[The second he feels the touch, Mal leans heavily into it like a dog who's been left alone for far too long. Luna's embrace isn't an unfamiliar one anymore, but the mere weeks it's been since the last feels like an eternity. And this is the first time contact has been shared with his feelings out in the open like this, and the intent behind putting his arms around Luna's shoulders in return and holding him firmly.
Whether Luna's feelings are the same or not, Mal can at least be certain from this that it falls under the same umbrella term of love. This should be the happiest moment of his life... and he is overjoyed and immensely relieved, but at the same time he's all too aware of Junko Enoshima's poison running through his veins even now, staining his heart. If he'd just told him sooner... His stomach clenches, the muscles around the internal scarring over it twitching a little.
He has to let go of it. For both their sakes.
So instead of pulling away at the urging of the voice that tells him he doesn't deserve this, he buries his face in Luna's neck and inhales deeply, savouring his warmth, his scent, and his pulse.]
Well this is a lovely scene in every way: the cherry blossoms both on the trees and fluttering in the breeze, the clear blue sky overhead, the first hints of greenery appearing everywhere. It's like something out of a shoujo manga, just like Peony used to read when she'd been a young girl; everything is set up to frame the happy couple in some completely perfect snapshot of romance.
A proper happily ever after.
She's glad that she'd seen the embrace before she'd followed her instinct to call out to them; she would have hated to have ruined this. Something in her chest twists hard, burning worse than when she'd stabbed herself, and when she blinks, the entire scene blurs. No! She wants to be able to remember this properly -- the two of them happy and leaning on each other -- as both talisman and warning.
This is the right ending. This is what was supposed to have happened. Maybe, if she hadn't been selfish and let things go the way they should have, they could have avoided all of this. And now that things have resolved themselves properly, the last thing she wants to do is interfere with that. She's done enough.
So she lingers a few more seconds, just to try and burn that into her mind (remember them this way, remember that the next time you start getting greedy for the things you don't deserve), then turns and hurries off as quietly as she can. ]
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Whether Luna's feelings are the same or not, Mal can at least be certain from this that it falls under the same umbrella term of love. This should be the happiest moment of his life... and he is overjoyed and immensely relieved, but at the same time he's all too aware of Junko Enoshima's poison running through his veins even now, staining his heart. If he'd just told him sooner... His stomach clenches, the muscles around the internal scarring over it twitching a little.
He has to let go of it. For both their sakes.
So instead of pulling away at the urging of the voice that tells him he doesn't deserve this, he buries his face in Luna's neck and inhales deeply, savouring his warmth, his scent, and his pulse.]
...Thank you.
[Whatever this is, it is enough.]
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Well this is a lovely scene in every way: the cherry blossoms both on the trees and fluttering in the breeze, the clear blue sky overhead, the first hints of greenery appearing everywhere. It's like something out of a shoujo manga, just like Peony used to read when she'd been a young girl; everything is set up to frame the happy couple in some completely perfect snapshot of romance.
A proper happily ever after.
She's glad that she'd seen the embrace before she'd followed her instinct to call out to them; she would have hated to have ruined this. Something in her chest twists hard, burning worse than when she'd stabbed herself, and when she blinks, the entire scene blurs. No! She wants to be able to remember this properly -- the two of them happy and leaning on each other -- as both talisman and warning.
This is the right ending. This is what was supposed to have happened. Maybe, if she hadn't been selfish and let things go the way they should have, they could have avoided all of this. And now that things have resolved themselves properly, the last thing she wants to do is interfere with that. She's done enough.
So she lingers a few more seconds, just to try and burn that into her mind (remember them this way, remember that the next time you start getting greedy for the things you don't deserve), then turns and hurries off as quietly as she can. ]