“Your first and hopefully your last, right?” Idia murmurs idly. It’s hope, he’s telling himself, not a curse to condemn Cater to years of a worse kind of loneliness, the kind that comes after losing pure happiness with another person. He would never want that for his beloved. He hates that his pessimistic nature even dares to pull that thought from the depths in this moment. “I know you’re my first and last, too.”
His fingers continue their idle fiddling in Cater’s hair. The lull in their start toward a second significant round of lovemaking feels poignant somehow, a breath before the drenching summer storm after a drought. Despite his lingering fears, Idia feels at peace here in Cater’s arms. He wants to feel his boyfriend around him, shuddering in ecstasy, but this is as vital as any of that passionate, reckless abandon. Even when his body is pulled taut by desire, his heart remains so very soft for Cater.
"Most definitely my last," is his answer. If it weren't such a special moment, he might have made a teasing remark along the lines of unless you plan on dumping me. Right now, though, he feels serious. Cater looks up into Idia's eyes to drive the point home. He hadn't ever wanted anyone else the way he wanted Idia. Had been so afraid of ever having a love like this only to lose it. If he ever did lose it...well, there's no way he'd try again. He didn't know what he'd do with himself. "You're the love of my life, Idia Shroud."
He's ready to say it every single day and then some to help assuage those lingering doubts.
Idia has to blink away happy tears gathering at his waterlines. Between Cater's sincere words and that look in his eyes, the Housewarden's heart is so full. He wants to hug his boyfriend but with Cater's face hovering at chest level, all he'll do is smother the other boy against his torso. So he simply kisses the top of Cater's head again and again. "I'm sorry I made you wait so long. I don't know how you could stand it. But I want to make up for everything, okay? All my key items are marked for you. I want you to have the next one in the list."
His virginity, his heart, his soul... hell, if Cater asked for his life, Idia would give it without hesitation. The longer they're together, the more he's sure he has no regrets letting Cater in, even if it could mean a broken heart after graduation. If the only key item he gets to take to the end of his story is a happy memory? He'll cherish it forever. But Cater deserves so much more than just a memory, he deserves a happy life for the rest of his days.
Kissing Idia's chest once more, Cater draws himself up onto his knees, staring down at the blue-haired beauty with warm eyes. "No more apologies," he decides; they've shared more than enough of them to smooth over the rocky couple of years as classmates. Pulling open his own robe and shrugging it off of his shoulders so it pools around his waist, Cater reaches around to find Idia's cock and brush his fingertips teasingly across it. "I'm more than ready to get you all hot and bothered again."
Idia sighs shakily at the touch and shifts his hips, an inviting smile on his lips. His gaze wanders over Cater's body, hungry. He sits up so he can work his robe out from beneath him, tossing it aside so it will remain clean for later. While upright he steals a chaste but lingering kiss from his boyfriend's lips. "I'm more than ready, too."
How does Cater plan to do this? Idia's imagination runs wild with ideas, all of which set his heart racing. He can't wait to see his boyfriend's handsome face wracked with pleasure. Will the sounds he makes change from when he topped Idia? The Housewarden can already feel the first renewed stirrings of desire twitch through him, heat creeping through his face and chest.
This is such a good look on Idia. The budding excitement, quiet anticipation. Not quite pleasured but body waking and interested. To be fair, though, he's finding that he loves every expression that Idia makes. Each one inspires something in him: the want to give him more and more, the thirst to drink him in. Cater's smile grows just a little more cheeky as his touch grows more deliberate. Throwing his robe off the bed to join Idia's, he never takes his eyes off of Idia's face as he curls his fingers around his boyfriend's stiffening member, tugging it with a slow, demanding sort of insistence.
"You looking at me like that makes me so hard," he confesses--and being fully exposed on top of him, Idia can definitely see the truth in the sentiment. Cater's dick is clearly beginning to swell with eagerness, a pleasant shiver passing through him from those golden eyes scouring his body.
