[ At last she learns just a little bit more about him. The hodgepodge mix of people gathered at the fortress, all living together as outcasts from the law of the land... they truly must have had a good sense of community. While she doesn't hope that she's romanticizing it too much, it sounds as if he truly enjoyed his time there.
She measures her steps with his, so that they might be able to walk side-by-side. ]
The one thing you all fought for... was it for a chance at freedom, then? To live as you all were... in peace?
[ Yan Qing did enjoy his time there, truly. He worked harder than his master as he rose up the ranks but, well... Water Margin wasn't a book with a happy ending.
In the store, he picks up a witch's hat and plops it on her head. ]
Yep! To get rid of the corruption in our lands and live in peace... It ain't something we planned to do, but it was something we felt was right. Hmm... [ He laughs. ] Maybe you should be a sexy witch instead.
Wellll... [ She's going to finish up her jell-ato in the pause as she makes a show of thinking. Is it just her, or does it make her lips tingle? ]
Geistnacht and Halloween... people don't just don the visage of someone spooky. It could be someone they honor. [ A pause. ] Or admire. [ She looks at him. ]
You grew up as a rogue with principles and-- and a sense of justice, from the sounds of it. [ The more she speaks about doing it, the more she seems to convince herself that this is the best idea, ever. ] So I wouldn't mind dressing up as a bandit with your aesthetic. [ She takes a step back from him, eyes roaming his body. ] Hm... but I'd need someone to paint those tattoos upon me...
[ While she's finishing up her jell-ato, he nearly chokes on the cone of his. Admire? Admire? What is there to admire? He hasn't even finished his story yet! Oh well, maybe this is better. Still! ]
Ad— [ No, he's not going to repeat his thoughts a third time! ] I think you're forgetting how much these tattoos cover.
[ Because they don't stop at his chest. ]
Ah, but it would be the best Halloween ever... [ And he doesn't say that out of vanity. ]
So it's decided! [ She giggles happily, stepping up to him. ] I'm going to be a [ Spoken lowly, fluttering her eyes, making a show just to parody his tease. ] sexy rogue...
In honor of you and the 108 other bandits that made up your family!
[ Buuuuut unable as she is to hold onto that sultry tone, she straightens up and laughs. ]
[Pyra approaches and Yan Qing nearly stumbles back, his face flushed with color. She would do that? For him? She hasn't even read a single page about him, and she would honor him nonetheless? Like the time with her when he arrived, his heart skips a beat, and the same feeling rises to the surface once more. He should be his normal self and laugh this off, but when she smiles at him like that, he suddenly doesn't know what to do.
The sultry voice isn't helping.]
... Haha, do what makes you happy.
[He picks up a mask to hide his face. It feels too hot to show it to her right now.]
Then... I'll go as you! I don't know anything about your family, though. [Tell him?]
....Let me tell you about my... found family. [ Actual family? Nah.
Even if she's decided on a costume for herself, she'll still browse the masks on display. ]
We traveled a number of Titan-continents together, a band of-- a prince, myself, a child we had found, and then later came a mercenary and her partner, another child they had found, and finally an emperor and his two vassals. [ SIMPLE. ]
That was my "family", although we didn't have any sort of place or fortress where we all made a home for ourselves.
[ It's... actually taking a great deal for her to talk about them in general, for most of them have perished, or otherwise completely forgotten her. ] We, too, wished for peace for our world.
[ Yan Qing puts the mask down and follows her along the aisle as he listens. She speaks in a way he hasn't heard before. Her words would often come so easily. At times, he'd be envious. He was candid, but never honest. Not in the way she is, when she can tell him how good he is and how much she cares. But now, Pyra seems to struggle with even a happy memory. ]
Hehe, I always knew you were a good guy! They sound like a fun bunch. I bet every day was an adventure with them around!
[ But she doesn't talk about her real family, and like him, it sounds as if she is talking about a past too far for them to return to.
After a moment of hesitation, he reaches for Pyra's hand. ]
Hey... I'm no prince, but you know you can count on me too, right? You already know things about me, but I think that's the first time I've ever learned something about you.
You always show me kindness, but there are times when you feel so far away. Even when I asked you out today, I thought that maybe... I was just being a bother.
[ Hand taken by his, her fingers carefully curl to interlock with his fingers, accepting the pull towards him. In the same fluid motion, he directs the subject from her to him, something for which she's grateful; for as much as she can pretend to speak of her family and past, the memories are five hundred years too raw for her to think too deeply about it. When she parts from him and returns to her home, there will be nothing but tears over the loss of them all...
