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pat's hands stay restless on pran's waist. his lips keep finding their way to pran's neck— to that one spot right behind his earlobe— that always elicits a shiver from pran.
the fourth time it happens pran laughs and forces pat to look him in the eyes. his step falters when he sees the thin film of tears in pat's eyes. he’d expected joy, especially since he hasn’t been able to keep the fond smile off his face the entire day but this is joy and something else. disbelief perhaps.
pat looks down. he’s clearly overwhelmed and pran forgets about the keeping in line with beats to focus on the change in pat's breathing and the sniffling that's way more evident now that he is taking his time observing pat.
he takes one of pat's hands in his, holding it on his chest, thumb caressing it softly as he looks at pat. an unspoken bond of understanding cocoons them and pat chuckles just a little before looking up from their hands to pran's face.
pran gives him a comforting smile with a thousand, affirmative words and it’s as if the world— previously tilted and in chaos—rights itself back on its axis.
they are still moving albeit a little too slowly now. only two of them on the dance floor as the world flits about them in a flurry of colors and scents.
pran had insisted on a canopy of white fairy lights with a smattering of reds and blues to emulate the constellations scattered across the cosmos and below the glow of these constellations he looks other-worldly, eyes alight with promises spoken to
a thousand stars.
as the evening progressed pat had found himself stealing glances away from pran afraid of waking himself up from a dream if he stared too hard. ironically, he had also pinched himself raw just below his wrist, to remind himself that this was not in fact a dream.
the same hand is currently, lovingly being held in the hand of the man he will be calling his husband for the rest of his life.
another wave of tears makes a home in his eyes and pran leans in, his thumb moving down towards pat's wrist, just above the watch, to press into the red skin, seeping warmth into it.
pat sighs when pran's lips connect to his forehead and closes his eyes.
"take root in this moment and with this kiss come back to me." he whispers, his thumb sinking into pat's pulse which jumps.
"this is real,” pran continues, a little overwhelmed, a little breathless as if he is reminding himself just the same. “this is happening."
pat opens his eyes. he looks at pran who is just as beautiful as he was seconds ago perhaps even more so now and returns a smile laced with certainty and affection capable of blinding suns and stealing the shine from stars
and says.
"i'm here."