[Maybe Wataru will lose his shine in Eichi's eyes, if he's suddenly so close, so attainable, when Eichi's always thought or acted otherwise. But Eichi will never lose his shine in Wataru's eyes. He'll value and cherish him in every way, whether Eichi's light is bright or dim at the time.
His hands hover in the air a bit, and the ends of his hair seem to droop from where they were sleep-mussed and wild. Eichi's leaving... Eichi...
Eichi's leaving, but with beautiful words, a promise, and all Wataru can do is nod because where Wataru is usually the whirlwind, Eichi is that this morning. He wants to scream at the top of his lungs, yes, yes! But off the blonde goes, and Wataru finally lets his hands dumbly wave back, a goodbye to the nothingness that remains in Eichi's absence.
He feels cold now, incomplete, but they're lovers... Yes, that's what they've become! They've held each other so close he can't bear being apart. Minutes pass, Wataru's violet eyes fixed on the door, then a knock comes. One of the servants to rouse him. He's so glad they don't bother him much, that they don't open the door, because he's still naked, and still staring blankly ahead at the space Eichi occupied until moments ago.]
Yes, good morning~☆! I'll be out shortly!
[Cheerful, but with a feigned touch of sleepiness to make it seem as though he's only just awakened. And then he slides out of bed to dress and make his way to breakfast.]
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His hands hover in the air a bit, and the ends of his hair seem to droop from where they were sleep-mussed and wild. Eichi's leaving... Eichi...
Eichi's leaving, but with beautiful words, a promise, and all Wataru can do is nod because where Wataru is usually the whirlwind, Eichi is that this morning. He wants to scream at the top of his lungs, yes, yes! But off the blonde goes, and Wataru finally lets his hands dumbly wave back, a goodbye to the nothingness that remains in Eichi's absence.
He feels cold now, incomplete, but they're lovers... Yes, that's what they've become! They've held each other so close he can't bear being apart. Minutes pass, Wataru's violet eyes fixed on the door, then a knock comes. One of the servants to rouse him. He's so glad they don't bother him much, that they don't open the door, because he's still naked, and still staring blankly ahead at the space Eichi occupied until moments ago.]
Yes, good morning~☆! I'll be out shortly!
[Cheerful, but with a feigned touch of sleepiness to make it seem as though he's only just awakened. And then he slides out of bed to dress and make his way to breakfast.]