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

[ 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.

[ And this time, it's his turn to lean in and kiss you. ]

I'm more than okay with that.

[ Hell, if the two of you could just do that for the next week or so, everything would be perfect.

It sucks having to be responsible. ]

[ And while you're thinking that, he'll take that kiss and rest his forehead against yours when you finally break away.

What he would give for just a week where the world could do without the both of you. You just both got engaged, there should be allowances for you guys to actually enjoy it, yeah? ]

Lead the way, babe. [ Murmuring that against your cheek, nose pressed into your skin. He'll let go of you if you ask him to. In the meantime, his arm is staying right where it is. ]

[ He takes another moment out to just bask in the way it feels to have you this close before he's kissing you on the cheek, taking you by the hand and tugging you up. ]

Pack your things? If there's anything you plan on bringing over there, anyway.

[ He's good, at any rate. =w= ]

[ He nuzzles your cheek quickly before he draws away to pack his gear back in the satchel he always takes with him. It doesn't take more than a minute or so, and then he's stepping back towards you and draping an arm around your shoulders. ]

By the way, [ yes, he has the good sense to look sheepish. ] Your mom's kind of really scary.

[ His tone is light though. Kasumi Aoi is a formidable woman that make his mom look tame for all Angela Brennan's commanding stature as a military woman. ]

[ While you were occupying yourself with that, your boy was drawing a doorway in mid-air. Once the spell took hold, you're going to see that it looks exactly like the door to your hotel room.

That might be because it is. Using a portal in this fashion puts a lot less of a strain on him than Bloodwalking at this point. ]

She can be, can't she?

[ Saying that dryly as he's getting his keycard. ]

[ Anything that does not strain you is OK in his book; so, incredibly, very okay.

He'll reach for the knob and wait for you to swipe that card, his free hand settling on the small of your back. ]

She wants grandchildren.

[ No sense beating around the bush. Hearing that from the Mother of the Wolf was nervewracking, to say the least. ]

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