#our thread reck't me so here have some food in the meantime

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💇‍♀️    for   your    muse    to    play    with    my    muse’s    hair / ikki and darcy!! + combining it with 🌸 so he can place flowers in it too :')

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OF ALL THE THINGS THAT HAD ROTTED AWAY IN THE MIDST  of the Red Queen’s onslaught, he thinks the fields and fields of flowers that had wilted among Heart’s and Diamond’s borders are the most tragic loss. He had loved spending his days in his apothecary so long ago, stringing them up with imbued magicks from ceiling to floor. He looks now to the budding mixture of roses and lilies engulfing Ikki’s arms  —  gifts from the Fairy Queen to celebrate his arrival, woven with the last remaining drops of magic that held their kingdom together, ensuring their immortal bloomings. Blue and white, from the petals to the stem ... it was all very fitting, a motif to both the color of Ikki’s soul and the title he bore. It looked so pale in comparison to the garish red that the White Rabbit himself wore.

His arm brushes the outsider’s as he raises his hands to gently weave his fingers between the fabric of the bow that keeps his hair neatly tied back. In doing so, he glances up at him with a placid expression, though the moment their eyes meet, his own expression breaks its monotone in favor of a bashful smile. In truth, he hated taking his hair down, simple a request as Ikki’s may have been. He utterly abhors the concept of appearing disheveled in any way to those around him. Prim, proper, every piece of Darcy White was a puzzle that fit perfectly with that which slid into place next to it. A single ruffle out of place was one too many and yet, he would unravel every part of him if only he was the one to ask. No matter how mundane, or how terribly intimate. Such small things were so important to him. Even still, it’s so very like him to fold his bow with the utmost care to place by his side  :  his monocle closely follows.

“I do not believe they will suit me.”  He had already guessed what his intentions were, evidenced in the way he obediently sits off the edge of the bed without needing to be told. He’s sure he catches a quirk to Ikki’s lips as he spreads the flowers out around his bow, but he doesn’t prod. It’s so unceremonious, the way he feels him move around the bed on his knees once he’s done, working his way over to sit behind him. It’s the heat of their closeness at his back that makes Darcy stiffen, his lips pressing together in an absent attempt not to jump  ...  but already, his ears quiver as pink blossoms ‘pon his skin, starting embarrassingly at the nape of his neck. It goes beyond simply being a demure man  :  touch starved is not the half of it, attention starved more apt. He anticipates it so dearly that the moment the hume’s fingers begin to thread through his loosened hair, the rabbit has to uselessly kick his legs beneath him to keep from launching himself off the bed. The feeling tickles. His eyes close, tightly, for a moment... then he releases a steadying sigh. He tries not to think too deeply on how the flow of time is altered around them. Sped up, at first, then slowed back to normal with the calming of his breaths...

He can imagine him behind him, with his fingers brushing against the back of his neck as they do now, smiling in either poorly hidden amusement  —  or something deeper that was never meant to be hidden in the first place. The first flower is plucked from the bed and so it begins, the weaving of the stem into his hair.

“I am taking one of them,”  he declares after a beat longer of silence than he’d intended. His voice cracks a little, but he peaks open his eyes and reaches over to take one of the flowers from the spread. It’s a blue lily, pristine, untouched by the waging wars of this realm. In this moment together, looking at these, holed up in the barriers of Diamond Kingdom, one would think them nothing but two men, smitten with one-another, not a singular care in the world. Despite the dark of the White Rabbit’s goals that lurk ‘neath the surface  ...  there is something in that thought that lightens his heart. He twirls the flower between his fingers, taking another deep breath as he steadies himself enough to correct his posture and lean back properly to the feeling of flowers tenderly twisting through his hair.

