Open RP Post

[dreamedboy]

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[dreamedboy]

[Maybe he should have cared; something about the loss of free will, but neither of them could say for certain if loving Kavinsky had been dreamt into Proko or not. Until there was a way to know, one way or the other, Proko didn't see the point in getting upset about it. There were plenty of other more valid things to worry about, things he wasn't going to think about right now because they just- they didn't matter in this moment.

He was far more interested in the way K said I love you, the way that it made him feel warm and wanted and like there were butterflies in his stomach and like, just for a moment, he was weightless. He'd always had a feeling Kavinsky was the one, long before finding out about what he could do, back when they'd just met. There was a reason he had a K tattooed on his right thumb. It was small and subtle and simple but every time he looked at it, he was reminded of his connection to the other boy.

Goosebumps tingled across his skin when K touched his face, and subtly he tipped his head into it, eyes half closing for a moment. He couldn't help but smile, sliding one hand up to cup the back of Kavinsky's head gently, and then kissed him just as gently. Most of the time, he didn't think of K as fragile, knew he could take care of himself, but- he also knew better than most who the boy was under the bravado and drugs and sly words. Right now, K was fragile- that wasn't shocking after what'd happened. Proko would help hold all of his broken pieces together with tenderness and affection.]

Do you want to-

[He paused for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to ask his question. In the end, he switched tacts, went for something bolder and therefore a little more frightening-]

Does this mean we're- dating?