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soundoftheseas2017-02-19 10:57 pm
prettybomberhead) wrote in soundoftheseas2017-02-19 10:57 pm
DIAMARI CATCHALL
because these two need a place to just be over the top losers
because these two need a place to just be over the top losers
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It didn't help that they kept such a slow pace getting there, she imagines. She'd offer poor Dia a handkerchief, but, the only one she has on hand is a little...well, it's a bit grimey from prior use, so, she'll lead her straight to the bathroom instead, where she can get some fresh towels and a robe, and a drier, too...
"You dry off in here and get changed! I'll make sure we have fresh tea and warm blankets, so you don't get even more sick...take as long as you need, per favore!"
At this rate, she may just have to make her Stewshine after all...
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With Mari gone, she takes a couple minutes to towel herself off and change, unceremoniously dumping her mess of a uniform in the dryer. Good riddance. The robe, as one would expect from Awashima hotel, is so ridiculously, luxuriously soft that the mere act of putting it on soothes her instantly.
With her hand on the doorknob, Dia hesitates a moment. The thought of appearing before Mari like this makes her a little self conscious-- but, well... it's Mari, she reminds herself. They've known each other since they were seven. And after the chain of humiliation she's been through in this one, single day alone, there's little reason to feel particularly distressed by something of this calibre.
So Dia swallows against the small seeds of insecurity gathered in her chest and exits the bathroom, calling out softly: "I'm done."
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Oooh, just thinking about it makes her spine tingle! A conversation with Dia like this feels like everything she could have wanted for...well, for years now! What's she going to say? How is she going to phrase it?! She's so wrapped up in it that she practically jolts when Dia hesitantly makes her way out of the bathroom and...
Wow. Wow, wow, wow, wow. Some part of her is vaguely telling her to stop being such a useless lesbian and say something, because she's already made Dia uncomfortable enough and staring for too long flabbergasted over how radiant she is probably isn't going to help at all, but, on the other hand, Dia is in front of her, in a bathrobe, and she looks Stunning with a capital S, and she kind of sort of confessed to her today, and Dia kind of sort of accepted it--
Okay. Okay, okay. If she can just clear her throat and stop herself from swooning for two seconds and keep her cheeks from getting too red...
"I-I'm, um, I'm ready over here whenever you want to sit down and talk!"
It all comes out in one big breath, way too fast, before she bends over immediately and reaches to take a sip of the hot tea on the table; she burns her tongue a bit on it, but that's the last thing on her mind right now. Maybe it's nerves?
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"-- Ah, yes, right. Of course."
Dia pulls the robe tighter around her in a half-conscious motion (the process confirms it wasn't loose or anything-- thank God, she would've died), and shuffles over towards the sofa with her head ducked low.
Boy. She's not one bit prepared.
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"Oh, come now, Dia, isn't this what you wanted? It's just the two of us now. No one around, no rain, no trucks...you finally have me all to yourself. You don't have to be shy now, right?"
She leads them both to the couch and plops down on one of the cushions; there are warm blankets and pillows behind them, and the seats are certainly cozy, but Mari has no intention of reclining. Now that the two of them are finally alone...
"Besides, you seemed so excited to tell me something before, back there in the rain. Don't hold back now that you've finally got me right where you want me. I won't laugh or anything, I promise. I was good the whole way here..."
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The time is now. She sucks in a breath.
"Mari-san, I..."
The first hurdle wastes no time rearing its head: she doesn't know how to say it. That's right, she was just about to settle the matter in her head when that accursed truck sped by and washed it all away in a great splash -- now she can't remember what she'd decided. I like you feels too juvenile. I love you feels too weighted. I admire you doesn't quite carry the right implication, and god Mari's staring right at her with those big, expectant eyes. She has no idea what to say! She has no idea what to say!
Dia's heart lurches up into her throat, and she jerks her hands away, wiping sweaty palms back and forth on the lap of her bathrobe.
"I-I can't do it like this! It's impossible! Turn around, or something!"
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Of all the ways Mari expected this conversation to go, letting Dia make a confession to the back of her head wasn't quite on the list of possibilities. That said, though, today's already been filled with plenty of unexpected happenings, and this probably isn't the last strange thing that'll happen, so...
"Dia, you don't have to be so nervous...just take your time, okay? It's not what you say as much as it is what you mean..."
She says that, but, she knows it's probably a lost cause. This is Dia Kurosawa she's talking about, here; she'll have nothing less than perfection. And this is her confession, so, for now, she'll play by her rules.
From her spot on the couch, she turns around, her back facing Dia, eyes closed. Not content to go without at least some form of physical contact, though, she scoots up a little closer, so her back is touching Dia's side...
"Is this easier?"
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Turning, she presses herself up against Mari's back, arms wrapping around her waist from behind. And she sags into her with a deep, grateful sigh.
"Yes."
It is easier, after that. Dia is relieved enough to let go. She doesn't try to build a whole speech in her head, but instead resolves to release each thought as it floats up to the surface, only taking a moment to play it back at herself beforehand. No longer.