For the first time in quite some time, he lays his burdens down and lets his shoulders relax. Careful not to disturb him, his gaze flits towards the greenhouse-esque ceiling of the room, gazing distantly at the glowing vines and flora that twisted throughout.  “Part of me wonders if I should read your intentions.”  When he speaks again, his voice is quiet, less gripped by anxiety and lack of surety.  “Did you think of me immediately upon receiving these flowers? Was it an afterthought? Perhaps you simply had no other use for them, as the act of grabbing a vase for a kingdom we cannot stay in would be rather ridiculous. And then I think to myself... I am overthinking it.”  His eyes soften, smiling waning in response to his own lack of confidence.  “It is simply enough that you had ever given thought to me to begin with. Because, more than all else, I wish to be seen by you.”

He feels Ikki’s hands pause as they are tangled in his hair and the falter makes his hand lower against Darcy’s neck  :  a touch brief enough that it does not linger before he starts, but that the rabbit notices all the same. It occurs to him, in that moment, when he feels him reach for the ribbon so that he may tie off his hair once again  —  meaning, presumably, he is done with the arrangement of flowers he had wished to decorate him with  —  that for all the speeches, monologues, and declarations he has made at the other man’s behest, not a single one of them had ever been quite so simple as the concept of ‘ I just wished to spend an ordinary moment with you. ‘

He waits until the ribbon is tied and although he can already tell the bow itself is not quite up to his posh and prickly standards, he disregards it in favor of shifting ‘pon the bed so that he may face the other. He turns to rest on his knees, face to face with the one he has singularly dedicated the entirety of his heart and soul to, empty and absent as both parts of him now were. Absently, his hand raises to touch flowers carefully weaved into his hair, now held in place by the ribbon that had been returned. In his other hand, the lily he had stolen from the lineup lies in wait  :  and shortly after, he reaches to gently tuck the stem behind Ikki’s ear. His touch lingers, unapologetically, as his fingers cup his jaw with tenderness.

“Je t’aime de toute mon âme.”  It takes careful situating not to knock them over on the unstable surface of the bed, but he pushes himself forward on his knees enough that he is able to touch the tips of their noses together. There’s adoring humor in the way he stops there, but he smiles at him, fond and affectionate.  “I am so happy here with you, Ikki.”  And that is what he leaves it at, away from his usual ramblings and poetic rants. He supposes there are moments, even in worlds as chaotic as this, where small occurrences are simple and they are enough. One would think that the end of it, but he closes his eyes and leans closer, down enough that with the help of his hand tilting Ikki’s face, he is able to press a kiss more firmly to the corner of his mouth. And although he moves so that his lips linger over the outsider’s properly, he does not close the distance, smile turning somewhat playful as he pulls away.

Darcy falls back to a sit, legs tucked underneath him. The change in posture makes it so that he looks up at Ikki now. His grin quickly turns coquettish.  “T’would be rather unbecoming of me to steal a kiss from an outsider who has shown me such gracious acts of love from the bottom of his heart this evening. ‘Tis a pity, is it not? I suppose I will simply have to wait for you, instead.”  He’s being intentionally hoity-toity, actively taunting him with express purpose as if daring him, though despite that he still looks him directly in the eye as if he is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.  “As lovely as I am certain your work is, the flower far better suits you.”  He doesn’t flinch away to indicate he is ready to return to form for once, rather, moves to rest his own hands in his lap expectantly. Distance between them, truthfully, is the last thing he wants. Lovestricken, his head cocks to the side as he breathes a sigh of pure, utter, unburdened adoration.  “They match your beautiful eyes, mon coeur...”

#dangaer #our thread reck't me so here have some food in the meantime #dabs at my teary eyes #i have so many EMOTIONS #darcy may be the villain of this story bUT HOW AM I NOT SUPPOSED TO ROOT FOR THIS!!!! POINTS AGGRESSIVELY AT THEM!!!!11! #◟ ⋆ DARCY › although our vows are broken‚ i will meet you there. #long post -- #all that cute shit n then darcy had to ruin it by showing his Tru Colors at the end i hate it here just kiss him you coy fuck #◟ ❥ ikki + darcy : we could do it if we tried if only to say you’re mine‚ know you and i shouldn’t feel like a crime. › dangaer.