icarusalsoflew | 003. and in every raindrop... // open post.

[ Since the two of you are at it for most of the evening and the early hours of the morning, it's only a little before dawn breaks that Josh finally falls asleep, his lips pressed gently against your brow and his arms gathering you close like he still can't believe that you said yes to taking the chance with him. He's up a little before noon then, the light from behind the curtains of your suite rousing him from sleep to see you still there, still beside him with your features softened in repose.

It's enough to make him want to snuggle back under those blankets and close his eyes again, but the trip to Arcadia looms close and he's got to set his affairs at the office in order. Andy will be seeing to everything in his place while he's gone for that estimated month, so it'll be easy -- hopefully -- to just sort out what things he'll need to leave in his assistant's care.

So he'll ease himself gently off that bed and tuck his pillow up against you before he's leaning down and brushing a kiss on your forehead. His clothes from the evening before are alright to go around in for the most part ( coat aside, he'll leave that here ) but he does make a quick call to reception if he can avail of a speed-laundry service, yes, he is ready to shell out a little extra, and can they also extend the check-out to the next day let him just get those card details.

The clothes he needs are ready in an hour and he moves around the room quietly, getting dressed and coordinating with the concierge to make sure to send you food and see to everything you need while he's away.

This is the little message you'll wake up to, penned in his own hand and tucked between your fingers which he'd kissed before he headed out: ]

Hey, Babe. Had to run to the office for a bit.
Just sorting out some things with Andy and my staff
before the Arcadia Engagement.

Just ring the concierge if you're hungry. I've already
let them know to get you whatever you want -- and I'm
paying. No, you have no say on the matter and I love you
very, very much you are very welcome.

The room's ours for the rest of the day. Worked out an
extension for us so that we can both move at leisure.

I'll wrap up as quickly as I can. I love you so much, Hikaru.

--Josh

Edited 2015-01-25 08:42 (UTC)

[ Interestingly enough, your boy's stirring about an hour after you leave for the office. Why? Because comfortable as this bed is, it doesn't have you in it.

Thankfully(?), you're not going to get to see the way he ends up reading the note you left him thrice, smiling in an stupidly happy way that the cigarette he's smoking through can't quite hide. He's just... going to keep this note, yep. Might as well start making collecting the little things you leave for him a Thing.

He has a Thought over brunch, while he's looking down at the ring you've slipped on his finger. Said Thought is the reason why he ends up leaving that hotel room when he could very easily idle the hours away, thinking on how to best arrange himself for your return.

This shouldn't take too long. If it does, though, it'll be worth it.

Promise. ]

[ He does not, apparently, finish up as quickly as he had thought he would, to make sure that his absence from Rhiannon Taguig is worked out. It's not so much the paperwork or the staffing, he has been informed firmly that the department will run smoothly until his return.

It's the other things -- getting dragged down by the other department heads for a late lunch, the extended smoke break at the inner garden some fifteen minutes after he gets back, his own people dropping in by his office in a large group -- that ends up letting three hours turn into five and then six.

By six forty-five he's finally back at his desk, door closed and hair a little mussed from running his fingers through them that he sends you a message via text: ]

i'm running late. i know, i'm sorry :(
apparently news travels fast. and i have never
heard 'congratulations' so many times throughout
a day i swear i am wrapping up soon.

[ He honestly doesn't even feel annoyed. All the well-wishes have been heartfelt and it's so nice to see so many feel so incredibly happy for the both of you. He just wanted to curl up with you some more, have dinner and cuddle again. That kind of thing. ]

[ And what was all of that about this Thought of his not taking all that long to act on?

He can be wrong, sometimes (take, for example, now), so in actuality? He's a little relieved to get that text from you. ]

Don't worry about it. In fact, feel free to take your time. I'll come around and pick you up!

[ Eventually.

Hopefully soon.

Yeah.

That is also, in all likelihood, one of the few times that your boy has ever used an exclamation point in a message to you. ]

[ ...Um. Okay. That exclamation is... new.