Idia lets his neck arch, a low noise rumbling in the back of his throat as Cater strokes him. His hips twitch upward with every tug, first barely moving but then starting to roll as he swells in Cater's grip. His eyes go half-lidded, hungry, breathy sounds shivering from his lips. Maybe it's selfish to add to his own pleasure, but Idia finds himself skimming cool fingertips across his chest, shuddering as he bumps a nipple. He's never toyed with them before, but it seems to make his boyfriend's caresses feel all the more intense. Before he can think about it, he lightly pinches the little nub, sending a quick shock from his chest to his groin. His hips lift off the bed and his mouth drops open in a startled moan.
Cater has ruined him, how will he ever be able to focus on engineering again now that he's felt this? His free hand reaches down to close around his boyfriend's cock, stroking in time with Cater's movements despite the awkward angle. "You're... so perfect...," he whines, "Everything about you... how did I get so lucky...?"
His erection pulses with an even more intense feeling of pleasure as he watches Idia toy with himself for the first time. There's a shine in his eyes and he can't help licking his lips--Seven, he's so sexy and he has no idea! And then his boyfriend reaches to stroke him and a hiss of pleasure escapes him, eyes fluttering closed for an instant.
"You're the one who's perfect," he says in return, running his free hand through his hair. "I know you can't see it, but I'm going to help you feel it."
Glancing around, Cater finds where the bottle of lube had been forgotten off to the side of the bed and reaches for it. He hates having to let go of Idia's cock for a second but it has to be done. Pouring a bit of the wet substance into his palm he starts spreading it along Idia's shaft. It's tempting to stroke him off until he explodes right then and there, but that would mean waiting even longer, again, for the main event. Cater isn't sure he can wait any longer.
Fortunately, having been on the receiving end before, as well, Cater isn't too worried about easing into it on his own end.
Honestly, Idia's not expecting the lube to come into play so soon. Cater had to finger him and stretch him out to get ready, so doesn't that need to happen for Cater's sake now? He wants to check, to see if he needs to prep his boyfriend, since he should learn how to do it eventually! But it's so hard to think with that slippery hand moving up and down his throbbing dick, pulling increasingly desperate sounds from him.
"C-- Cater... w-- wait...!" He feels hot and his head is starting to swim. The hand on his chest curls, digging his nails into his palm to let the sting ground him somewhat. His hand stills on his boyfriend's length but doesn't let go. "Wait, wh-- what about you? You're not ready for that equipment yet, are you?"
His face having developed a nice flush, Cater shakes his head. His hair falls into his face as he fixes Idia with a hungry look. "Don't worry, I can handle it." It's been long enough that he knows he'll be a bit tight, but Cater doesn't mind a little bit of pain--and it's not like it could ever be as bad as his first time, where he'd been completely unprepared. "I don't want to wait any longer."
Inching back, he shifts and angles himself so he can press Idia's lubricated tip against his puckered opening. With a bracing breath, he pushes down against it, easing it in--but unlike when their positions were reversed, Cater's much less slow and delicate. He can't help his face from screwing up as he lets out a shuddering moan, panting as he drives Idia all the way inside him. As he sits fully against his pelvis, his head tips upward, eyes closed as he enjoys the sensation of fullness. That enticing mixture of pleasure and discomfort, his sensors all poised at attention.
Whatever Idia's about to say as he feels Cater straddle his dick rushes out of him instead as a choked gasp with that one hard push. His senses dissolve into heat and pressure and Cater squeezes the base of him so hard he's pretty sure he physically can't come. It's so much, just as intense as having his boyfriend buried inside him, but in a completely different way. The sight alone of his cock swallowed by that tight heat could undo him if he looks too long. He's afraid if Cater starts to move, he'll lose his mind, so he grips the other boy's hips to hold both himself and Cater steady until they can adapt.
It's almost a moot point when Idia finally dares to look up further, beyond the point of their union and Cater's gently bobbing length, past the rise and fall of his chest, to that handsome face. That expression... the blissed out mixture of pleasure bordering on pain! Cater did that to himself because he couldn't wait to ride Idia! Cater wanted him that badly... oh, Idia could cry, he loves this boy so much. But still, he has to know: "A-- are you okay...?"
It takes a second for Cater to register the question, and when he does he lets out a breathless laugh. When his eyes open, he looks down at Idia and smiles, putting his hands over the ones gripping at his hips. "I'm way more than okay," he promises. "You feel more amazing than I could've imagined, I feel like I could just stay like this."
