Well they're pretty rare and require a specialized environment plus care. [ boop! goes his pocket back into existence. he'll have to search properly later on his lighthouse but he's already pricing out what's out there. ]
I was thinking of buying a cabin and land on a higher floor for fishing, so buying additional land on top of that shouldn't be hard. It'll be more challenging if you want a specific species and color [ he assumes of course, that tatara would want one that's some combination of red, blue or purple. ] but Haculing owes me a favor or three...
[ by the look of his pocket he's already several steps into this whole dino process. ]
[ Okay, but Aguero's response tells him that it is possible, and he's so bewildered by the revelation that he bursts out laughing.
There's a bit of delight in there, too. Mentally, he puts ride a dinosaur on his bucket list. ]
Aguero. [ Laughter still on his lips and in his eyes he reaches up to put a hand to Aguero's cheek, directing his attention back to him and the book. ] We can get a dinosaur later.
[ He lifts the book again!! ] I want to learn how to read.
[ oh, hello. that redirects his attention instantly, though half his braincells are still somewhere in dinosaur land. he blinks, eyes wide and bright. ]
Learn how to read? [ their pockets handle day to day translation, though that is verbally only (a reading mode does exist but that's on premium models with a bit more manual input required). ]
Did something happen? I told the rest of them that if you needed help— [ stop him now before he goes on another tangent, this one about how much he needs to throttle his team for letting tatara and therefore himself down.the dino braincells are already whirring into punishment mode. ]
[ That's such a cute look on his face. As much as Tatara wants to sit here and admire it until the sun rises, he knows that if he leaves him for too long, he'll end up with both a dinosaur ranch and a personal attendant that will read everything for him.
His fingers dance on his cheek, hopefully catching his attention again. ]
Nothing happened. [ He reassures, so he doesn't start spiraling. ] I just want to make sure I'm buying the right ingredients when I go to the store. [ That's the biggest reason, but. ] And I want to help you more, one day. And maybe I'll want to read books...
Tatara— [ reflexive to the fingers on his cheek, his own coming up to wrap around the ones dancing across his skin, like how a cat would when someone tickles it's belly. his initial reaction aside, aguero tries to piece his real thoughts together.
it makes sense really, given how their positions were now reversed. aguero remembers how he felt trying to get his footing with the simple things like riding a broom when he could have just asked for help. he's independent and tatara is a free spirit, the most precious thing in his life and all the universes combined; not something to be locked away in a vault and kept all to himself—even if he'd still rather provide for him rather than the other way around. lucky for them that this battle usually just ends up in them both spoiling each other equally, which is why they're here. ]
Okay. [ "But if someone did say something to you, I'll skin them alive." is the implication. ]
I can teach you how to read if you want, but it might be easier to get a tutor.
[ he won't insist on it, but his pragmatism deems that he needs to say it regardless. his eyes fall to the dinobook with a bemused expression. ]
[ A tutor? Hrrrrmmm... But Tatara likes the thought of Aguero hand-teaching him how to read...
Or maybe he just likes the idea of Aguero giving him hands-on instruction in anything, really.
Gears whirr, he thinks harder, puts the thought aside. ]
Yes! [ He wiggles on him again with a bright, excited smile, and presses the book to his chest. Take it!! ]
Maybe you can get me a tutor later. [ Once he's got some of the basics down. If he can get past this impulse like the rest of his short-lived hobbies. And once they're both on the same page of his learning. ] But for now, I want to hear your voice talking about dinosaurs.
Tatara. [ repeated again, this time for the wiggling. his braincells have made a rapid journey from dinos to stabbing to learning and back again, have mercy.
a sigh, both fond and exasperated as he takes the book. ]
As much as I like how you look up there, you won't be able to see the letters like that. [ he shifts to sitting up right, taking tatara with him. ]
Turn around. [ another thing he repeats again tonight, though in a mostly different context. mostly. he'll encourage tatara to move between his legs too, also in a different context from the usual ✨. ]
[ There's a light chuckle on Tatara's lips when he hears that exasperation, a sign he knows means Aguero is giving in. Once his hands are free and he's shifted around, he puts his hands to his chest to keep himself in place. Definitely just to keep himself in place. That's the only reason. ]
Yay!