Actually, he can't recall a time that you have--

--well, nevermind. He's just relieved to know that you're okay with it.

( You probably got called on last minute Arcadia preparations. It would totally make sense. )

The tapping of rainfall outside his window has him looking up just as he's about to send that message. He adds one more thing, especially since you seem to be out? ]

alright. i'm just going to be in my office.
take care, okay? it just started raining in taguig.

Edited 2015-01-25 10:06 (UTC)

[ And normally, you'd get a response to something like that. Apologies, love: he's a little busy...

Just a little.

Yep.

No need to worry about him at all, even after about two more hours pass and there's no update from his end.

The rain's pretty hard tonight. ]

[ His people check in on him at half past seven, but he waves them off with a thank you for the invite saying that you'll be dropping in with dinner and they leave him with goodnights and good lucks for the incoming engagement.

He's frowning when you don't check in by eight. He gets worried after another thirty minutes in and is about to ring you up, but that's when Luis Ampil, the Sin-Eater heading the PR Department, chooses that time to pop in and drag him down for a smoke ( "Josh. Come on. Sige na, man. We'll just be in the Garden, you'll be able to see the Blade King come in from there." )

He'll settle back in his office a little before nine, and check his phone which he'd left by accident on his desk.

Where the hell are you?? ]

Edited 2015-01-25 11:14 (UTC)

[ Why, en-route to you about ten minutes from that moment, which is likely the time that you decided to cave and attempt to call him.

Zipping up the stairs because an elevator's got nothing on how fast your fiance can move on his own two feet. He doesn't even knock when he gets to the door to your office. No need for formalities now, especially since he he now has Urgent Business with you.

He's completely drenched, by the way. And why is he dressed like he went on an engagement? ]

Hi.

[ Marching over to you now. ]

[ You bet he was just about to call, because the moment you barge in, he had just brought up your number via speed dial and was right about to click 'call' when he spins at the sound of that door.

No, he doesn't even register that greeting because he spots the black of your armor, the fact that you're drenched and what the hell in all of the Fifth World-- ]

[ Hold on, explanations will follow AFTER he checks something --

He just needs to make sure it'll fit --

-- yes. Yes, that's a ring he's bringing out from one of the inner pockets of his armor. Once you're within reach, he's snagging your hand and with a look that is a perfect blend of focus, hope, and barely restrained worry, he's slipping that ring on your finger. It'll feel surprisingly light and cool against your skin: the lights in your office might catch in the tiny little blue stones that are embedded into the metalwork and against the engravings, ones that look like circuitry.

You're welcome to note all of that down later, because now you'll get this: your boy in that perfect moment where he's realizing that all of his hard work down in the Underworld and in the family smithy of the Mordechai home paid off, followed by the pure, unadulterated joy of success. ]

Yatta!

[ Y e p. This made him so happy, he slipped into Japanese. He also ended up doing a little fistpump.

Yep. ]

[ ...H-how.

Maybe he'll apologize later, how his attention turns not to the ring you've worked so terribly hard on in the last couple of hours, but towards the way you look right now: dressed as if from an engagement, drenched from the downpour outside, and so utterly, impossibly, unbelievably young and--

--adorable.

Forgive your boyfr-- fiancee. Fiancee, now. You accepted his proposal last night.

But yes, forgive him for staring at you and having no other reaction but he way he's blinking at how you look. He's honestly wrestling back the impulse to just kiss you.

( Though that's not really that bad an idea, right? ) ]

[ Is he positively glowing right now?

Yes. He also doesn't seem to notice the way he looks, or how he's dripping all over your floor. ]

Sorry I took so long.

[ Hee. =w= ]

[ The floors can be cleaned and dried off. There are mops and cleaning tools for a reason. ]

You're drenched. [ Yes, stating the obvious much, though you probably don't notice. ] Jesus, Hikaru. Did you walk here?

[ Is he fussing all over you? Is he brushing the wet hair out of your eyes? You bet.

