[ kaeya's face in his neck is... perfect and precisely what he wants. he sways with him happily, his eyes shutting and his body sinking into his. he's never felt at home anywhere save when he was younger and now? well... this sure does feel like home even if it's worlds away. he knows that there are things that must be addressed, but for now, he knows that kaeya is too raw to consider anything at the moment.
he turns his head, kissing the lobe of his ear softly. ]
You're a pretty good dancer...
[ he squeezes very gently, turns to nose into his cheek, curling fingers into his clothes. ]
Hm, I bet you say that to everyone you dance with.
[he's feeling much better at least. it's been a roller coaster of a festival, what with the fun laughter of the dancing, the colorful fight that he didn't partake in but viewed from the sidelines, the nostalgic evening by the bonfire... and then diluc. ever the pain in kaeya's ass, probably as much as kaeya is annoying to diluc.
he wants to forget, and it's so easy like this, swaying gently to the music and following roman's lead. he doesn't have to think, doesn't have to remember. he just has to hold onto the man he loves and... dance.]
[ roman doesn't expect him to be 100%, but he can feel that he's perking up just a little bit. he presses his cheek to his gently, arm slung around him as he dances with him. the fact that kaeya holds onto him with such warmth, holding him like an anchor... well, it says enough.
he hums in the way that maybe says he's thinking befor he leans in and kisses, ceasing their swaying and just making sure he sets him aground. steady. when he pulls away, he looks him in the eye. ]
Sure, but I don't usually mean it.
[ his eyes flit downwards now, lashes stark, white blonde like his hair. ]
[of course, because roman and kaeya don't lie to each other, so he's telling the truth and it draws a chuckle from kaeya. the music is still playing in the background, a soft backdrop to their equally soft moment. something seems to shift, though, almost imperceptible given how they can both be.
ah, roman is so very, very beautiful. he brushes his bangs to the side - they fall back in place. there's something meaningful about that, but kaeya's too focused on roman to ponder about it.]
[ he leans his head gently into kaeya's palm, turning to kiss it briefly before turning back. it's not a lie, nor omission. roman finds the words stumble out before he can even contemplate hiding how he feels.
he's worried too. he's really worried. he hates that kaeya is hurting, wishes he could grasp onto it and squeeze it warmly. instead, he's here in his arms, which... it's the best he can do. ]
[kaeya smiles, full of love and adoration for this man. he may be hurting, yes, but it's a hurt that can be scabbed over. kaeya, at least in his mind, can move on. or at least forget for a while as he lives in this strange little pocket universe he's found himself in, spending all his time with the strange little man he's found himself in love with.
he kisses roman's head, holding him close.]
I love you so much. I'm glad you somehow tolerate me. [a little laugh as the music continues to play around them, as they just kinda stand there in their living room, curled in each other's embrace.
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he turns his head, kissing the lobe of his ear softly. ]
You're a pretty good dancer...
[ he squeezes very gently, turns to nose into his cheek, curling fingers into his clothes. ]
I could do this all night.
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[he's feeling much better at least. it's been a roller coaster of a festival, what with the fun laughter of the dancing, the colorful fight that he didn't partake in but viewed from the sidelines, the nostalgic evening by the bonfire... and then diluc. ever the pain in kaeya's ass, probably as much as kaeya is annoying to diluc.
he wants to forget, and it's so easy like this, swaying gently to the music and following roman's lead. he doesn't have to think, doesn't have to remember. he just has to hold onto the man he loves and... dance.]
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he hums in the way that maybe says he's thinking befor he leans in and kisses, ceasing their swaying and just making sure he sets him aground. steady. when he pulls away, he looks him in the eye. ]
Sure, but I don't usually mean it.
[ his eyes flit downwards now, lashes stark, white blonde like his hair. ]
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ah, roman is so very, very beautiful. he brushes his bangs to the side - they fall back in place. there's something meaningful about that, but kaeya's too focused on roman to ponder about it.]
What are you thinking about?
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[ he leans his head gently into kaeya's palm, turning to kiss it briefly before turning back. it's not a lie, nor omission. roman finds the words stumble out before he can even contemplate hiding how he feels.
he's worried too. he's really worried. he hates that kaeya is hurting, wishes he could grasp onto it and squeeze it warmly. instead, he's here in his arms, which... it's the best he can do. ]
Only you. How happy I am...
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he kisses roman's head, holding him close.]
I love you so much. I'm glad you somehow tolerate me. [a little laugh as the music continues to play around them, as they just kinda stand there in their living room, curled in each other's embrace.
kaeya wouldn't have it any other way.]