[ He's been looking forward to this all day!
He obediently does as he's told and turns around, pressing his back up against Aguero's chest. He shifts in his spot and sinks into the blankets, making himself comfortable in between his legs (in a different context from the usual).
He tilts his head to glance up and behind him, eyes sparkling. He's ready! ]
[ the fact that his boyfriend is so cute is a crime no matter what world they're in. his expression softens (not that it wasn't already), and he leans to plant a quick kiss on tatara's nose. much safer than a kiss to the lips with all the jostling and touching that he's still not really complaining about. ]
I haven't done this in a while so I might be rusty. [ or more accurately, he's never really done this period but he's not going to admit that now. learning macsethian and the khun family language was done with drills and workbooks, sterile, cold, and effective. in the family academy however, there were certain plays taught related to the glory of the Great Families and Zahard.
does this mean he's going to read this simple children's storybook like he's reading this world's version of Hamilton? very possibly.
with a bright, shiny, glossy cover, this kids book is about a mother dinosaur telling her baby dinosaur about herself. ]
If you want me to pause at some point, let me know.
[ aguero takes a breath, his expression shifting to one way too serious for this. ]
[ since the speaker is the mommy dinosaur, he's absolutely pitching his voice higher for this along with really trying to sell the inflections in the dino's dismay. ]
Little Dinosaurs, Big Feelings
When I was young, I was worried about lots of things.
"I lost my toy!"
"There are too many things to do and it's making my tummy hurt!"
Being nestled in Aguero's arms like this, at the end of the day, warm and comfortable, makes for a suddenly very sleepy Tatara. He feels the way his voice resonates in his chest and into his back, and the serene timbre of his voice, and he finds his mind immediately wanting not to concentrate on the story. Ahhh...
But he powers through. He follows along with the sounds and the symbols on the page and does his best to commit them to memory. He'll probably come back to this story in the morning. ]
Feelings. [ He runs his finger over the letters on the page, mapping sounds to glyphs, then peers up backwards at Aguero again. ] I like talking about my feelings.
[ this is torture, truly. aguero wants to do nothing more than wrap around tatara completely and kiss him until they both fall asleep. and then kiss him more in his dreams for good measure.
but like tatara, aguero is determined to see this through, mostly. he turns the page but doesn't start reading the next lines, at least not yet. ]
Do you? I like talking about my feelings, but only with you. [ because tatara is the only one who's actually able to help him understand just how he feels, both the good and the bad. though it's decidedly mostly good nowadays.
his lips speak his magic word, uttered scarcely these days except when it's just the two of them; something else they can share only with each other. in the air in front of them, the glyphs I love you form, vibrant and blue. ]
I love you. [ he reads, smiling down at the coral and the fireworks he loves so much. ]
[ Only with him? Hehe. A grin bursts over Tatara's face, like he just won a prize. He wants Aguero's feelings so he can keep them all to himself.
There's a little shiver of anticipation when he hears his magic, and the light of the glyphs grab his attention. His eyes drop again, regrettably leaving Aguero, and he stares at the words in front of him. ]
—I love you.
[ There's only a slight pause before he speaks, as what Aguero says and what he's written connect in his mind. In an instant, goosebumps bloom over his skin; in this moment, it feels like he's getting his love in yet another way, one he's never had before, and he feels like he's going to explode. ]
I love you. [ He says it again, this time with more conviction. There's a big, silly grin on his face when he leans his head back again, and he raises a hand, all fingers balled into a fist but his index. ]
[ does it count as misbehaving if tatara asked for it? asked for it in a manner of speaking because this is aguero. he drinks in the silly smile and the warmth that flutters in his chest, but he wants more because how could he not?
he mouths his magic word and then dips down to press his lips against tatara's hand, fist and all. his index finger begins to glow a bright red, for obvious reasons. ]
Write it in Macsethian and Japanese. I want your love for me twice.
