( Ah - relief. Relief, and a heart that'd skip a beat if it could. He should not like the truth charm that reassures him now that every syllable is genuine, nor how he is sometimes granted window into Ginger's feelings - it's not as if he doubts it when Ginger says these things; but it's like the thin division between them grows smaller and smaller, and they come that much closer to sharing a singular heart. (He still feels a little guilty when this magic allows him to peer in, but Ginger has reassured him, and so - it is a guilty pleasure, and one he's been permission to indulge.)
Just them. Ginger means it. And that makes him so awfully happy.
With the soft brush of Ginger's forehead against his, Ginger murmurs an ask, but to Mika it sounds like a fear. Could he love Ginger, with blood on his hands? Mika wouldn't want that for him, but it's not even a question.
He presses his lips to Ginger's own - true to his word, he isn't thinking of anyone else; it's just them, and he doesn't care if anyone hazards a guess what's going on behind Ginger. He kisses him, and he kisses him deep. )
... I would love you more than anything. ( A kiss, again - lighter. Emphasis. ) I'd drink your hands clean. I don't want... trace of anyone else on you.
( But can you kill without burden? Especially since Ginger has never - wouldn't that invite into his house a ghost, their ghost? Mika's already ghoul enough. Ginger doesn't need another. )
... But I'd be really scared for you. I'd be really worried. Killing someone is... hard on the heart. I might get upset - I might even try to stop you, if you tried to - had to - kill anyone.
( His lips part a moment before he manages what he says next, wondering - is this wrong to say? He hopes not. He just wants Ginger to know. Even if Mika argues, it's not because he doesn't love him. )
... But I'd still kiss you like this... after all that. I've never had anyone who'd kill for me before, or even - talk about me, thinks about me... the way you do. I couldn't love you any less, even if you had to kill everyone here.
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Just them. Ginger means it. And that makes him so awfully happy.
With the soft brush of Ginger's forehead against his, Ginger murmurs an ask, but to Mika it sounds like a fear. Could he love Ginger, with blood on his hands? Mika wouldn't want that for him, but it's not even a question.
He presses his lips to Ginger's own - true to his word, he isn't thinking of anyone else; it's just them, and he doesn't care if anyone hazards a guess what's going on behind Ginger. He kisses him, and he kisses him deep. )
... I would love you more than anything. ( A kiss, again - lighter. Emphasis. ) I'd drink your hands clean. I don't want... trace of anyone else on you.
( But can you kill without burden? Especially since Ginger has never - wouldn't that invite into his house a ghost, their ghost? Mika's already ghoul enough. Ginger doesn't need another. )
... But I'd be really scared for you. I'd be really worried. Killing someone is... hard on the heart. I might get upset - I might even try to stop you, if you tried to - had to - kill anyone.
( His lips part a moment before he manages what he says next, wondering - is this wrong to say? He hopes not. He just wants Ginger to know. Even if Mika argues, it's not because he doesn't love him. )
... But I'd still kiss you like this... after all that. I've never had anyone who'd kill for me before, or even - talk about me, thinks about me... the way you do. I couldn't love you any less, even if you had to kill everyone here.
( Please don't actually, but as an example, )