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For a moment David freezes. He... isn't resilient. Not... in the ways HE thinks matters. He's died now, twice. And in the process hurt the people he loves.
"You're really poetic," Jean-Paul chuckles before clinking his glass against David's and drinking.
The food is, of course, devoured promptly and with rave reviews. Conversation manages not to get tangled in the remnants of the night's argument, and soon enough Jean-Paul is leaning back in his seat and sighing.
“Keep buttering me up like that and I might think I’m the next thing getting cooked,” he teases as he enjoys the final sip of champagne. Dessert, he has already decided, can and will wait. “But yeah. You’ve... been beyond perfect for me. I still can’t figure out why life has chosen to be so good to me but... well, there you go.”
Well, that was true. And loves the look of that, the way it's being argued. He smiles and stands, moving to fetch a coat. He isn't Canadian. He can get cold. Even Chicago born he respects the chill. When he's done he goes to Jean-Paul and smiles.
To be fair, Jean-Paul is more resilient than normal Canadians. Grinning, he opens the patio door and steps out. As high as they are already, the city lays like broken glass reflecting lights below them. He gathers David into his arms and starts a slow ascent into the air.
There is probably something in the world that is more romantic than this. David literally cannot imagine it. All he can even think about is the feel of those lips on his and how he never wants the kiss to end.
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14/2/20 04:34 (UTC)"I'm just lucky, Jean-Paul."
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14/2/20 04:46 (UTC)Jean-Paul takes David gently by the shoulders. "It's never just luck."
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14/2/20 04:53 (UTC)Because he thinks that is luck.
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15/2/20 05:56 (UTC)Lacking anything productive to do, Jean-Paul contents himself with watching David's ass.
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15/2/20 05:58 (UTC)"Dinner then flying?"
Gifts can wait indefinitely.
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15/2/20 07:46 (UTC)Now also seems the time to pop the champagne and pour two glasses. Seated across from David, he raises his.
"To another year? To love."
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15/2/20 16:23 (UTC)“I have a vast wealth of it for you.”
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15/2/20 18:33 (UTC)The food is, of course, devoured promptly and with rave reviews. Conversation manages not to get tangled in the remnants of the night's argument, and soon enough Jean-Paul is leaning back in his seat and sighing.
"David. You're perfect."
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15/2/20 19:45 (UTC)He stands, grinning. "Come on. Let's fly."
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15/2/20 19:48 (UTC)"Show me the skies, my love."
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15/2/20 20:43 (UTC)“It’s beautiful.”
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16/2/20 04:44 (UTC)"Is it what you wanted?"
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16/2/20 04:46 (UTC)He shifts just enough to kiss Jean-Paul.
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