.:Winter Stars:.

[filialdeception]

Who: Meng Yao, etc
What: A couple prompts.
Where: Place(s) in Yogen.
When: Various time(s) in December.
Warnings: Should be none.

This is just another tailored post for potential prompts. In the event you would like one/plan out one, please feel free to reach out to me via discord at #seraphkingdhaos#8538 or on plurk at leyfi.

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[filialdeception]

[ Meng Yao doesn't fault Rantarou for needing a moment, honestly, when he says that he should answer him properly. After all, what he's just said was—is—kind of a big deal, and...

Well, he spots the warm and affectionate smile on his face, and he feels like it really is going to be fine. Whatever his answer is going to be, that is.

Which is probably all the more proof he has it bad, really, but he's come too far in this to feel ashamed by that. As Rantarou continues along, speaking, he can feel himself grow happy that they feel the same about having met each other here. It's funny, he thinks, that in a place like this they had managed to find someone that they could trust. Someone that they could rely on, no matter what.

And truthfully? Whatever else he had been thinking dissipates when Rantarou wraps up what he's saying. ]

Oh...then you—

[ He cuts himself off for a moment, before managing another smile, with a touch of relief but so open, so warm. ]

I'm glad, it makes me really happy to hear that from you...whatever kind of difficulties await us in the future, they already feel smaller than what they may be. I have always looked forward to the time we spent together, but I can't help feeling that sentiment has increased even moreso.

...Ah, sorry, I believe I'm just a little overjoyed. [ ... ] Though perhaps that's not a bad thing, either.

[sisters]

No, ( he shakes his head, smiling all the while. ) I think you're right. It feels like... as long as you're willing to stay by my side, I can face anything. I'd say that's definitely something worth being happy about.

( and all the while, amami will close that remaining distance — a deep breath is the only betrayal of the courage he's gathering to do so as his fingertips ghost against meng yao's waist, inviting him to be the one to close what little space he leaves between them. just forward enough to show his intent; just cautious enough to leave the opportunity for the other to sidestep it. with so little separating them, however, it does make it easy for amami to bring his other hand up, where he gently tucks some of the hair that frames meng yao's features behind his ear instead, resting it there.

with that, he absently brushes his thumb along the surface of meng yao's cheek, peering down to his lips for a long moment, and his words are tentative, testing the waters. judging by the playfulness that colours his expression, however — shining expectant and hopeful — he's not too nervous about the answer he'll receive. with the faintest tilt of his head, his eyes flick back up to meet meng yao's again. )

You don't mind, do you?

( it'd be a little embarrassing to say out loud, but... amami feels like he owes him a little better than that first kiss, if this is going to be their relationship. )

[filialdeception]

...Good. I'm happy that we think the same.

[ His heart's pounding, now for a different reason than it had been earlier—during and before the confession, that is. But the difference is remarkable, and far more pleasant, as it feels like the race of anxiety-driven feelings, and more along something borne from an unrestrained happiness. Of course, that is because it is.

As Rantarou closes the distance between the two of them, Meng Yao shifts slightly, more into the other's space to indicate he's more than welcoming of the gesture. For a moment, he even closes his eyes, savoring the light but pleasant feathery touch of the other tucking those strands of hair behind his ear. When he reopens them, his gaze is warm, affectionate, and captivated, as he feels the loving brush of the thumb against his cheek.

One of his own hands reaches out to rest against the other's cheek, briefly, before moving to lie gently against the other's back. ]

No, I don't mind at all. Something to commemorate the true beginning of our time together, right?

[ There's a slight teasing air, but no, he knows what Rantarou is aiming for. And he is too willing to welcome another kiss, especially right now, so of course he is already leaning forward to make it all too easy. ]

[sisters]

( they always do — in the things that matter, at least.

but it's a relief when meng yao closes that last distance between them, inspiring in amami the confidence to wrap his arm around him, resting it at the small of his back as he pulls meng yao against himself. any lingering winter cold is long forgotten, close enough now that the warmth of their breath mingles as he replies. his voice comes out soft — fond and gentle. )

Right.

( it's something like that, at least; also a little bit, just because he wants to. a little bit to test the waters, leaning into the possibility that he hadn't himself considered before today, but doesn't find himself at all opposed to.

and up this close, it's easy to see — the way his eyes begin to crease in the corners at his smile, warm and bright even while the same on his cheeks betrays some nervousness, embarrassment even in his forwardness. he's not one to let something so simple as that stop him from conveying his feelings though, and as his eyes fall closed, he leans down in turn so that their lips can meet. )