"I... missed you, when you were gone," she finally begins -- her voice hesitant still, but smoother than before. "Even telling myself that it was for the better, I still missed you. I think-- that's when I realized."
A beat. Mari's warm against her chest, and the scent of her shampoo tickles her nostrils. Lavender, Dia thinks. It's soothing. She's missed that, too.
"Your presence was something I never had to question. I never thought to imagine what it'd be like without you, until those two years where that became reality." Dia inhales, steeling herself for the admission: "And I wanted, during that time, to have you close. So badly."
She's not used to this, laying down her feelings so plainly. Watching Kanan and Mari reconcile from afar, she almost thought she'd never have to. But... she's glad. Even if her palms are clammy, and her fingertips are shaky. It feels safe, like this, liberating in a way she hadn't expected -- and slowly, Dia finds herself swept into a steady, certain pace.
"You're loud. And you're tactless, and act on your whims far too much. But everything is brighter when you're there." Another brief pause; she bobs her head, the tip of her nose nuzzling Mari's nape. "Even if we're always bickering, I respect you. How passionate you are. How hard you work when you're serious."
"I-- I like you. I love you. I admire you." She ended up saying all of it, like an idiot. But somehow, she feels like it's okay.
Her arms pull tighter around Mari.
"So... I don't want to let go anymore."
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But the longer Dia speaks, the more Mari starts to sniffle, though she tries her best to stay steady. She's suddenly grateful that Dia had her turn around; for her to get emotional like this twice in one day, it's really not like her at all, but Dia's words are as bittersweet as can be. Not a day goes by when she doesn't regret leaving Dia and Kanan by themselves for those two years, and now that she knows the truth of what happened, it pains her to think of that lost time. She thinks of all of the cold nights Dia must have spent throughout those lonely years, and her heart starts to ache; in light of her confession, leaving for so long feels that much worse, a terrible decision that she feels like an idiot for even considering, much less taking up.
But despite the throbbing that's welled up in her chest and the lump that's made its way to her throat, she's relieved, thrilled, even; even after those two years away, Dia's still here, with her arms wrapped tight around her belly and her chin on her shoulder, telling her how much she cares, how much she's always cared. Yes, she has her regrets, and yes, she's far from perfect, but, Dia, her Dia, her precious, wonderful, genuine Dia...
She turns her upper body, through Dia's grasp, brings her hand to cradle the back of Dia's head, and pulls her in for a kiss, right there on the couch. She doesn't have to worry about who's going to see them under the stairs, and she doesn't give a damn about how awkward it is or how uncoordinated they are. They'll have plenty of time to get better at it. The only way to do that is to practice, and if it means bringing her lips to Dia's like this all day, having the taste of her strawberry lip balm on her lips until the sun goes down and rises all over again, so be it. And just when she thinks she's ready to break it off, she goes in for another kiss, and another.
And when she finally, finally gives Dia a chance to breathe...
"You won't ever get the chance to. ...Let me go, that is. I won't let you be alone. Not now, not ever again. That's a promise from me."
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"... Thank you, Mari-san," she says once the kiss is over, flushed from the base of her throat to the crown of her neck. She bumps their foreheads lightly together, then reaches to cup Mari's cheek, thumb brushing softly at the corner of her eye.
"You're tearing up again..."
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Her laugh is quiet and a bit strangled from the swelling in her throat and how winded she is from their kisses, but she's grinning from ear to ear. It's a big, doofy smile that she can't control even if she wanted to; she can feel her dimples hurting and her face growing hotter as she rubs their noses together and Dia puts her hand on her cheek. She's not outright sobbing, not again, but she can feel her vision getting misty even as Dia points it out.
She adjusts her positioning on the couch when Dia strokes her face, finally turning to get a good look at her face. Dia's so beautiful that she can hardly stand it, even when she's short of breath like this. Especially when she's short of breath like this.
She can't help herself. She kept herself from being physical the whole way back to the hotel; surely Dia will reward her patience a little more, won't she?
"I like you."
Her fingers run upwards through Dia's long, dark hair as she grips at a fistful of it to kiss her yet again. She's not rough, but she can't help herself. She moves herself in, as close as she can, so their bodies can touch, so Dia can grip her just a bit more tightly.
"I love you."
A fifth kiss. The word practically dances off her tongue, still a bit numbed from the hot tea that she hurriedly took a sip of. It's not an intentional whisper; the last thing she wants is her love for Dia to be a secret, she wants to shout it to the world, but she's so short of breath that it comes out in a silken, hushed, low tone before she brings her lips to hers yet again.
"I admire you."
Her free hand finds its way to Dia's leg, running up and down her thigh when as she kisses her a sixth time. She can already feel herself getting light-headed, but she can hardly bring herself to care. This feels way too good for her to even think about it. Dia's right; she does act on her whims too much, but when every part of her is craving this, begging and pleading for her lips to touch Dia's just one more time, she's not quite strong enough to resist that temptation.
Neither of them are probably looking at the window; after all, the real view is what's happening inside, not out, but it looks like the fog's finally managed to break, just in time for dusk.