[ There's a little twinkle in his eye, like he's about to disobey Aguero. A fraction of a moment of tension where Tatara just grins up at him, bright red finger wiggling in the air. ]
Just twice?
[ He turns his attention to Aguero's writing.
Slowly, he copies the Macsethian. I love you, he writes, reciting as he does: ] I...love...you...
[ He pauses. He can feel his heart pounding, and he wonders if Aguero can feel that. Huh. It's almost like he's telling him he loves him all over again, fresh.
He grins.
好き, he writes underneath. ] Su-ki. I like you. As a friend, and as a partner.
[ 大好き, he writes under that. ] Dai-su-ki. I adore you. You make me so happy whenever we're together.
[ 恋してる, again, underneath. ] Koi-shite-ru. I'm in love with you. I can never get enough of your lips or your touch.
[ ...Hmm. Are they going to get through this dinosaur book?
Finally, at the very bottom, he writes the last one: 愛してる. ]
Ai-shite-ru. I love you. I love your everything—your past, your present, your future, your blues and your purples, your happiness and your sadness and your anger. I want to keep all of it for myself.
[ And to top it off, he writes it in Macsethian again, his writing comically shaky compared to the way he writes in Japanese.
[ as much as he asked for this, it still feels like an ambush. he manages to keep his poised grin through 好き but it quickly melts away at 大好き, his skin flush at 恋してる, and by the time 愛してる floats in the air he presses himself forward in a futile attempt to hide his face.
it doesn't work because he'll never ever hide from tatara but also because he's too tall. ]
Tatara. [ the dino book tumbles from his hand into their laps. ]
Te quiero con todo mi corazón. [ "I love you with all my heart."
he's not writing that one, mostly because he's flustered. ]
I'll teach you my family language one day too. Since you'll be a Khun it'll be your right to learn it.
[ When Aguero folds into him Tatara laughs loud, and bright. He lifts his arms to cradle the back of his head, grip his leg, whatever he can grab. It's not exactly prime hugging position, but he has to hold him in some way, somehow.
He recognizes the language, mostly as the one he was yelling in when he had that fight with Bruno (it feels so long ago now, like a distant memory). It tickles him, and the lightness in his chest reminds him of the day they decided to start dating. ]
I can't wait. [ To learn the language, to know Aguero in a deeper level. But more importantly— ] I can't wait to marry you.
[ because that's the most important part here obviously, ]
[ Tatara lifts his left hand, where sits the ring Aguero gave him all those months ago back in the other world, in his lighthouse. The metal is warm against his skin now, and the sensation is comfortable and familiar. Weird to think he didn't used to wear anything there once. He wiggles his fingers, trying to catch Aguero's attention with it.
He presses the side of his face against him, nuzzling him lightly. ]
Another one? [ He sounds almost incredulous, but it's mostly a tease. He would wear every ring his boyfriend gave him.
He likes this one a lot, though. ]
How many rings do you think I can fit on my finger?
[ Matching wedding bands. For some reason, that's a thought Tatara hadn't considered, though he knows it's inevitable. That sends a searing heat over his face—then everyone will know they're inseparable, and that Tatara belongs to Aguero.
