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[closed] Of monsters and men
Who: Yuki and Momo
When: 7/30ish
Where: Who knows
What: Bond time for the lovebirds
Warnings: None, unless you hate awkward sap. Will update if needed.
[So this is it. Momo's been... well, insistent at least that they Bond sooner rather than later. Yuki's run the full range of emotions from elated that he's going to be closer to Momo to nervous about the closeness, and even had a healthy dose of "it's not that serious and Momo already has another Bond so he knows what to do". But that aside, Yuki is Yuki, and he takes it on with a seriousness and gravity that maybe the less involved or attached would not.
In the weeks between their initial discussion of Bonding and now, Yuki has spent countless hours in the house, or any quiet, secluded place he finds comfortable, to write. The vows are like lyrics to him, words that have to communicate what he can't without feeling the pressure of his soul being bared. Music is and long will be the safe place to do it. Even just this morning, he was still making revisions to one sentence in particular, trying to make the melody Momo puts in his heart into something he won't trip over saying. To Yuki, it's important. Frankly, he wouldn't want anyone else to feel what he feels, or to be so intimately attached. Whether a Bond has a romantic component or not, it's still something that requires trust and understanding, and showing vulnerability that may be utterly frightening.
How does he tell Momo what that means to him? It's plagued him through rewrite after rewrite from the first brainstorming notes. How does he tell his partner, his favorite person, that he trusts him completely, that he's not going to let some basic fear of the unknown stop him? Whatever they must weather, they will, because they have for five plus years now, and because Yuki believes in Momo. And Yuki believes in Re:vale, too.
Vows written and done, practiced in solitude, Yuki had begged Momo for one last bit of privacy for a final test. They're meeting with the presiding witch in mere minutes. He's done all he can do, memorized every word, practiced on everything from cute animals to ripening fruit, and now he has to face the real thing.
It's not like he'll let himself be late, so he's the first one to arrive at the lovely little spot Momo chose. His fingers worry at a slightly worn piece of paper as his eyes scan the text again line by line.]
...this is fine. This is good enough.
When: 7/30ish
Where: Who knows
What: Bond time for the lovebirds
Warnings: None, unless you hate awkward sap. Will update if needed.
[So this is it. Momo's been... well, insistent at least that they Bond sooner rather than later. Yuki's run the full range of emotions from elated that he's going to be closer to Momo to nervous about the closeness, and even had a healthy dose of "it's not that serious and Momo already has another Bond so he knows what to do". But that aside, Yuki is Yuki, and he takes it on with a seriousness and gravity that maybe the less involved or attached would not.
In the weeks between their initial discussion of Bonding and now, Yuki has spent countless hours in the house, or any quiet, secluded place he finds comfortable, to write. The vows are like lyrics to him, words that have to communicate what he can't without feeling the pressure of his soul being bared. Music is and long will be the safe place to do it. Even just this morning, he was still making revisions to one sentence in particular, trying to make the melody Momo puts in his heart into something he won't trip over saying. To Yuki, it's important. Frankly, he wouldn't want anyone else to feel what he feels, or to be so intimately attached. Whether a Bond has a romantic component or not, it's still something that requires trust and understanding, and showing vulnerability that may be utterly frightening.
How does he tell Momo what that means to him? It's plagued him through rewrite after rewrite from the first brainstorming notes. How does he tell his partner, his favorite person, that he trusts him completely, that he's not going to let some basic fear of the unknown stop him? Whatever they must weather, they will, because they have for five plus years now, and because Yuki believes in Momo. And Yuki believes in Re:vale, too.
Vows written and done, practiced in solitude, Yuki had begged Momo for one last bit of privacy for a final test. They're meeting with the presiding witch in mere minutes. He's done all he can do, memorized every word, practiced on everything from cute animals to ripening fruit, and now he has to face the real thing.
It's not like he'll let himself be late, so he's the first one to arrive at the lovely little spot Momo chose. His fingers worry at a slightly worn piece of paper as his eyes scan the text again line by line.]
...this is fine. This is good enough.
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Still, the blinking and the soft, watery laugh probably gives him away before he stabilises his voice a bit.] Yuki...ah, now I have to make it quick, otherwise Momo-chan's going to cry before we're done...
[He takes a deep breath and lets it out, trying to settle himself. Even just enough that he can say what he wants to is fine - he didn't prepare overly because he wanted to be able to speak from the heart, but that might've been an advantage looking at what happened to Yuki.
His fingertips squeeze gently at Yuki's hands, as if grounding himself one more way before he begins.]
When we met properly, I...didn't know what I was going to do with myself. Your music gave me the strength to move on, but I didn't know what it was like to pursue something as myself and not part of something bigger. So even when I threw everything away to support you, the things I did selfishly to make sure you rose above everyone else - I just wanted it for you. The only thing I wanted was to see you succeed, because I didn't feel like anything else would be enough thanks for how you saved me. You deserve so much - thanks, recognition, adoration - and I wanted to make sure you got all of it.
