[It was so funny how easily the leap came to Max. They were already performing a binding ritual between them, and saying vows. They were cutting marks into one another's bodies that would be there forever. They had already admitted that it was better than rings. It was already so close to a wedding, a private ceremony of their own that Max couldn't see why it wasn't the one that made them husbands. He only wanted Michael to understand how Max thought of him.
They were doing this early, but yes, it had been something they'd been preparing for their entire lives. Ever since the day they came out of those pods, and Michael began protecting max, to the day Max worked to protect Michael. They fought endlessly trying to take care of one another, and because they knew that they were bound already in some inexplicable way. It was far more than the DNA in their system. There was a love there that was even picked up on by other people.
Max and Michael had both been asked if they were dating, and while denying their souls had felt wrong for Max, he knew secretly that he'd wanted to be that person for Michael. They'd both already spent years dreaming of this day, and now that they were together, there was nothing that could pull them apart. Max knew that Michael was making himself a home. It didn't matter if the tiny place he was at still existed, Michael had been sleeping at Max's since that day they'd agreed never to part, and their souls had been stuck together since then.
The handprint was never allowed to fade, and they were always bound by so much more. It was getting to the point that even when the hand print was beginning to fade, Max could still feel Michael as loudly as the day he placed it. Even their telepathy was increasing. He knew that his mind was closer now to Michael than it was to Isobel. It was merely practice and the need to be closer.
They are the past, present and future for one another, and Max knows it as he sits there on the ground holding Michael's hand, and his breath until Michael gives his answer.
Tears immediately spring to Max's eyes as he climbs back onto the couch and wraps himself around his love, his future husband, his fiancee. ]
Thank god. I thought for a second I misguessed, but this was already all those things, and I thought why the hell can't it make us husbands, I love you and need you forever. I want to call you mine, and my husband. You've made me the happiest man as well, and I promise to love you and cherish you for all my days. I do.
[Max leaned in and kissed Michael with a passion like he'd never had before. It said all the unspoken poetry he'd left out of his proposal, the things that would come in his vows that he'd been working on for weeks now. He knew that he'd love Michael and be with him, and as his tongue scored across and dipped along his fiancee's he pushed the knowledge of that into their kiss, aching to show him every mountaintop life had to show.]
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Date: 2023-05-11 02:24 pm (UTC)They were doing this early, but yes, it had been something they'd been preparing for their entire lives. Ever since the day they came out of those pods, and Michael began protecting max, to the day Max worked to protect Michael. They fought endlessly trying to take care of one another, and because they knew that they were bound already in some inexplicable way. It was far more than the DNA in their system. There was a love there that was even picked up on by other people.
Max and Michael had both been asked if they were dating, and while denying their souls had felt wrong for Max, he knew secretly that he'd wanted to be that person for Michael. They'd both already spent years dreaming of this day, and now that they were together, there was nothing that could pull them apart. Max knew that Michael was making himself a home. It didn't matter if the tiny place he was at still existed, Michael had been sleeping at Max's since that day they'd agreed never to part, and their souls had been stuck together since then.
The handprint was never allowed to fade, and they were always bound by so much more. It was getting to the point that even when the hand print was beginning to fade, Max could still feel Michael as loudly as the day he placed it. Even their telepathy was increasing. He knew that his mind was closer now to Michael than it was to Isobel. It was merely practice and the need to be closer.
They are the past, present and future for one another, and Max knows it as he sits there on the ground holding Michael's hand, and his breath until Michael gives his answer.
Tears immediately spring to Max's eyes as he climbs back onto the couch and wraps himself around his love, his future husband, his fiancee. ]
Thank god. I thought for a second I misguessed, but this was already all those things, and I thought why the hell can't it make us husbands, I love you and need you forever. I want to call you mine, and my husband. You've made me the happiest man as well, and I promise to love you and cherish you for all my days. I do.
[Max leaned in and kissed Michael with a passion like he'd never had before. It said all the unspoken poetry he'd left out of his proposal, the things that would come in his vows that he'd been working on for weeks now. He knew that he'd love Michael and be with him, and as his tongue scored across and dipped along his fiancee's he pushed the knowledge of that into their kiss, aching to show him every mountaintop life had to show.]