.:Oh shit it's November:.

[ganymed]

Who ⬤ Ganymede and Co.
What ⬤ You know what.
When ⬤ Nebulous times.
Where ⬤ Fine Wine, ΩQuiet Winter’s Wanderlust, Gany's McMansion, Net Slum, Protected Forbidden Pilgrim
Content Warnings ⬤ mentions of kidnapping, captivity, transphobia, dissociation, existential depression, and probably incoming other cws, lmao

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[ganymed]

[ Totally. It's actually been awhile since he has been able to make Michel so flustered, it is kind of wonderfully nostalgic. He wonders if he truly would be able to make Michel want to hide his face again too.

But he doesn't get that far at the moment when he gets kissed a bit hard, a soft 'mmph' leaving him, though it isn't like he doesn't like that either. His cheeks are a deeper flush too. ]

This isn't me being merciful?

[ ...Alright now he is just being cheeky. He laughs a little too, though, moving to rest his head against Michel's shoulder. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ Michel narrows his eyes suspiciously and pokes at Ganymede's cheek. He sees that mischievous little smile. Ganymede absolutely knows that he's full of lies right now. ]

Which part is merciful?!

[ Ganymede just likes seeing him squirm. But when Ganymede snuggles down against him, he turns his head to hide his face against Ganymede's hair. ]

...Do you... should I... I-I don't know what you want from me, Ganymede. I'm not graceful with things like that. If... if you need me to say those compliments aloud more, then... could you tell me what you need?

[ganymed]

[ Ganymede grins for a moment when his cheek is poked, thereby proving Michel's point. Instead of saying so, he instead has the audacity to say: ]

All of it, of course.

[ He certainly does. Kind of. But, jokes aside, he loves the feeling of Michel cuddling close to him (even if it is just to hide in his hair.) Though, the question surprises him. ]

Michel, I just want you to be yourself, and to be with me, showing me your love in your own way. That's all I need. I fell in love with you for who you are. I'd...be happy to hear you give me compliments, but only when you feel it's natural.

[userunfriendly]

[ Ganymede is nearly entirely audacity by volume. Michel can't even be surprised anymore. But luckily, with his face tucked into Ganymede's hair like this, no one will catch him in the act of a tiny smile. ]

I'm always thinking them. It's only... that I don't know how to say them.

[ Is that natural, or unnatural? The sentiment comes as easily as breathing, even though he's never been that sort of person. But the rest... He lets out a quiet sigh and squeezes Ganymede's hand a little. ]

I never want you to doubt that I love you.

[ganymed]

[ ...oh. That makes his heart race even faster, though. But, in a good way. ]

When you feel less shy about them, you can try to put it into words, even if it might sound clumsy.

[ Ganymede teases, with affection. But, at the rest? He feels the gentle squeeze of the hand clutching his own, and begins to lightly run a thumb over a bit of that hand in a gentle caress. ]

...You have your own way of showing it. And besides, you accepted my proposal, even when you didn't have to. Though, now that I think of it, there is something I'd like for you to do for me...

[userunfriendly]

I think you only want to laugh at me.

[ The smile in his voice likely outweighs the little grumble. He doesn't really mind. Ganymede teasing him is how they started talking, after all...

It feels so good to have those memories back again. ]

I-I'm not petty enough to say "no" only because you asked first...

[ But he still thinks... If they make it back to the real world, he'd like to do it properly. Not soon. But when they're both recovered, when he's met Ganymede's family, when they've had time...

That little request pulls him out of the daydream that threatens to drag him back in, and he straightens a little, blinking down at Ganymede. ]

What is it?

[ganymed]

Hmmmm...we'll see!

[ Ganymede always just finds it easy to be himself around Michel. Like how he was when he was...well, the memory is missing, but he thinks once upon a time he was less distant with people, and that will have to be good enough. ]

Oh, it's only this.

[ Small fingers reach up to lightly grab a hold of the other's nose, before letting go, and then he slides out of Michel's grasp, racing to the door of the lodge. Don't ask how he has so much energy. ]

If you want your nose back, come and make snow angels with me!

[userunfriendly]

What is your fascination with my nose?!

[ How Ganymede manages to be a perpetual motion machine is a mystery for the ages.

But... it's nice. Michel can't match that energy, but he can bask in the warmth of it. Seeing Ganymede so lively again after everything that's happened soothes him. He doesn't try to hide the smile he shoots after him as he follows towards the lodge door at a more serene pace. ]

You're going to be cold again within a minute...

[ganymed]

It gets a cute reaction from you every time!

[ Ganymede practically shouts, door opening wide to the lodge outdoors, tackling the cold air with a seemingly unmatched exuberance. Though he turns on the heel of one foot facing Michel, hands behind his back, smile pulled wide. His expression is bright as the white snow beneath their feet. ]

When I get cold, I'll just have you warm me up again afterwards, right?

[ Then he moves his hands and hurries on forward still, until deciding to plop backwards against the mounds of snow with a little laugh. Come join him, Michel. ]

[userunfriendly]

Are we going to go in and out all day?

[ Noted indoor cat Michel really had been envisioning something more along the lines of just curling up on the couches together and never moving again... But he smiles to himself as he follows in the path Ganymede has plowed through the snow. For a moment he considers changing his clothes back to the more outdoor-friendly... but he'll accept the ravages of the snow against his coat, he supposes. It's not such unusual weather for him.

For a few moments he just looks down at Ganymede, expression in that resting coolness that Michel always defaults to without realizing. But he's committing the sight to memory, Ganymede smiling in the snow, before he finally sinks down beside him with a little huff. ]

we can probs wrap here!!

[ganymed]

I was thinking about it, but that'd probably not be a good idea.

Your wrinkle lines and sulky face would grow bigger.

[ Not to mention Ganymede is not immune to the cold and sadly catches them swiftly in chilly winter. Not even his stubbornness can tough out his non-immunity to freezing temperatures...

When he sees Michel's resting bitch face, though? He can't help but look up at him brightly. He likes that about him too. That comment about liking Gloomy Men hasn't been just artifice. So, there he goes, making snow angels in the snow with Michel, moving his arms, up until whenever they're done (probably indicative when Ganymede starts sneezing and coughing...) ]

SLAPS A CUTE BLUE BOW ON IT

[userunfriendly]

...That's fine. You're the one who has to live with looking at them.

[ He doesn't see his own face, so it's not a Michel problem. Just for that, Ganymede gets the tiniest hint of a smirk.

It's a silly and frivolous way to spend the day. It doesn't at all capture the gravity of the fact that he believes he just got engaged, or that there are more life-and-death battles ahead of them, that he no longer has any reason to trust whether it will be possible for them to leave this game.

And yet? It's perfect. For just a little while he can forget about everything except the fact that — whoever he is, whatever future awaits them — he does still remember how to feel simple happiness. ]