[With or without him. He lets out a breath.] But when you looked at me and thought of me, in those ways that felt like you loved me, I realised for the first time I could be selfish. I was afraid of what you'd think of me, about so many things that all came down to my audacity. How I could never admit that...you were the first thing I ever wanted for myself. Even when we were struggling, you were so radiant and talented, so kind to me when I felt like I didn't deserve it, made me feel like I was being smiled on by a god. How could someone as selfish as I really was let that go?
[But he smiles, a more contented, accepting thing than back when he'd bawled in the passenger seat of Yuki's car calling himself a terrible person, the first time he'd admitted to those feelings.] So if I've dared to claim you as mine, then I'm going to make sure you never regret it. I'll do whatever it takes to protect you and make you happy, and make sure everyone sees how stunning you and your music are. I'm still your fan, deep down, but you let me be something more than the god's believer and the king's knight I planned to be when we teamed up, and I'll never stop being thankful for that.
[His fingers tighten.] Now that I can focus on the future, I've been able to honestly call myself your partner. And while we're here, it's just like I said back then. You can still run, and you can still sing. I won't let it end here for us. It still feels like I'm standing next to a king, or a god, but now I refuse to not be part of your legend. I won't let anyone break us apart, or take my place at your side. If I'm the person you've chosen to love, then I'll make sure you feel every little bit of how much I've ever loved you, that you never ever doubt that you're loved again. And as we keep moving forward, hand in hand like this...maybe one day, before someone writes our story, I'll be able to think of myself as your equal.
[He says those last few words with the slight air of someone saying something blasphemous, but he still says it. It's the kind of thing Yuki would've had to say for him prior to now, but he gets it out and holds himself together as Mirage rests her staff on their joined hands and murmurs an incantation.
The spell circle glows, light surging around them, and a deep energy coming from the core of their own selves is drawn forth, rushing through their connection, mingling and combining until it's impossible to tell apart. Momo remembers the feeling of having his magic signature tied to someone else's, the bizarre feeling of union that's hard for him to describe, so he keeps himself together until the immediacy of the fresh Bond and the feelings that come with it subside a bit and Mirage steps back, dispelling the circle.
And then he faceplants into Yuki's chest to hide his face, clinging to his shirt and sniffling quietly like they both don't already know he's about to turn into a waterfall and like Yuki isn't going to feel it soak through his shirt in about 0.5 seconds.]
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It's over before Yuki fully absorbs everything, and he hardly notices Mirage moving in. It's impossible to miss the rush and the strangeness of the Bond forming, but once it does, it feels to him like his heart and Momo's are beating together. Like their lives are intertwined unbreakably. And in that moment, Yuki feels safe. Kept. Treasured.
He throws his arms around Momo when he's clung to, ducking his head toward his partner.]
Momo... you're every bit as incredible as you think I am. You're my hero, you know.
[He smiles.]
My idol. The best.
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[He sounds happy despite his tearful, wavering tone, and Mirage gives them an affectionate, motherly sort of smile before winking.
"I think I'll leave you to it then, gents. Congratulations and all the best with it."
She murmurs something and taps her staff on the ground twice, and simply...disappears, in a shower of illusory glitter that falls upon the two of them before disappearing itself. Momo sniffles a few times, like he's trying to get hold of himself but failing miserably, and then tightens his grip on Yuki enough that his nails press into the back of his shoulders.]
You'll always be the best thing in the world to me, Yuki. My sweet, handsome gentleman. I love you.
[His voice is saying that, while his grip is pretty much just saying "mine" at this point. Yuki saying sweet things about him tends to tap into a very particular part of his brain.]
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I love you, Momo.
[He smiles faintly once he finally manages words.]
...which of us is coming up with the ground rules? The dos and do nots of Bonds? [Kidding.]
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Isn't that just the same sort of thing as the ground rules for when we live together? I already cleaned up the cottage, don't make me follow any more rules...
[Momo's house here had very much been his typical organised chaos when Yuki showed up, but like when they'd shared a house back in the day, he pulled himself in again to suit Yuki's preference for a neat house.]
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You being you is enough, in that case. I'll keep the rest of my requests to myself.
[He makes it sound like there's a list, but he's got his troll smirk going, so...]
Well, anyway. I do have one tiny one. Can we spend the rest of the day together? Just us. I mean... Even if we go out somewhere, you're the only thing I'll see.
[Swoon, peach boy.]
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Yuki, you're so handsome...how could I say no to a line like that? My heart's too weak against you...
[He reaches an arm around to rub the top of Yuki's head affectionately, like he's petting him. He has minimal gentle trolling recourse right now, so he'll just take the easy option.]
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But, you know what? They're riding high on this, so Yuki will play along. He moves Momo so he can dip him back like they're in some saucy ballroom pose. It skillfully makes him immune to head pats, of course.]
There's more where that came from.
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Did having to talk about your feelings like that unlock a secret emotional and sexy Yuki for the day? I must be super lucky!
[His voice is considerably less watery at this point, at least.]