i was born with lightning at my heels

[melocoton]

THE SINGLE SONG LYRIC PROMPT MEME
HOW TO PLAY

• Leave me a comment asking for one of my muses in the subject line, or ask me to surprise you.
• Copy and paste the textarea into a comment, filling in the appropriate sections.
• You can only use one song! Selected lyrics can be used literally or interpreted your own way to set the scene.
• Have fun!

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[hyaha]

[ the hardest part of this was not telling ryousuke anything. if there is one thing kuramochi knows about kominato ryousuke, it's that he hates secrets. he's so used to being read by an open book by him that it was hard to try and lock up walls that he'd never once had--and he could tell that it was frustrating for ryo, too. still, it made him a bigger puzzle, which kuramochi figured in some weird way, ryo might enjoy a little. their relationship had been built on trust and loyalty, a hard earned path that kuramochi fought for every step of the way. ryo closes up around people in ways that kuramochi never has, and learning him a second time felt like it evened the playing field--but earning his trust the second time around was just as difficult.

but, just like the first time around, when he did, god, it was so worth it.

now, he just curls his arm tighter around ryousuke and holds on, feels a heavy warmth bursting out of his chest from the tip of ryousuke's nose rubbing into his skin, from the familiarity of the entire situation. kuramochi knows ryo like he knows the back of his hand, knows that he hates mornings and that he's selfless, so unbelievably selfless, that even with his terrible sense of humor and mean teasing, he's got a kind heart. he knows the color of his eyes and the curve of his smile, the way his cheeks flush if kuramochi kisses him right, warm as his brother's, knows that he loves haruichi more than he loves life itself.

even in this second life, this second chance, all of these things have been true. it would have been impossible for kuramochi not to fall in love with him. again and again, over and over. he'd do it a thousand times if it meant he could have this, the way ryousuke sits straight up and curls his hand in his chest.

it's all he can do to manage a smile that he knows is watery, because ryousuke has, and always will be home, and home is what he's been searching for years. ]

Hey. [ he chokes, and the smile that breaks over his face is brilliant, and he knows it's stupid but it's all he can say, so overwhelmed with happiness and the soft timbre of ryousuke's voice. ]

hbd ryosan

[eldritches]

[ There's this urge, to pinch himself. Ryousuke can usually differentiate dream from reality, has very little trouble with it given the quality of his dreams - either bizarre because of the books he reads before bed, or relating to his brother, to this man underneath his hands - but it's the latter that gives him pause. He wants to dig his fingers into him, to make sure he's real and there and his again, instead of lost to some stupid game of temporal leapfrog. Everything about this feels like it should be impossible, right from the beginning to this very moment.

Something in his heart aches, because it's been years since he last got to have this. The warmth of Kuramochi with him, despite the fact that he's felt constant frustration with secrets and half-understood explanations and guesses. But he's known, since that first day, that he was supposed to meet him. No matter when, where, or how, Kuramochi Youichi was meant to be in his life.

He doesn't want to let go of him, but he does, ghosting rough palms up along his skin as he takes him in, maybe a little more wondrous than he'd be in any other situation. A kind of reverence follows his touch, because this is the person that knows him better than anyone else ever has or could. The person that he's had by his side, but is the missing piece he's been missing all these years. Despite his constant frustrations, the heartache he couldn't explain, everything has been worth it for now. It's all been built up, a constant puzzle he's been trying to figure out, a mystery that he can't just skip to the end to learn the answer. He's been waiting, and it's paid off, finally.

As his hands trail up to cup his face, Ryousuke lets out what's probably a watery sounding laugh, shaking in the back of his throat - and then he claps his palms, sharply, on Kuramochi's cheeks as he ducks down to kiss that smile, bumping their noses and teeth clicking together because they're both smiling so much, beatific, giddy. ] Hey, he says. How romantic, Youichi!