But damn if he doesn't want to move, too, to rub and hit on his sweet spot until he could pass out. To start, though, Cater leans over him and goes in for a hot-breathed kiss, his body moving just slightly up Idia's shaft as he does. "I want to drink in all of you," he murmurs as the kiss breaks before going in for a second.
On Idia's end, the kiss is as much a moan that he feeds to Cater, that slight movement enough to send him reeling. He's lost in his hunger, his tongue intruding into the second kiss, his hips thrusting shallowly with every hitch of their mingled breath. If this is how Cater felt when first sinking into him, how did he ever resist breaking into an instant flurry of movement? He's so deep, he can feel himself throbbing inside Cater, his nails biting into his boyfriend's hips as he struggles not to move too much. His one saving grace is a lack of core strength, otherwise he's sure he'd be pounding Cater into oblivion from where he's nestled in the bed. It's a hundred times better than being jerked off, not only the sensation but also knowing his boyfriend trusts him enough to be penetrated like this.
Cater's hands slide up the sides of Idia's face as they kiss, happy to delve more deeply into his boyfriend's mouth as his fingers slide through the warm, color-changing hair. It feels so good, their mingling breath and tongues, those shallow, instinctive thrusts pushing into him.
Having a much more established core, he starts to move in a slow but much more steady rhythm. There's still a bit of resistance even with the lube, but that only makes the whole thing feel better. Cater whines into Idia's mouth, and it's hard to breathe right when he's focusing on their joined bodies. He has to break it, pressing his forehead into Idia's jawline, lips pressed into that long, pale neck.
Cater starts moving and Idia's suddenly glad for the broken kiss right after, because he's gasping hard every time he jerks up to meet his boyfriend. It's an awkward rhythm but it still has Idia's eyes rolling back and his toes curling. Bold red floods through his hair again where it was only streaks moments ago, his throat working frantically around hard breaths and groans of pleasure. His bitten-off nails grip harder, pinpoints of sharp burning over the arches of Cater's hips.
This is unreal! For Cater to make love to him so gently and now reverse their positions in this slow but reckless ride has to be a dream. It simply feels too good to be reality, reality is supposed to hurt. But Cater rolls his body above him, squeezes him, kisses his neck and whimpers in ecstasy that Idia is giving him. It's real and Idia really never wants this night to end. He offers his neck, arching until Cater can taste the pulse drumming there under the skin, wanting something he can't name. He wants to carry the badge of Cater's affection even if no one but them can see it.
More, more, his body urges. The way he moves causes his erection to slide between their stomachs, creating a friction that's so achingly sweet. It's the perfect company to the deeply seeded heat that Idia's penetration causes him. Feeling hot and wild, Cater reacts on instinct to that extended neck, tongue sliding over the skin before he pulls it in between his teeth, sucking and nibbling. His breath is like fire against Idia's cooler skin, and Cater can see the glow around them turning warm with the shift change in Idia's hair.
He wants to tell him he loves him, but in his rapidly glowing pleasure he can't find words--it's too hard to speak, so Cater communicates through his body. He starts to ride him with a more greedy insistence, their pelvises meeting with an audible smack. His fingers dig in deeper, finding Idia's scalp and scouring it, pulling his head back even further.
The teeth and suction on his neck make Idia cry out, his cock throbbing with a strong pulse. He's quickly climbing toward his peak, Cater almost bouncing on him and sending his willpower spiraling away. The fingertips gripping his scalp, tugging on his hair, have him whining for more. Cater could turn his throat into a necklace of bruises and bites and Idia would thank him for it later. It's so different and so much and Idia swears his heart's about to explode. His core burns as he struggles to keep up.
He's going to come and his body needs that release but he doesn't want to, he doesn't want it to end. Stars burst behind his eyelids as they squeeze shut, his heart banging madly against his ribs. He yanks Cater down by the hips as he slams upward as hard as he can, though he feels the not-quite-painful pull of something in his back and abdomen, a broken scream of "ffffuck!" echoing off the walls. He comes so hard it rattles him like a terrier shaking a rat, his body twitching and spasming with every spurt.