He tilts his head slightly, just to look at him out of the corner of his eye. Hard to get a proper look at him like this, but he prefers the contact right now. ]
[ why would he be? a million and one reasons aguero thinks—okay not that many, but more than a couple. they have nothing to do with commitment or devotion, he's known for a while now that tatara is his everything and nothing and no one could make him doubt that. but there's the matter of safety, of what other people will think: aguero doesn't care about the whispers, not anymore, but attention like that can be suffocating. not that he thinks tatara is weak either, but he'll always, always want to protect his most prized treasure from anything bad in all the worlds and all the universes.
but all of those thoughts in his head go quiet when he hears that almost comically simple answer. this is why he knows they're perfect for each other, because no one else has ever had the ability to quiet his anxieties and worries so easily. ]
Mmn. [ an unintentional mirror back, the sky reflecting nothing but coral. ]
[ it's right then that aguero knows what he has to do. he shifts tatara so he can look at him properly, so he can admire his reds that match his own.
sometimes the hardest things to say are the easiest. ]
Have I told you how beautiful you are today? [ this is tatara's only warning, that question and aguero taking his left hand to entwine in his own. the jewels in the ring seem to glow faintly, resonating with the heart from which they came from. ]
Tatara Totsuka, will you marry me? [ aguero's always imagined he would ask this properly, with the full weight it deserves after a date or maybe on a vacation or holiday. when they were both dressed to the nines with the sun or the moon above them, in just the perfect moment.
but no, this is the perfect moment. when they're in bed, dressed in their pajamas (or in aguero's really), with a forgotten dinosaur book as their only witness. this is perfect because this is them, whimsy, warmth and silliness. ]
[ Here Tatara is, curled up and cradled in the arms and legs of the person he loves the most across every universe, nestled against his chest, warmed by the heat of his body and the blankets coiled around them. He looks at the cool hues of his ocean and his own eyes crinkle in an easy smile, because maybe he's already heard it today, but does it matter? He's not keeping track. Every time he hears it will be the first time, in his heart.
As their fingers tangle he wishes Aguero could see the fireworks that he can, bursting above and around them and in his chest and in the blue of the eyes he looks into. He knows the question is coming, but it doesn't stop the stupid, silly grin that cracks over his face.
They both clean up well. They both look good when they want to, especially with Aguero's eye. They could be anywhere in the tower, in the fanciest or most exclusive spots imaginable. But no spot is more them than when they're lost in their own world together, is it?
Luckily, Tatara made up his mind a long time ago. When they sat on the rocks on the far shore of the Western Country together, and Aguero told him about the woman who made him who he was. That little spark blossomed into something bigger than his own fire—his life blazes, and he stokes it for Aguero. ]
Yes. [ He leans into him. Tatara knows they've talked about it before, in various degrees of jest. But he knows when Aguero's being serious, and he knows this is the real question. ] Of course I will.
[ It's still a given. A chuckle rumbles in his throat, and he squeezes his hand tightly. He inhales, and he realizes that this smell he now associates with home is just Aguero. ]
You could ask me a million times and I'll say yes every time.
[ absolutes aren't something aguero really believes in, but what's between them has reached that much even to him. magical, like a kaleidoscope of colors in the sky. his heart pounds faster in testament to it and he responds back with the only thing he can manage at the moment. ]
I love you.
[ everything feels as bright and warm as they did on that day in his lighthouse, maybe even more now that he knows there's nothing between them that he can't control. not that he knew he was really asking then, but he was intending to ask tatara to be with him forever only to be beaten to the answer let alone the question. it's his turn aguero thinks, even though this isn't a real battle nor is it a real retort of any kind. he leans forward to press their lips together, though stops just short. now that's it's official, he wants their first kiss as an engaged couple to be laced with the proper word. ( he might also have just remembered why they were curled up together like this in the first place). ]
A million though? Let's start with twice, Mr. Fiance. [ he needs to get used to using that word but it's easier if he starts like this, bright silly grin and all. with one finger he writes out another sentence in macsethian, this time in purple. ]
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I was thinking of buying a cabin and land on a higher floor for fishing, so buying additional land on top of that shouldn't be hard. It'll be more challenging if you want a specific species and color [ he assumes of course, that tatara would want one that's some combination of red, blue or purple. ] but Haculing owes me a favor or three...
