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“Vil! Vil, Vil, I’ve been looking for you!”
“Ah?”
Vil looks up toward from where he sits so elegantly at the edge of the fountain. Cater is coming near, waving his phone in the air, a big smile on his face that Vil elects to return with a smaller one of his own.
“Oh, Cater. Good afternoon.” He rises, brushing his hair behind one ear and placing his hand on his hip. “What is it?”
Cater leans in, eyes glinting as he brings a hand to the side of his mouth and whispers into Vil’s ear. When finished, he pulls back but stays close to the other, grinning wide in wait for approval.
“It’d be cute, right?”
Vil hums. There really is no reason to turn him down; of course, Cater must be asking because of Vil’s countless Magicam followers and adoring fans, but the image would nonetheless be quite charming all the same.
“... Alright.”
“Yayy!!” Cater pumps a fist in the air, bouncing about Vil before settling back where he’d started at his side. He raises his phone in the air, thumb hovering over the camera button as he angles them in frame just so — and presses a kiss to Vil’s cheek, the camera shuttering as he does.
He laughs as he pulls back, opening his gallery app immediately to study the photo. Cater himself looks just about as he’d thought — eager and enthusiastic, looking naturally as he’d felt. It’s Vil who is the main star, and who he turns his attention to most.
Vil is smiling to the camera, gentle, one hand gracefully brought to his hair in an almost-candid motion Cater is certain the model had deliberately perfected to add movement to the shot. His eyes are bright, sweet, slightly narrowed with a tenderness Cater almost doesn’t catch.
A blush colours his cheeks ever so slightly, almost hidden by the golden hour that glows warmly against their faces. When Cater notices it, it’s that that he chooses to comment on, looking up to the Vil peering over beside him to confirm the pink lightly fading from his cheeks with a grin.
“Aww, Vil, you’re blushing!”
Vil blinks, a hand coming to his face. Cater wonders if it’s warm, now, and minutely regrets not having lingered there longer after the photo to see for himself.
“Being kissed by a handsome man will do that,” he supplies plainly, as if they are having a conversation about the weather.
Cater’s heart flutters.
“In any case,” Vil continues, leaning over to zoom out of the picture to view the two of them again in full, “we do look good together.”
Cater blinks out of his momentary stupor. Nods. Laughs. “That’s what I’m saying!”
He pulls up Magicam, typing up a short description, tagging Vil’s account, and adding some emoticons and hashtags before hitting post. It comes to him like second nature now, although Vil’s presence does make him reread it a couple of times to make sure he hasn’t made some embarrassing typo.
“Ahh, Vil, you’re so pretty~” Cater watches as his notifications immediately begin to blow up. Tries not to smile too much as comments of there’s no way that’s vil! and aa, so lucky!! already begin to stream in. “Look, we’re sooo popular! Do my hair next time, will you? Pretty please?”
“It’d be my pleasure,” Vil replies. Cater’s eyes flick up to him, lingering for a long moment there at the complete serenity on Vil’s face — however serious or severe, sharp in the beautiful way that Vil Schoenheit so easily carried himself.
It’d be my pleasure. He had not questioned the next time, and Cater bites his lip in order to keep himself from asking if Vil understood exactly what he meant.
“You’re so cool, Vil!” he exclaims, instead, bright and cheerful. He turns his phone off and bounces back, waving over his shoulder at Vil and receiving a little wave back as he skips off.
“I’ll catch you later!” he says, pushing away a building urge to admit something he isn’t sure he can offer into the space between them so soon. “Thanks soooo much!”
It is only when he’s traversed a decent enough distance between him and the model, with the sun dipping beneath its golden point, that he slows, sighs. He presses his fingers softly to his lips, and revels in the memory of Vil’s skin against them there — the future of him getting to experience it once more.