Cater's skin scrape Idia's skin and his mind swims, lost in a flurry of growing ecstasy. His whole body is pressurized and threatening to burst as he rides, each moment feeling more intense than the last as Idia's body reacts to the feeling of him--primal and desperate. He's expecting his boyfriend to blow inside of him, of course, but the ferocity that it happens takes him so off guard he cries out when their bodies are slammed down together. Idia's final, great thrust pushes hard into Cater's prostate and the burst of semen like magma shooting inside of him sends him to the moon.
His own orgasm rocks him as he moans sharply, wanting to push Idia down against that button again and again but his legs shake too hard and he can't, stuck there against his lover's body as their mingling sounds of gratification drive him wild. This time, Cater doesn't collapse, but as his seed stops spilling onto Idia's abdomen he leans in and kisses him everywhere. Small, hot, panting kisses peppered with moans. The salt of Idia's sweat is a perfect chaser to the thrum of his pulse beneath his lips.
Idia has already sagged bonelessly into the mattress by the time he feels those little kisses on his face and neck. He's panting harder than he ever did during PE and every inch of his skin tingles. He almost has a headache from how forcefully he came. Cater's orgasmic cry still rings in his ears. Somehow he finds the energy to crack his eyes open, and what he sees nearly sends him into another climax.
Cater looks wrecked. Flushed face, skin gleaming, and an inexplicable something in his eyes that Idia's pretty sure translates to "well-fucked." Those little moans send waves of lazy shivers through the Housewarden. They'd definitely gone a little wild, not at all what Idia had expected. But as different as it was from their earlier tryst, the pleasure proved just as intense. Cater had promised not to do anything by halves, and by the Seven he'd kept his word. Whatever remained of Idia's virginity had been undeniably smashed and booted into the afterlife.
When Cater glances up and catches Idia's gaze, he can't look away. Lowering himself carefully down, intent not to let Idia fall out from inside of him, their hammering hearts beat against one another. "I completely adore you," he murmurs on a breath, unable to tear his gaze away from his boyfriend's beautiful, impassioned face.
"Cater...," he rasps, eyes watery. In that one word, that whispered name, Idia manages to fix the full depths of his feelings. It's "I love you" and "I want you" and "you're incredible" and so many other expressions of affection all rolled into one. He guides Cater down further so they're forehead to forehead, his hands cradling either side of his boyfriend's face. "My Cater...."
How in the Underworld is he going to be able to let Cater go back to Heartslabyul in the morning?
There's something just so indescribably wonderful about being called his that Cater's soft smile breaks out into a wide, enamored grin. With a slight, airy laugh he feels his eyes water with emotion. Already so close, he presses their noses together and then their lips. "My Idia," he says in return, voice hardly more than a whisper. He puts his hands over Idia's, threading his fingers between those longer, paler ones.
He's so happy it's almost painful, and he can't stop himself from crying even as his smile stretches wider. It feels like every day he's learning what happiness really feels like, and it's so much brighter and bigger than he ever imagined it could be. There's nothing shallow or hollow or fake about it. After so many years of self-isolation, hiding his heart, pretending to be someone he wasn't, it's almost unbearable to be so whole, like his chest could burst from the intensity of it. Like the sudden vanishing of it all would leave that widened space in him a cavern so vast he'd drown in the emptiness. But still he's glad for it, wants to experience it every day, forever.
There's no way Idia can stop himself from crying now that Cater is openly doing the same. Tears roll down his face as he laughs softly, pure happiness spilling from his overflowing heart. He's never felt like this, like he's swimming in light and warmth, not even before the tragedy of his childhood. This is what it means to truly love someone. He'll never shrug it off as a simple chemical effect again.
"I love you so much... thank you for everything you've given me." He's become kinder, softer in Cater's love. He's been transformed.
How will they hide this from the rest of the school? Idia thinks he might never stop smiling, and wouldn't that be bizarre for everyone else?
"I feel like I should be thanking you," he replies, voice hitching as he snuggles in against Idia. "Every day I was so unhappy, and acting like I wasn't was so exhausting. Every night I'd fall in bed and wish more and more that I just wouldn't wake up."
But he always did, and now he's so grateful.
"Even before we had this, the times I could see your face in person made me encouraged to keep trying. Without realizing it, you were still helping me. I would think...if Idia can still do his best, so can I." And here they were. "It feels like all of that was a lifetime ago."
