2657/Beaming

Beaming
Date of Scene:	29 June 2025
Location:	Moon Kingdom
Synopsis:	At the reception, Izou comes to find Mamoru and check on him, and they talk about weddings and bed.
Cast of Characters:	Mamoru Chiba, Zoisite
Tinyplot:	BMC: Wicked Ride

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Mamoru Chiba has posed:
It's not too late into the night -- there in his pretty blue-on-navy yukata, Mamoru's sitting at a table with a glass of fizzy juice and an empty cake plate, more leaning against the handy column his table's half-hidden against than 'sitting'. He's got his earplugs in and he's smiling faintly as he watches the dancing. Right now Usagi's dancing with Adora, which he can see; he's lost track of Kazuo and Izou; he sees Chibimoon playing with Laura and Hotaru; Tamaki is deep in conversation, Masato has the mic at the moment...

He looks, in short, extremely tired but pretty damn comfortable, and endlessly satisfied. Kazuo had spent the span of a dance or two with Mamoru leaning on him in that corner instead of on the pillar, which left a then-overwhelmed groom with very obviously restored equilibrium.

He himself isn't hidden, and there are empty chairs near him to sit on.

Zoisite has posed:
As for Izou, besides being glued to Kazuo's side up until a couple of dances ago, has been trading spots with Coco and Masato, taking turns for the others to rest a bit before continuing. This was why he wanted a dress that had two thigh slits, so he's able to fit his cello between legs, and not be a scandalous display of fashion faux pas.

This time, it was Masato singing. And Izou had been looking about for Kazuo before spotting his prince, sitting alone in a corner.

Not for long, as he was already beside Mamoru, taking up the seat right next to, and immediately leaning his head on his sovereign's shoulder. Tall glass of fizzy grape juice--which he wished was wine instead--and a soft smell of florals wafting from his hair.

"You looked tired from where I was standing."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
Mamoru's smile for Izou is tremendous, blossoming from the little musing one into a full bright thing like the Earth in the sky. He starts to sit up straight, but Izou's already swung himself into the seat by the time the tired prince can blink, and he lets out a little chuff of a laugh and relaxes back down again. His head leans warm against the top of Izou's.

"I'm exhausted," he murmurs with that smile in his voice; this close the hum of their voices against each other, bone conduction, seismic activity-- it's as much a part of the conversation as the words. "I'm going home to bed soon. But I'm so happy. It worked. All that effort everyone put in worked."

That month of wearing himself thin and marinating in dark energy was worth it. It worked.

Zoisite has posed:
"It did work. And you're beaming from the inside. I haven't seen you this happy in a while. In fact, I haven't seen so many people as happy as they are now." Eyes closed, letting both words and the vibrations between each other be a point of comfort. "And you're part of the reason, along with Usagi."

Even when he was mostly in the Shed, working and avoiding most, it was still obvious others were doing the same. Thinking and planning and always communicating with one another of what the next step would be before the wedding. Not a minute of it went to waste.

"You should go home and have a long rest, knowing that everything will be back in its place. Then, you can just focus on your actual wedding on Earth, when the time comes."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"I will. I'm going to be completely dead to the world as soon as I hit my pillow," Mamoru says, and he says it with relish, and he laughs. "I'm not sure I've ever been this happy, but I'm sure I'll be this happy again," he says warmly, and it's true, 'beaming from the inside' is probably exactly the best way to put the radiant joy that he doesn't have to be touching anyone to communicate.

He laughs again and it's softer. "Our legal wedding, at any rate-- the wedding we can share with Usa's family-- won't be for another three to five years. But any more wedding is extra wedding; we're as married as we can get. There's a lot of other stuff to worry about before that."

Zoisite has posed:
"I know. A lot of important things to cleann up and take care of. But those can wait after a day or two. We all get to relax now that things are back to normal, and you are back to normal too."

A deep, needed inhale as eyes open to watch the dancing continue. "You know, now that you and Usagi got married, this might open the flood gates for a few others to consider the same."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"At least," Mamoru says indulgently, "she agreed to get married early so no one else had to wait~"

He reaches to lightly brush his fingertips against Izou's wrist, and there's such a warm swell of amusement: he's deliberately rearranged the heavens for a moment to make a joke, and he's already conceding by the time he continues to speak. "Truly, if this is about you and Kazuo," and he mustn't have looked very far if that 'if' is for real, "then I mean, you can propose any time you want. Kazuo just couldn't propose to me before Usagi was married because I'm only 'allowed' one fiance at a time."

