appointments post

[sketchingideals]

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[sketchingideals]

[He's unable to contain his own, either.] You're really handsome, Mithos...

[imatreenow]

[...O-Oh. His face flushes red, still not used to compliments like that.] You are too... [How does compliment? What am compliment?]

[sketchingideals]

T-Thank you... [Tries to move closer to the other boy.]

[imatreenow]

[He lets go of Jeb's hand, so he can wrap his arms around the other boy and hold him closer.]

[sketchingideals]

A-Ah... [Jeb holds Mithos in return, feeling safe and secure.] Mithos, do you ever wonder if we'll still be here in the next five years?

[The thought has crossed his mind several times, and with Mithos here he's wanting it to be more and more of a possibility.]

[imatreenow]

[His smile fades and he holds Jeb more tightly, trying to convince himself that they aren't going anywhere. Jeb, back with other people he cares about, people Mithos doesn't know, people he can't touch, and him...with nowhere to go back to. Nobody. Nothing.]

...I hope we are.

[sketchingideals]

...I do, too. [He can sense how much that upset Mithos, and his own hold tightens to match.] I'm sorry, Mithos. I shouldn't have asked that... I just--

[And his hold tightens more. The entire conversation shifts, and Jeb's own insecurities rise to the surface.]

In five years, I'll be twenty-one. And I... I don't care if you're a half-elf, but it means... it means that if we're here forever--what if I eventually die and leave you all alone? I can't stand the thought of that. I want to always be there for you. I want to be with you in five years, a-and longer than that...

[imatreenow]

[He tries not to think that far ahead, but the thought has haunted the dark corners of his mind more than once. Even if they could stay here forever...Jeb would leave him behind, and he would still have most of his life left to live. Without him. Despite Jeb's warm arms and their hearts beating side by side, he feels cold.]

...I don't want to talk about this.

[sketchingideals]

[Jeb doesn't want to, either. Not any farther than he already has, anyway. So instead, he kisses Mithos again with much more desperation, trying to push himself closer to the blond. As if doing so would make their hearts beat even closer together...]

[imatreenow]

[Jeb's sudden forwardness surprises him, but he welcomes it. He wants to erase his fears of what could lie in wait down the road. He doesn't want to think about the ache of loneliness when Jeb is right beside him, so he holds on tight and returns the kiss.]

[sketchingideals]

[His kissing becomes even more desperate, as if trying to pass his apologies to Mithos by means of lip contact. He starts crying a little bit, just feeling horribly guilty--I'm sorry, Mithos. I'm sorry. I never meant to upset you. I love you. Just be happy again.]

[imatreenow]

[The other times Jeb has kissed him hadn't been like this - he does his best to keep up. When he feels one of Jeb's teardrops, he doesn't know whether he should pull away or keep going.]

[sketchingideals]

[Jeb eventually breaks the kiss, but doesn't pull away very much--Mithos should still be able to feel the artist's breath brush hotly against his lips.]

I'm sorry. [Runs a hand through his hair.] Please forgive me, Mithos.

[imatreenow]

[He can. He does. Just like he can feel his fingers through his hair, and his warmth and weight in his arms.]

Don't apologize, Jeb... You didn't do anything wrong. It's okay. [Just don't talk about that again...he isn't ready to think about it...]

[sketchingideals]

[He doesn't move, either, continuing to speak hushed words against Mithos' lips.]

I love you so much. [Kisses him again, but this time it only lasts for a few moments.] I can't tell you how precious you are to me. I-I can't link the words together, or the right ones just don't exist...