[ by the look of his pocket he's already several steps into this whole dino process. ]
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There's a bit of delight in there, too. Mentally, he puts ride a dinosaur on his bucket list. ]
Aguero. [ Laughter still on his lips and in his eyes he reaches up to put a hand to Aguero's cheek, directing his attention back to him and the book. ] We can get a dinosaur later.
[ He lifts the book again!! ] I want to learn how to read.
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Learn how to read? [ their pockets handle day to day translation, though that is verbally only (a reading mode does exist but that's on premium models with a bit more manual input required). ]
Did something happen? I told the rest of them that if you needed help— [ stop him now before he goes on another tangent, this one about how much he needs to throttle his team for letting tatara and therefore himself down.the dino braincells are already whirring into punishment mode. ]
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His fingers dance on his cheek, hopefully catching his attention again. ]
Nothing happened. [ He reassures, so he doesn't start spiraling. ] I just want to make sure I'm buying the right ingredients when I go to the store. [ That's the biggest reason, but. ] And I want to help you more, one day. And maybe I'll want to read books...
[ Every reason. Just a little more autonomy. ]
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it makes sense really, given how their positions were now reversed. aguero remembers how he felt trying to get his footing with the simple things like riding a broom when he could have just asked for help. he's independent and tatara is a free spirit, the most precious thing in his life and all the universes combined; not something to be locked away in a vault and kept all to himself—even if he'd still rather provide for him rather than the other way around. lucky for them that this battle usually just ends up in them both spoiling each other equally, which is why they're here. ]
Okay. [ "But if someone did say something to you, I'll skin them alive." is the implication. ]
I can teach you how to read if you want, but it might be easier to get a tutor.
[ he won't insist on it, but his pragmatism deems that he needs to say it regardless. his eyes fall to the dinobook with a bemused expression. ]
...you want to start now? [ "With this book?" ]
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Or maybe he just likes the idea of Aguero giving him hands-on instruction in anything, really.
Gears whirr, he thinks harder, puts the thought aside. ]
Yes! [ He wiggles on him again with a bright, excited smile, and presses the book to his chest. Take it!! ]
Maybe you can get me a tutor later. [ Once he's got some of the basics down. If he can get past this impulse like the rest of his short-lived hobbies. And once they're both on the same page of his learning. ] But for now, I want to hear your voice talking about dinosaurs.
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a sigh, both fond and exasperated as he takes the book. ]
As much as I like how you look up there, you won't be able to see the letters like that. [ he shifts to sitting up right, taking tatara with him. ]
Turn around. [ another thing he repeats again tonight, though in a mostly different context. mostly. he'll encourage tatara to move between his legs too, also in a different context from the usual ✨. ]
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Yay!
[ He's been looking forward to this all day!
He obediently does as he's told and turns around, pressing his back up against Aguero's chest. He shifts in his spot and sinks into the blankets, making himself comfortable in between his legs (in a different context from the usual).
He tilts his head to glance up and behind him, eyes sparkling. He's ready! ]
/2
[ the fact that his boyfriend is so cute is a crime no matter what world they're in. his expression softens (not that it wasn't already), and he leans to plant a quick kiss on tatara's nose. much safer than a kiss to the lips with all the jostling and touching that he's still not really complaining about. ]
I haven't done this in a while so I might be rusty. [ or more accurately, he's never really done this period but he's not going to admit that now. learning macsethian and the khun family language was done with drills and workbooks, sterile, cold, and effective. in the family academy however, there were certain plays taught related to the glory of the Great Families and Zahard.
does this mean he's going to read this simple children's storybook like he's reading this world's version of Hamilton? very possibly.
with a bright, shiny, glossy cover, this kids book is about a mother dinosaur telling her baby dinosaur about herself. ]
If you want me to pause at some point, let me know.
[ aguero takes a breath, his expression shifting to one way too serious for this. ]
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Little Dinosaurs, Big Feelings
When I was young, I was worried about lots of things.
