired? Ah, then I won't trouble you any further...
[ There are things that he could say, questions that he could ask, but he settles for guiding Komaeda's hand down onto the bed between them. He'll continue to grip it with his own, but it's a feeble grip when compared to how tightly he normally hangs on - as though he won't let Komaeda escape no matter what - and it will be easy enough to pull away from if he so chooses. ]
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Mmn... I won't let it come to that...
[ He seems confident in this, but then he seems confident in everything. He slowly moves his head back and forth so that their noses brush up against one another. ]
What is it, Komaeda-kun?
[ Whil he waits for Komaeda's action, he ponders wonders what would be a cute nickname for him... Kochan? Nagi-kun? ]
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[ If one could find a house, they might find people. If those people wouldn't give you food, they might at least offer up a glass of water. Humans can survive a surprisingly long time without food, some fasting for weeks at a time, but water is essential to preserving throughout that time.
The needle starts to slide out with that little tug, and as drugged as he is Hiyori barely notices. It takes just one or two more to remove it completely, and his fingers twitch as the sensation hits him, but there's little more than that. The thought of being cut off from the drugs that are numbing him doesn't occur to him at all. His mind remains on the field presented to him for just a moment before moving onto something else. ]
I love you, Komaeda-kun... ♡
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No, no... I'd like to think that I have more sense than that.
[ Manners, amongst other things. Hiyori is many things, and he indulges as he wishes, but mindlessly plucking fruit off a vine in someone's field due to a little inconvenience is beneath him. ]
You don't believe me?
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three days later i realize that i didn't post this the first time i wrote it
STOP THIS IS WHY I'M SICK OF IT
ur right, this is his life now. i think they both desereve this
NOT THEIR PORN ERA it kind of is, we should record them
u mean komaeda's blackmail material
NOT HIS SPERM SWIPING... see the blackmail material is to ensure he'll be a good father
STOP IT'S WHAT HE DESERVES i'm ending this
STOP I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE i'm happy for both of them, the start of their family
HIS FIRST AND LAST NUT 753 TAGS LATER
STOP HE DIDN'T EVEN LET KOMAEDA CUM INSIDE, HE DOESN'T DESERVE IT
I KNOW, SO I'M GOING TO RUIN IT FOR HIM!!
I HATE THAT ABOUT HIM, HE'S SICK IN THE HEAD
CLOSES MY EYES SO I DO NOT SEE IT
I OPENED THEM AND IMMEDIATELY REGRETTED IT
I FEEL LIKE I NEED AN EXORCISM RN
I GOTTA RID MYSELF OF THIS EVIL ONCE AND FOR ALL
NOT UR BOO... OK YEAH HE'S MY HUSBAND I GUESS I'M STUCK WITH HIM
HE REALLY IS IT'S PRETTY CUTE OF HIM NGL
my definition of cute is objectively correct
ok i can't even deny that, insanity is everything that i know and love