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[nascere]

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[nascere]

Min. Min. Hey.

[ The different little shifts are alarming, from black to blue and black to blonde, shimmering like water under the sun, formless and infinite, and he can't help but cup his face and hold him steady. Formless and infinite, and no less beautiful in itself for all that's undefined. Minsu is not human -- that he's already suspected in the weeks that they've met. He's more, older than Lucis, perhaps, but he kisses Noctis like he means it, and when he calls him pretty prince there's affection in it that doesn't immediately set his teeth on edge.

No, there's something different in the name he sets for him, and he kisses him back, leaning into his hands and kissing him deeply, passionate and heated even if his mouth seems fuller than before, his cheeks sharper. ] I like you. The real you. I want you to show me.

[ All teeth and sharp angles, dangerous and deadly -- he wants to see who he really is. ]

[foxtrots]

[noctis says his name and he's steadied, giving the illusion of serenity if not for his ragged breaths. minsu focuses on him, on the shape of his lips and the sound of his voice, until he finally returns to himself.]

I can't.

[whispered. minsu smiles sadly, because this is the one thing that he can't do for him. maybe he can't rid himself of that shameful, wicked creature inside of him, but he can keep it away from noctis. he leans in, his next kiss just an affectionate brush against his forehead.]

This is the 'me' that fell for you, so it's the only 'me' that I ever want to be. For the rest of my life.

[nascere]

[ Of all the answers Noctis expects, this isn't one of them. This is the 'him' that fell in love with him? The answer throws him off, startles him because this is Minsu at his most honest, the sad whisper of his words, and Noctis doesn't let go.

Okay. Okay, he can deal with this. Minsu, special and sharp and passionate, fierce and inhuman and the most tender person he's ever met -- he's fallen in love with this one, too, and he slides an arm around him, as if he could protect Minsu from himself. He shifts, tilts his head up so that he can capture his mouth, soft and slow and deliberate. ]

Okay. [ He says at last, because who is he to insist on it if Minsu already says this is who he wants to be? Another soft, slow kiss, as if he could lift the sadness from his eyes, his smile. ] Then I'll have this 'you'. Kinda like this one more than the rest, anyway.

[ This, too, is the Minsu he'd fallen in love with. ]