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02.Jul.19, 03:12 AM
Relief flooded through Misha at C’dhin’s confirmation that he knew Misharan liked him not just for what he did for him, but because he genuinely liked C’dhin. Good. Not that Misha was like, morally against using people in general, but he wasn’t using C’dhin and didn’t want to use C’dhin and was reassured that C’dhin understood that about him. Convinced he had nothing to worry about, Misharan picked his cookie back up and took another, delicious bite of it.
But C’dhin kept talking, and Misha slowly set the cookie back down as he listened. He couldn’t help blushing a little at the praise. Misharan would easily admit he was a bit full of himself and absolutely ate compliments up, but where was the harm in that? It was just nice to hear it from other people, proof Misha wasn’t making all of it up and was at least a little justified in his vanity.
And then C’dhin said something about scaring him away and Misha furrowed his brows in confusion. Scare him away? With what? What ‘secret’ could possibly scare him away? It wasn’t that he’d been lying about liking him, C’dhin wasn’t the sort to pull a move like that. He looked up at C’dhin to ask what he meant, only to find C’dhin had moved closer and was looking at him intently. Oh, okay. He really was serious, then.
It was nothing Misharan expected. Nothing at all. He stared at C’dhin, eyes wide in surprise. He what? He what? What the absolute actual fuck, did he mean all of that? Misha stared at C’dhin, trying to process everything he said. That was a number of levels above not finding him annoying, that was actively liking him. A lot. His stomach felt fluttery and warm and Misha kind of wanted to melt into a little puddle. The image C’dhin was presenting was nice, and Misharan didn’t think it was selfish at all — it wasn’t selfish to want to be happy, especially when the other person was enthusiastically into the idea too. He really was exceptionally fond of this man, and it was so very C’dhin of him to worry about wanting something if someone else didn’t.
With a start Misharan realized he’d been staring for too long, and C’dhin was waiting for a response. He might take his silence or his surprise as negatives, when they weren’t! Misha was just feeling so many things at once and needed a few moments for his racing thoughts to calm down enough to form coherent words. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, to reassure C’dhin that he hadn’t scared him off, that he was happy, but words still seemed to be beyond his capabilities. But C’dhin looked worried, and Misha didn’t want him to look worried, he had nothing to be worried about, but he wasn’t able to say anything to reassure him. Frustrated with his sudden loss of words, which were usually always there for him to form a cheeky response or snarky comeback, Misha went with the next best thing he could think of; leaning across the counter and kissing him, trying to put everything he wasn’t yet able to put into words in the kiss. One hand moved to the back of C’dhin’s head to pull him in closer, staying there until Misharan absolutely had to break the kiss to breathe.
“Do you really think it’s that easy to get rid of me?” he teased, though Misha’s heavy breathing as he tried to get more air made the words sound more serious than playful. “Doesn’t matter what color dragon I Impress, I’ll still want to be here.” And he meant it. Misharan found it easy to say he loved people — he would happily admit he loved all his close friends, and even though he was cautious using the word around some of them, he emphatically felt it all the same. No matter how often or how soon after getting to know someone he wanted to tell them he loved them, Misharan meant it just as much each time. In the moment Misha wasn’t sure how C’dhin would respond to him saying the word out loud — maybe a bit much for him? — but he thought it and he felt it, and as Misha caught his breath, beaming at C’dhin and leaning in to rest their foreheads together, he really hoped C’dhin could somehow feel that he was thinking it.
The half eaten cookie on the table, delicious as it was, had been completely forgotten.
But C’dhin kept talking, and Misha slowly set the cookie back down as he listened. He couldn’t help blushing a little at the praise. Misharan would easily admit he was a bit full of himself and absolutely ate compliments up, but where was the harm in that? It was just nice to hear it from other people, proof Misha wasn’t making all of it up and was at least a little justified in his vanity.
And then C’dhin said something about scaring him away and Misha furrowed his brows in confusion. Scare him away? With what? What ‘secret’ could possibly scare him away? It wasn’t that he’d been lying about liking him, C’dhin wasn’t the sort to pull a move like that. He looked up at C’dhin to ask what he meant, only to find C’dhin had moved closer and was looking at him intently. Oh, okay. He really was serious, then.
It was nothing Misharan expected. Nothing at all. He stared at C’dhin, eyes wide in surprise. He what? He what? What the absolute actual fuck, did he mean all of that? Misha stared at C’dhin, trying to process everything he said. That was a number of levels above not finding him annoying, that was actively liking him. A lot. His stomach felt fluttery and warm and Misha kind of wanted to melt into a little puddle. The image C’dhin was presenting was nice, and Misharan didn’t think it was selfish at all — it wasn’t selfish to want to be happy, especially when the other person was enthusiastically into the idea too. He really was exceptionally fond of this man, and it was so very C’dhin of him to worry about wanting something if someone else didn’t.
With a start Misharan realized he’d been staring for too long, and C’dhin was waiting for a response. He might take his silence or his surprise as negatives, when they weren’t! Misha was just feeling so many things at once and needed a few moments for his racing thoughts to calm down enough to form coherent words. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, to reassure C’dhin that he hadn’t scared him off, that he was happy, but words still seemed to be beyond his capabilities. But C’dhin looked worried, and Misha didn’t want him to look worried, he had nothing to be worried about, but he wasn’t able to say anything to reassure him. Frustrated with his sudden loss of words, which were usually always there for him to form a cheeky response or snarky comeback, Misha went with the next best thing he could think of; leaning across the counter and kissing him, trying to put everything he wasn’t yet able to put into words in the kiss. One hand moved to the back of C’dhin’s head to pull him in closer, staying there until Misharan absolutely had to break the kiss to breathe.
“Do you really think it’s that easy to get rid of me?” he teased, though Misha’s heavy breathing as he tried to get more air made the words sound more serious than playful. “Doesn’t matter what color dragon I Impress, I’ll still want to be here.” And he meant it. Misharan found it easy to say he loved people — he would happily admit he loved all his close friends, and even though he was cautious using the word around some of them, he emphatically felt it all the same. No matter how often or how soon after getting to know someone he wanted to tell them he loved them, Misharan meant it just as much each time. In the moment Misha wasn’t sure how C’dhin would respond to him saying the word out loud — maybe a bit much for him? — but he thought it and he felt it, and as Misha caught his breath, beaming at C’dhin and leaning in to rest their foreheads together, he really hoped C’dhin could somehow feel that he was thinking it.
The half eaten cookie on the table, delicious as it was, had been completely forgotten.