"I lost my toy!"
"There are too many things to do and it's making my tummy hurt!"
So I tried things I thought could help.
Like yoga.
Mindfulness.
Exercise.
And talking about my feelings.
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Being nestled in Aguero's arms like this, at the end of the day, warm and comfortable, makes for a suddenly very sleepy Tatara. He feels the way his voice resonates in his chest and into his back, and the serene timbre of his voice, and he finds his mind immediately wanting not to concentrate on the story. Ahhh...
But he powers through. He follows along with the sounds and the symbols on the page and does his best to commit them to memory. He'll probably come back to this story in the morning. ]
Feelings. [ He runs his finger over the letters on the page, mapping sounds to glyphs, then peers up backwards at Aguero again. ] I like talking about my feelings.
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but like tatara, aguero is determined to see this through, mostly. he turns the page but doesn't start reading the next lines, at least not yet. ]
Do you? I like talking about my feelings, but only with you. [ because tatara is the only one who's actually able to help him understand just how he feels, both the good and the bad. though it's decidedly mostly good nowadays.
his lips speak his magic word, uttered scarcely these days except when it's just the two of them; something else they can share only with each other. in the air in front of them, the glyphs I love you form, vibrant and blue. ]
I love you. [ he reads, smiling down at the coral and the fireworks he loves so much. ]
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There's a little shiver of anticipation when he hears his magic, and the light of the glyphs grab his attention. His eyes drop again, regrettably leaving Aguero, and he stares at the words in front of him. ]
—I love you.
[ There's only a slight pause before he speaks, as what Aguero says and what he's written connect in his mind. In an instant, goosebumps bloom over his skin; in this moment, it feels like he's getting his love in yet another way, one he's never had before, and he feels like he's going to explode. ]
I love you. [ He says it again, this time with more conviction. There's a big, silly grin on his face when he leans his head back again, and he raises a hand, all fingers balled into a fist but his index. ]
Put magic in my finger. Let me write it.
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he mouths his magic word and then dips down to press his lips against tatara's hand, fist and all. his index finger begins to glow a bright red, for obvious reasons. ]
Write it in Macsethian and Japanese. I want your love for me twice.
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Just twice?
[ He turns his attention to Aguero's writing.
Slowly, he copies the Macsethian. I love you, he writes, reciting as he does: ] I...love...you...
[ He pauses. He can feel his heart pounding, and he wonders if Aguero can feel that. Huh. It's almost like he's telling him he loves him all over again, fresh.
He grins.
好き, he writes underneath. ] Su-ki. I like you. As a friend, and as a partner.
[ 大好き, he writes under that. ] Dai-su-ki. I adore you. You make me so happy whenever we're together.
[ 恋してる, again, underneath. ] Koi-shite-ru. I'm in love with you. I can never get enough of your lips or your touch.
[ ...Hmm. Are they going to get through this dinosaur book?
Finally, at the very bottom, he writes the last one: 愛してる. ]
Ai-shite-ru. I love you. I love your everything—your past, your present, your future, your blues and your purples, your happiness and your sadness and your anger. I want to keep all of it for myself.
[ And to top it off, he writes it in Macsethian again, his writing comically shaky compared to the way he writes in Japanese.
He leans back again to grin up at Aguero. Well? ]
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it doesn't work because he'll never ever hide from tatara but also because he's too tall. ]
Tatara. [ the dino book tumbles from his hand into their laps. ]
Te quiero con todo mi corazón. [ "I love you with all my heart."
he's not writing that one, mostly because he's flustered. ]
I'll teach you my family language one day too. Since you'll be a Khun it'll be your right to learn it.
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He recognizes the language, mostly as the one he was yelling in when he had that fight with Bruno (it feels so long ago now, like a distant memory). It tickles him, and the lightness in his chest reminds him of the day they decided to start dating. ]
I can't wait. [ To learn the language, to know Aguero in a deeper level. But more importantly— ] I can't wait to marry you.