Zoisite has posed:
"Me and Kazuo aren't the only couple hoping to marry. There are others, you know." Not that anyone told him directly, but just looking at the couples dancing and those that exchanged looks between one another as they danced was enough for him to know that intentions were inspired and flying high.

"But, I do want to marry Kazuo. Part of me hoped he'd ask me, but if that is something you'd prefer I do to him, then I can ask him." Flute glass' neck was rolled between his fingers. "There's... so much I need to learn still. I can barely cook without burning anything. And I just got access to his room. He has so many manuals, Mamoru... It's endearing I want to cry." A smile to his words.

"I want the three of us to be able to talk about this, if possible. I know what I want, who I want next to me for the rest of my life. But I won't exclude you from my decisions either. You're important to Kazuo, and thus, you're important to me. As my sovereign, and as someone I will always adore as a friend."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"Realistically, how many of those other couples would you be asking about?" teases Mamoru, nudging the boy leaning against his shoulder, then resting the side of his face against Zoi's head. "He can ask you, that's fine. But you probably want to tell him that. And is it okay if he asks me too?" he asks, lifting his head and looking at Izou. "Not at the same time, obviously. Just... sometime. Maybe in twenty or thirty years. Usa told him before I'm forty. I'm not worried about firsts anymore. I just-- feel so lucky-- that I get to have what I have."

A beat. "I'd put my arm around your back but I don't want to be stabbed by your beautiful dress that makes me think of scarabs and venom.

Toothy grin this time, and Mamoru settles back down. "Seriously, though, I can wait until you're comfortable. I want us to talk about this, too. I'm absolutely positive we can make it work." Then he sighs. "But I wish-- the sovereign thing. You know I'm only prince of a place we can't get to anymore. I'm just a kid too, and this time around I grew up in an orphanage, not a castle."

Zoisite has posed:
"It doesn't matter where you grew up. Maybe I don't remember as much as I want to, but what I know is that you have always been important to me as though you were always my prince. That piece of me is still me." In lieu of an arm around his back, Izou pulled away only to place the delicate cup onto a table before leaning back in, offering his bare hand to be touched.

And were it, his mind would be nothing but the same cave of moss green rocks and glittering reds peeking from between. Flowers in full bloom, content and warm to the touch.

"You're also the kid that pulled me out of where I was. Convinced me to run away and join a band of lost boys." A smile. "It... remains difficult to parse who you are, who I am, what most are. But the important thing is that you will always be part of my life. And I won't trade that for anything."

A nod then. "We will talk about it, the three of us. See what's best for the three of us. I want you both just as happy."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
Mamoru's is like the scent of roses on the coast in the sun-- a cliff, salt breeze, and the sun so bright it's like liquid gold spilling into the entrance of Zoisite's cave. There's such a fierce protective love he has for Zoi--

FOR ZOI

--and it's dancing around his heart with all of the other tangible, physical, visible, audible love here at the wedding, enough that the air's thick with it, enough that Mamoru can feel it. Here they're so far from the Earth, but so close, only kilometers-- not a whole dimension. He can still reach it; he looks up at it again as he takes Zoisite's hand palm-to-palm and clasps them, fingers lacing with the careless boldness that Endymion's always had.

As Zoisite speaks, the black-haired boy's reactions to his words shimmer in the background: warm appreciation. A little embarrassed; he still has to work at that kind of thing. Compliments and thanks and related horrors.

"Same," he breathes out, a sigh with a smile. "We all want all of us happy. We're all on the same page there." There's just this constant background noise of he's so happy he's shining out from inside! There's a memory of someone who's not here, a face Zoisite may or may not recognise--

It's his wedding. Of course Endymion is thinking of his mother. He reaches up to his face with his other hand and takes off his glasses, swiping at his eyes with his sleeve before he drips on Zoisite's fancy hair. He's so happy. And my god, he is so tired.

Zoisite has posed:
Blur of face, but not of importance. When her Majesty's image was shared between minds, it was one of the few times Izou felt an empathetic pang in his chest--the part of Zoisite that had once remembered who she was. What she represented. Who she looked after. And his thumb softly caressed over Mamoru's, the other hand gently place over his Prince's wrist.

"Do you want me to tuck you into bed? I can follow you, then come back." Offers. He could sense the exhaustion, how much the emotions were weighing down. Mamoru needed to rest comfortably.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"Really?" Mamoru laugh-sobs, then starts snickering. "I mean yes, but... also I'm magically-tired enough I could probably use the help teleporting, too," he finally says, rueful as he wipes his eyes again and evens his breathing out, sniffing now and then.

"Yes please," he says in a tiny sheepish voice.