He helped Cater keep going? Gloomy, introverted Idia was the one motivating Cater to get out of bed in the morning? Never could he imagine being someone else’s strength, but here they are. Idia gives a shaky sigh, shifting to wrap his arms around his boyfriend for a hug.
“I’m so glad I came back from my Overblot. If I hadn’t, even if they’d stopped me….” It scares him to think what might’ve happened to Cater if he’d died down at the Underworld Gate, if the others returned without him. Without the Lethe River, the memory of Idia would remain after he was gone, and then…. Beneath Cater, Idia trembles at the thought.
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His fingers continue their idle fiddling in Cater’s hair. The lull in their start toward a second significant round of lovemaking feels poignant somehow, a breath before the drenching summer storm after a drought. Despite his lingering fears, Idia feels at peace here in Cater’s arms. He wants to feel his boyfriend around him, shuddering in ecstasy, but this is as vital as any of that passionate, reckless abandon. Even when his body is pulled taut by desire, his heart remains so very soft for Cater.
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He's ready to say it every single day and then some to help assuage those lingering doubts.
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His virginity, his heart, his soul... hell, if Cater asked for his life, Idia would give it without hesitation. The longer they're together, the more he's sure he has no regrets letting Cater in, even if it could mean a broken heart after graduation. If the only key item he gets to take to the end of his story is a happy memory? He'll cherish it forever. But Cater deserves so much more than just a memory, he deserves a happy life for the rest of his days.
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How does Cater plan to do this? Idia's imagination runs wild with ideas, all of which set his heart racing. He can't wait to see his boyfriend's handsome face wracked with pleasure. Will the sounds he makes change from when he topped Idia? The Housewarden can already feel the first renewed stirrings of desire twitch through him, heat creeping through his face and chest.
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"You looking at me like that makes me so hard," he confesses--and being fully exposed on top of him, Idia can definitely see the truth in the sentiment. Cater's dick is clearly beginning to swell with eagerness, a pleasant shiver passing through him from those golden eyes scouring his body.
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Cater has ruined him, how will he ever be able to focus on engineering again now that he's felt this? His free hand reaches down to close around his boyfriend's cock, stroking in time with Cater's movements despite the awkward angle. "You're... so perfect...," he whines, "Everything about you... how did I get so lucky...?"
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"You're the one who's perfect," he says in return, running his free hand through his hair. "I know you can't see it, but I'm going to help you feel it."
Glancing around, Cater finds where the bottle of lube had been forgotten off to the side of the bed and reaches for it. He hates having to let go of Idia's cock for a second but it has to be done. Pouring a bit of the wet substance into his palm he starts spreading it along Idia's shaft. It's tempting to stroke him off until he explodes right then and there, but that would mean waiting even longer, again, for the main event. Cater isn't sure he can wait any longer.
Fortunately, having been on the receiving end before, as well, Cater isn't too worried about easing into it on his own end.
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"C-- Cater... w-- wait...!" He feels hot and his head is starting to swim. The hand on his chest curls, digging his nails into his palm to let the sting ground him somewhat. His hand stills on his boyfriend's length but doesn't let go. "Wait, wh-- what about you? You're not ready for that equipment yet, are you?"
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Inching back, he shifts and angles himself so he can press Idia's lubricated tip against his puckered opening. With a bracing breath, he pushes down against it, easing it in--but unlike when their positions were reversed, Cater's much less slow and delicate. He can't help his face from screwing up as he lets out a shuddering moan, panting as he drives Idia all the way inside him. As he sits fully against his pelvis, his head tips upward, eyes closed as he enjoys the sensation of fullness. That enticing mixture of pleasure and discomfort, his sensors all poised at attention.
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It's almost a moot point when Idia finally dares to look up further, beyond the point of their union and Cater's gently bobbing length, past the rise and fall of his chest, to that handsome face. That expression... the blissed out mixture of pleasure bordering on pain! Cater did that to himself because he couldn't wait to ride Idia! Cater wanted him that badly... oh, Idia could cry, he loves this boy so much. But still, he has to know: "A-- are you okay...?"