He has towels somewhere here. And a spare shirt. He usually leaves a change of clothes in the office these days. ]

[ Oh, right.

Oops. ]

Not really.

[ At least he's not lying to you --

-- wait. Um. ]

Do... do you like it?

[ Is that apprehension in your future husband's voice?

Yes. Yes, it is. ]

[ God. How are you real.

Those are his hands framing your face now as he steps into your space. Those are his lips covering yours as he runs his fingers through your wet hair. And yes, after that he's looking down at the ring that fits perfectly on his own finger and finally noting the intricate engravings reminiscent of circuits, the particular metal that makes up the mask you'd made for him to commemorate his initiation to your conspiracy, and the blue stones whose color has looked him back in the mirror on occasion. ]

I love it. [ He says that so softly, awe seeping into his voice. You make things for the people you care about. It's a thing you do. And now, you made this.

It kind of makes last night -- proposal, the dance, and everything after -- more real.

Yeah, he's going to kiss you again. ] I love you so much. It's beautiful.

[ A soft chuckle now, right before the smile on his lips turn teasing. ] So I guess we're going to either order in or eat out, huh?

[ That goes ways towards putting him at ease. He responds to your kiss in kind, and smiles right back at you. ]

I guess so.

[ You're the sum total of his world now, Joshua LaRue. You know that, right? ]

Why don't we get you changed? [ Saying that gently as he keeps you close. You'll find yourself reflected in his eyes, in the smile he sends your way. ] Don't want you catching a cold.

[ His other hand has caught yours, and his thumb is moving over the ring he put there last night.

( Was it really just last night? ) ]

I can order in food for us, and we can wait out the rain.

[ And hopefully, you will let him fuss over you a littlw bit more. ]

[ Hmm! ]

You know, I could also port us right back to the hotel.

[ He's... sort of already on a battle high, given the shit he had to do to make sure the ring he had in mind for you was Perfect. ]

[ This is a look sent your way: one that is taking in the whole look of you, quietly assessing if you've exerted yourself more than necessary, and teetering between "so incredibly tempted to take you up on that" and "no, it's okay, it can wait".

You made him a ring when he hadn't expected anything in return. You walked here to deliver it to him yourself and had looked the picture of patting-yourself-on-the-back for a job well done while being incredibly irresistible and adorable about it.

Have a kiss -- long, lazy, sweet -- before he draws back and smiles at you with his heart in his eyes. ]

It's okay. [ He murmurs that. ] You're here now... so.

[ Oh.

Well.

Okay then. u_u Giving in to that, melting a little against you. You're much warmer than him, and you taste wonderful, as always.

Now attempting to be glib. ]

So does that mean that we can fuck in your office?

[ Just putting that out there. You know. Since he's here now. ]

[ ... ]

Please tell me you didn't just go there.

[ He's smiling down at you though. ]

And the answer is: No.

[ Mock pouting at you now. ]

Why not?

[ It's a very nice office, okay. ]

[ God, please stop. He can't. No. ]

Because that couch is not wide enough if you want something more than just necking.

[ You have a nice hotel room still booked in your names. It also has a very nice bed. ]

Will it take a lot out of you? To port us?

[ There's genuine concern underscoring his words as he tightens the arm he has around your waist. ]

Because if it will, I can ring us up a cab right now and I will gladly put up with you torturing me on the way over.

It won't.

[ Saying it and meaning it. ]

I'm not tired yet, and I seriously doubt that I will be for a while.

[ Give him a moment to catch your chin with his fingers and tip your face up so he can look right into your eyes.

There's a smile tugging faintly at the corner of his mouth, because it's really great, holding you like this and keeping you near enough that it's like every line of your body is perfectly fitted up against his own. ]

Okay. [ He leans in to kiss your mouth lightly. ] You okay with maybe just flopping around in bed and ordering room service?

I want to make the most of tonight.

waking the dead 2.0 | 1 november | go get a ring let the choir bells sing (think i wanna marry you)

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