The laugh she lets out is light and despite how much she wants to just sit and talk about how sadistically happy they will be, her lips find his in a gentle kiss. A loving one. Full of emotion, so much that her hand rests against his cheek and a small, unintentional spark leaps out of her palm. "Oh! I'm sorry. You've got me a bit off kilter."
"Oh it doesn’t matter when, the only thing that ever mattered was the answer! And yes, you’re mine as I am yours, we can set the world on fire with nukes now…" Snickering, he throws her over his shoulder, patting her butt as he carries her to the sofa, dropping down on it with her somehow (absolutely not intentionally whatsoever…) finding her way into his lap (wow). "Well look who we have here!"
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If it’s not me, No one can control you.
If it’s not you, No one can touch me.
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taichouya replied to your post “You know some say there’s sentiment to be held in every single thing...”
Welcoming her into his arms, he chuckles and drops dainty kisses all over her face, finally settling on her lips. "And I love you. I love you. Come on, let's go--cuddle and kiss some more."
"When did you leave this? I've been...gone. I'm sorry. I work too much, I know." the letter remains clutched to her chest as her eyes flutter shut, accepting each kiss with a smile. "So we're...a thing. Like normal people? Cuddles and kissing and I bought all of those things we'd discussed but they are all up in my apartment. I doubt you can pry me away right now."
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You know some say there’s sentiment to be held in every single thing you say to someone, but I always found myself disagreeing, not giving a particular shit if people cared for what I said to them and if they took it personally, offensively or indifferent otherwise.
But then I met you.
That fated day where I fought that pain in the ass Arrancar, may have actually been a blessing in disguise.
Because now, I feel like wanting to make you treasure and cherish everything I say and do for you like never before. Starting right now, as you, Lee Hyeri, are the single most beautiful organism on the godforsaken planet, both in my realm and yours. You’re the glimmer in my eyes, the skip to my heart, the whole reason I feel like I’ve an actual purpose here after all and I don’t want these feelings to ever end.
You may think you’re a monster and I may believe I’m insane, but together we cancel out these so called flaws we see in our souls (dare I say) and you bring out the side of me which died god knows how many years ago.
And I must confess, I can never find myself living without you, so here’s a question coming in too late…
Will you give me the smug sense of satisfaction and desire that entails us being together forever? I mean, dating is a casual word, I want the world and I want you, I am at your beck and call, your wish is my command, should your darkest desires need that fuel then I will worship you and obey you, my songbird princess.
- Howon.
She treated the piece of paper as if it was a piece of glass, each word he'd written etched into its surface with such care that Hyeri was positive this letter would last until they both perished in the other's arms because for some time now, that's how she hoped she would die. Wrapped around the snarky boy she'd met in the rain when the world finally withered away around them. The emotion, the word 'love' had only been spent on one man. Her pseudo father that she feared she may never meet again, yet each moment further she spent with Hoya the emotion she'd thought reserved only for Cable burnt inside of her. So hot and so fierce that sometimes she feared the phoenix had finally come for her.
Two floors down and into his apartment, she didn't run though because she kept reading. Maybe ten times from the path starting from her door to his. Without bothering to knock, she gingerly tucked the letter back into the envelope that had contained it.
"Howon?" she'd never muttered that name before. He'd never really used it just as Hyeri was a foreign thing for her to say but god, whenever he uttered it....it was true music. But right now she wanted a symphony from him, though once she found him she realized that she was to play the first note.
Into his arms within minutes she was, body threatening to burst with the sparks her skin would absorb from his. She couldn't give him many things. Maybe she could give him only chaos and death in the end but until then..
With the envelope still in her hands, she looked up at him with glassy teardrop rimmed eyes and muttered the only words that would matter to her for an eternity.
"I love you."
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What doesn’t kill me—-
has made a powerful enemy.
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