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But damn if he doesn't want to move, too, to rub and hit on his sweet spot until he could pass out. To start, though, Cater leans over him and goes in for a hot-breathed kiss, his body moving just slightly up Idia's shaft as he does. "I want to drink in all of you," he murmurs as the kiss breaks before going in for a second.
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Having a much more established core, he starts to move in a slow but much more steady rhythm. There's still a bit of resistance even with the lube, but that only makes the whole thing feel better. Cater whines into Idia's mouth, and it's hard to breathe right when he's focusing on their joined bodies. He has to break it, pressing his forehead into Idia's jawline, lips pressed into that long, pale neck.
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This is unreal! For Cater to make love to him so gently and now reverse their positions in this slow but reckless ride has to be a dream. It simply feels too good to be reality, reality is supposed to hurt. But Cater rolls his body above him, squeezes him, kisses his neck and whimpers in ecstasy that Idia is giving him. It's real and Idia really never wants this night to end. He offers his neck, arching until Cater can taste the pulse drumming there under the skin, wanting something he can't name. He wants to carry the badge of Cater's affection even if no one but them can see it.
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He wants to tell him he loves him, but in his rapidly glowing pleasure he can't find words--it's too hard to speak, so Cater communicates through his body. He starts to ride him with a more greedy insistence, their pelvises meeting with an audible smack. His fingers dig in deeper, finding Idia's scalp and scouring it, pulling his head back even further.
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He's going to come and his body needs that release but he doesn't want to, he doesn't want it to end. Stars burst behind his eyelids as they squeeze shut, his heart banging madly against his ribs. He yanks Cater down by the hips as he slams upward as hard as he can, though he feels the not-quite-painful pull of something in his back and abdomen, a broken scream of "ffffuck!" echoing off the walls. He comes so hard it rattles him like a terrier shaking a rat, his body twitching and spasming with every spurt.
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His own orgasm rocks him as he moans sharply, wanting to push Idia down against that button again and again but his legs shake too hard and he can't, stuck there against his lover's body as their mingling sounds of gratification drive him wild. This time, Cater doesn't collapse, but as his seed stops spilling onto Idia's abdomen he leans in and kisses him everywhere. Small, hot, panting kisses peppered with moans. The salt of Idia's sweat is a perfect chaser to the thrum of his pulse beneath his lips.
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Cater looks wrecked. Flushed face, skin gleaming, and an inexplicable something in his eyes that Idia's pretty sure translates to "well-fucked." Those little moans send waves of lazy shivers through the Housewarden. They'd definitely gone a little wild, not at all what Idia had expected. But as different as it was from their earlier tryst, the pleasure proved just as intense. Cater had promised not to do anything by halves, and by the Seven he'd kept his word. Whatever remained of Idia's virginity had been undeniably smashed and booted into the afterlife.
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How in the Underworld is he going to be able to let Cater go back to Heartslabyul in the morning?
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He's so happy it's almost painful, and he can't stop himself from crying even as his smile stretches wider. It feels like every day he's learning what happiness really feels like, and it's so much brighter and bigger than he ever imagined it could be. There's nothing shallow or hollow or fake about it. After so many years of self-isolation, hiding his heart, pretending to be someone he wasn't, it's almost unbearable to be so whole, like his chest could burst from the intensity of it. Like the sudden vanishing of it all would leave that widened space in him a cavern so vast he'd drown in the emptiness. But still he's glad for it, wants to experience it every day, forever.
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"I love you so much... thank you for everything you've given me." He's become kinder, softer in Cater's love. He's been transformed.
How will they hide this from the rest of the school? Idia thinks he might never stop smiling, and wouldn't that be bizarre for everyone else?
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But he always did, and now he's so grateful.
"Even before we had this, the times I could see your face in person made me encouraged to keep trying. Without realizing it, you were still helping me. I would think...if Idia can still do his best, so can I." And here they were. "It feels like all of that was a lifetime ago."
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“I’m so glad I came back from my Overblot. If I hadn’t, even if they’d stopped me….” It scares him to think what might’ve happened to Cater if he’d died down at the Underworld Gate, if the others returned without him. Without the Lethe River, the memory of Idia would remain after he was gone, and then…. Beneath Cater, Idia trembles at the thought.
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