[ because that's the most important part here obviously, ]
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"me too." he wants to say but he feels like if he admits that now they're going to wind up at an administrative office tonight. ]
I need to get you a proper ring first. [ which is true but that has nothing to do with the reason why he's hesitating in taking the next steps. ]
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He presses the side of his face against him, nuzzling him lightly. ]
Another one? [ He sounds almost incredulous, but it's mostly a tease. He would wear every ring his boyfriend gave him.
He likes this one a lot, though. ]
How many rings do you think I can fit on my finger?
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At least one more because that one would be your engagement ring. And then when we're actually married, we'll have matching wedding bands.
[ matter of factly despite the flush on his cheeks. ]
...you're not scared?
[ because aguero is, but not for the usual reasons. ]
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He tilts his head slightly, just to look at him out of the corner of his eye. Hard to get a proper look at him like this, but he prefers the contact right now. ]
Mm-mm.
[ He shakes his head. ]
Not at all. Why would I be?
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but all of those thoughts in his head go quiet when he hears that almost comically simple answer. this is why he knows they're perfect for each other, because no one else has ever had the ability to quiet his anxieties and worries so easily. ]
Mmn. [ an unintentional mirror back, the sky reflecting nothing but coral. ]
Maybe that was silly of me to ask.
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sometimes the hardest things to say are the easiest. ]
Have I told you how beautiful you are today? [ this is tatara's only warning, that question and aguero taking his left hand to entwine in his own. the jewels in the ring seem to glow faintly, resonating with the heart from which they came from. ]
Tatara Totsuka, will you marry me? [ aguero's always imagined he would ask this properly, with the full weight it deserves after a date or maybe on a vacation or holiday. when they were both dressed to the nines with the sun or the moon above them, in just the perfect moment.
but no, this is the perfect moment. when they're in bed, dressed in their pajamas (or in aguero's really), with a forgotten dinosaur book as their only witness. this is perfect because this is them, whimsy, warmth and silliness. ]
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As their fingers tangle he wishes Aguero could see the fireworks that he can, bursting above and around them and in his chest and in the blue of the eyes he looks into. He knows the question is coming, but it doesn't stop the stupid, silly grin that cracks over his face.
They both clean up well. They both look good when they want to, especially with Aguero's eye. They could be anywhere in the tower, in the fanciest or most exclusive spots imaginable. But no spot is more them than when they're lost in their own world together, is it?
Luckily, Tatara made up his mind a long time ago. When they sat on the rocks on the far shore of the Western Country together, and Aguero told him about the woman who made him who he was. That little spark blossomed into something bigger than his own fire—his life blazes, and he stokes it for Aguero. ]
Yes. [ He leans into him. Tatara knows they've talked about it before, in various degrees of jest. But he knows when Aguero's being serious, and he knows this is the real question. ] Of course I will.
[ It's still a given. A chuckle rumbles in his throat, and he squeezes his hand tightly. He inhales, and he realizes that this smell he now associates with home is just Aguero. ]
You could ask me a million times and I'll say yes every time.
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I love you.
[ everything feels as bright and warm as they did on that day in his lighthouse, maybe even more now that he knows there's nothing between them that he can't control. not that he knew he was really asking then, but he was intending to ask tatara to be with him forever only to be beaten to the answer let alone the question. it's his turn aguero thinks, even though this isn't a real battle nor is it a real retort of any kind. he leans forward to press their lips together, though stops just short. now that's it's official, he wants their first kiss as an engaged couple to be laced with the proper word. ( he might also have just remembered why they were curled up together like this in the first place). ]
A million though? Let's start with twice, Mr. Fiance. [ he needs to get used to using that word but it's easier if he starts like this, bright silly grin and all. with one finger he writes out another sentence in macsethian, this time in purple. ]
Will you marry me?
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