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loudmouths) wrote2019-05-18 12:08 am
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[ whatever keigo expected, it certainly wasn't... this. sougo hadn't been especially clear with his messages; keigo interpreted them as some kind of apology for not having the memories they shared. at maybe trying to fix something he couldn't possibly know. the way he addressed him was odd, too, but now that he was face to face with sougo like this... keigo's heart started to break again. having him touch his hands so tenderly, to hold them like that... it felt too familiar, and yet tinged with the knowledge that it wasn't the same.
"couldn't find the words..." keigo didn't blame him for that, either. how could he? he stood there motionless, letting sougo hold his hands, but hesitating to return the touch with a squeeze of his own. what was this leading up to, exactly? ]
T-That's... [ keigo found his voice after a prolonged moment, but something in him wished he hadn't. he sounded weak, upset, even after allowing himself to calm down before arriving. he was angry, frustrated, disappointed, grieving, but none of that was sougo's fault. nothing he could do, nothing he could have prevented. keigo exhaled softly and shook his head, looking at sougo with sadness in his eyes. ]
You didn't do it. It's not your fault you don't remember. It's not your fault that it's... like this.
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No, but... [This is too important to let his voice falter.] I couldn't forget it, so I made a wish during the festival.
[Hard-pressed to let go of Keigo's hands, Sougo lifts an arm just enough to turn his head and wipe his tears on his sleeve. It probably doesn't make him look much better, but it's easier to see Keigo this way, and Sougo looks back to him with a firmer resolve.]
I don't know why or how any of this happened. Why I forgot even though you remembered, or why it didn't come back to me when I first saw you again. I can't stand seeing you make that expression because of me. But I...
The station, our cards, the way we met, every time we were together... how much you mean to me. [It's cowardly, he knows, but Sougo can't help himself from leaning in to wrap his arms around Keigo the way he's wanted to from the beginning.] I remember it all, so please don't make that face anymore.
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[ keigo would likely look back upon this later with some embarrassment. in retrospect, maybe it should have come across as more obvious. but he just hadn't been in that state of mind to allow for any type of optimistic thought.
it quickly dissipated, however, as he listened to sougo, watched him as tears trickled down his face. this... was different. he'd made a wish? ]
Wh-what're you...
[ keigo's voice was so quiet it was hardly anything that could be considered an interruption to sougo's explanation. he was starting to shake, if just slightly, from this sudden presentation of information and what it actually meant. how... how could it be real? how could he have regained those memories? was this even happening? was keigo hallucinating?
he decided that no, he was not, thanks to sougo's touch. the way he wrapped his arms around him, pulled him close, sparked a wave of emotions he'd been keeping locked down inside of him. his trembling was more pronounced as sougo's sorrowful pleas solidified the reality that was being presented to him.
he remembered. ]
S-Sougo... [ keigo's voice was still weak, but this time, there was a definite lifting of his spirits, even if they were tinged with tears. keigo's reaction was delayed, but swift in the end: he returned the embrace with force, pulling sougo flush to his body and bowing his head against his shoulder. ] Sougo! [ he couldn't formulate anything but his name, but it was said with such a wash of relief and joy, he probably didn't need to say anything more. he just clung to him, tears overflowing and streaking down his face as he sobbed, months worth of fear and despair swiftly washed away. ]
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Yeah. It's me.
[Casual, familiar... This feels so overwhelmingly right, and he hadn't even known it was missing until it was too poignant to bear. Gentle as ever, Sougo brings a hand up to thread it soothingly through Keigo's hair, just as he used to whenever Keigo wound up crying or needing support.]
I'm so sorry for putting you through that. Forgetting was my greatest fear, and it came true before I could realize it.
[Now that all of these precious memories are back, he's certain that he could hold Keigo like this forever, memorizing the warmth of his touch all over again. But after a few moments pass, he finally moves back just enough to gently lift Keigo's face with one hand, brushing some of those tears away before cradling his cheek.]
I know I don't deserve to say this, but now that I have all of these memories and can comprehend how long it's been since I've really seen you... I missed you, Keigo. I missed you so much.
[And unable to bear waiting even a moment longer, Sougo closes his eyes and leans in to sweetly brush their lips together, reveling in the feeling of their familiar closeness.]
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[ keigo, as emotional as ever, was so thrilled he couldn't even express it in any other way but through tears and the occasional relieved laugh or sigh. this was so overwhelming... he knew it wasn't sougo's fault, but it felt like he'd been yo-yoing between hope and despair for so long. it was exhausting. all of those fears were assuaged for now and he was going to revel in the happiness he felt.
he couldn't even speak as sougo poured out his heart to him, but he easily moved with him as he reached to touch his face. it felt so wonderful and familiar, like he truly was experiencing what it would feel like to have someone return from the dead. maybe that was a bit dramatic...
but what was keigo if not dramatic?
he wanted to tell sougo no, he did deserve to tell him everything, anything, that he wanted. he wanted to hear it all. anything. but before he could gather his senses well enough to respond, sougo swiftly stole his breath away with that tender kiss.
keigo's eyes widened, the remnants of tears rolling down his cheeks before dissipating entirely. that feeling... that familiar, warm, welcoming feeling of sougo's touch, was amplified immensely from his own emotions and the surge of chroma between them. keigo quickly leaned into the touch, his hands smoothing over sougo's back to support him. he closed his eyes and kissed him deeply, going as far as to press firmly against him, edging sougo backwards.
was he really dipping him... well, the occasion seemed to call for it. ]
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Keigo leans in, and just like he has so many times, Sougo reflexively moves with him. How special it is to be this close, to feel this warmth once more... But as Keigo presses in further and suddenly tips him back, Sougo has to adjust in turn and throw an arm around Keigo to keep them steady, the fear of falling never crossing his mind. It's almost laughable how easily his breath is stolen away as he's tipped backwards, supported only by arms embracing him in a manner that feels far too sweet for the damage he's dealt to their owner's heart. But this long-waited reunion isn't a good time to dwell on the negatives, is it?
Sougo can't help but tilt his head into their kiss, tender yet a touch more desperate than he'd anticipated. It's so addicting to rememorize the feel of the soft strands of Keigo's hair, the plushness of his lips, the way their bodies fit together just so. What a beautiful thing.
Even as their lips part, Sougo doesn't pull back, holding Keigo close like this could all slip through his fingers at a moment's notice. He isn't going to let that happen... Not this time. Not when they're finally together again, the same passion and affection as before burning like a flame within him.]
Ever the romantic, aren't you?
[God, his voice is breathless. If the situation were any different, he'd likely be more embarrassed, but it only shows on his face as bashfulness - a look that can't be described as anything but smitten. Fond. Overwhelmingly grateful.]