READY OR NOT - Landoscar

32 - Here I Am, Ready or Not

Lando stood by the window, the early morning sun spilling through the glass and warming his skin. The light danced across the room, illuminating the little things that had come to define his life since Oscar entered it—the stray clothes on the floor, the odd collection of mugs on the table, and the lingering scent of burnt breakfast from the day before. But today, everything felt different. Today felt like the beginning of something new, something vibrant and full of promise.

He turned away from the window, casting a glance over his shoulder at the couch where Oscar sat, still lost in the nuances of modern life. The sight of him, clad in a simple black t-shirt and dark jeans that highlighted his ethereal features, stirred a warmth deep within Lando's chest. There was a certain grace to Oscar, a quiet power that resonated even in his confusion with contemporary technology. The way his brow furrowed slightly in concentration, how his caramel-brown eyes sparkled with curiosity as he navigated through the tablet—it made Lando's heart race.

Steeling himself, Lando took a deep breath, the weight of his decision settling upon him. He had spent far too long wrestling with his feelings, grappling with the fear of the unknown and the disquiet of the supernatural. But now, watching Oscar in this moment, he felt a clarity that had eluded him. This was not just a dream. This was real, tangible, and achingly beautiful. The bond they shared was more than just an exploration of his deepest fears; it was a revelation, an intertwining of two worlds that had always felt so far apart.

"Hey," Lando called, breaking the comfortable silence that enveloped the room. Oscar looked up, his expression shifting from concentration to one of attentive interest. "I... I want to talk to you."

The tension in the air thickened as Oscar set the tablet down, his full attention now on Lando. "What's on your mind?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, sending shivers down Lando's spine.

Lando moved closer, his heart pounding as he gathered his thoughts. "I've been thinking a lot about us—about everything that's happened since you came into my life." He paused, searching for the right words, knowing that this moment could change everything. "I used to be scared, you know? Scared of what it meant to be involved with you, to embrace this... supernatural side of my life."

Oscar remained silent, watching him with those intense, luminous eyes, encouraging him to continue.

"But I've realised something," Lando pressed on, taking a step closer. "I don't want to run away anymore. I don't want to hide from my feelings or from you. You make me feel alive in ways I never expected, and I want to embrace that. I want to embrace you."

The air hung thick with unspoken emotion, the very atmosphere charged with the intensity of his declaration. Oscar's gaze deepened, and for a moment, it felt as if the world around them fell away, leaving just the two of them suspended in time. Lando could see the flicker of hope, a spark igniting in Oscar's expression that sent a rush of warmth through him.

"You really mean that?" Oscar asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he were afraid to shatter the fragile moment.

"More than anything," Lando replied, stepping even closer until their bodies were mere inches apart. "I don't care about the differences between us. I want to know everything about you—the past, the present, all of it. I want to be part of your world, Oscar."

There was a pause, a stillness that felt infinite, and then Oscar's lips curled into a smile, radiant and genuine. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear that."

Lando's breath caught in his throat as Oscar reached out, his hand brushing against Lando's cheek, a touch so tender it felt like electricity. The world faded around them, leaving only the warmth of their connection, the steady rhythm of their hearts echoing in unison.