But this? This is worrying, too. ] A bother...?
[ But why? ] To... spend time with me? [ Perhaps, she thinks, she must have missed something. Boisterous as he is, that he may have this sort of insecurity never even occurred to her before. ] Not at all.
[ She shakes her head, squeezing his hand. ] I-In fact, I'm extremely grateful that you asked me out at all!
[ Oh boy doesn't saying "asked me out" make this sound like a date!! ]
[Oh no, Yan Qing looks far too smug to pretend he doesn't know what this sounds like.]
Yeah? [He chuckles and squeezed her hand.] That's great, then. I don't ever want you to feel like I'm holding you back.
[But if she wants him around, he wonders if he'll be able to stop himself from doing anything too crazy. Far too many people have left him, and he has yet to heal.]
[ She wants to reply that he has never, ever held her back for anything truly, and still the question arises of how and when, if ever, she's ever made him feel that way in return.
But then he says the "d" word and her eyes widen and she blushes and she looks as if he's finally, finally said something that's gotten all of her other thoughts to fly right out the proverbial window. ] A.... a date?
[ They've done so much more than date. Isn't this what's suppose to come first? Her pitch is lighter, as if she's suddenly more nervous than before. ] You--... this was a date all along...?
[Ever the mischievous one, Yan Qing tugs her closer. Why does that make her nervous first? They've already done so much together. He can't help the smile that grows wider as he watches her expression change under the weight of his stare. So she was happy to be with him even if this wasn't a date?
Maybe this is why his heart soars.]
If that's how you're feeling, we can call it that. I don't mind! I just like being with you.
[Maybe he should be more forceful. He doesn't know. The future scares him. Maybe her choosing someone better is inevitable, but if he can still be with her when she does, that's good enough.]
[ Everything that he's saying to her, she can repeat right back to him. She likes being with him. She doesn't mind that this is a date. Whatever he wishes to call this, she will oblige.
And what is this, beyond that of a date?
He pulls her closer, she finds her palms resting against his chest once more. From the jell-ato, a tingle of static passes from her fingertips to him, and from him to her. It's not unpleasant; instead, it feels like a flutter of warmth rippling down her skin. ]
..If... I'd known that this was going to be a date, I should have bought a dress to wear for you. [ Her voice is soft. ] ...Maybe next time, then? I'd... like to spend more time with you, too.
[ People come and go in this world. People fade. People leave, people disappear. But she wants to be with him, until then. ]
[ A dress? He never thought about that before. Isn't what she's wearing now just fine? Ah, but he wants to see what she had in mind now. Ugh, he's so stupid! Please go out with him again!
...
He doesn't want to look too desperate. If she likes being with him regardless, then that's all that matters. The Iris static tickles his skin, a delightful jolt of pleasure dancing across his skin, but he doesn't move away. There is so much he wants from this and he doesn't want to waste another moment. ]
Yeah, me too. Next time...
[ But he's still himself. As he holds her close, his lips touch her neck, and his hands start to wander.
He tugs at her skirt. ]
Maybe next time, we'll make a whole day out of it.
[ A whole day out of... what, dress shopping? Or is he taking about his lips brushing lightly over her neck, drawing the energy to the pulse there? A whole day of his hands wandering over her, teasing at the hem of her clothes...?
The heat of chroma is difficult to ignore. His touch is difficult to ignore. She's embarrassed to admit that the allure beckons to abandon all pretense, situation, and location, only to continue on this route... ]
[ YOU KNOW HOW BEING AN IRIS IS LIKE YOU'RE HORNY AND READY TO GO ALL THE TIME?? Well this is her life, and she shifts her legs uncomfortably, but waddayaknow, one of her legs are between his, and his between hers. How did that happen. ]
[ The sounds of his lips and gasps for air are hard to ignore when he is so close to her ear, working his way up her neck and leaving blooms of red in his wake. He chuckles. When she gives him the face he likes and the voice he wants, how can he stop? He thinks he's done this with her enough times to know what comes next. ]
And? C'mon, no one's gonna know.
[ There is a world he needs to save, a place he should go back to, but he wouldn't mind a whole eternity of this. He gives her ass a squeeze, pushing her hips against his own, and fingers begin searching for the elastic they can slip into. He's the WORST!!! ]
[ Her neck cranes not even by her own will; it's all instinctual to follow that pleasure he evokes within her, and it crawls down her body so slowly it's torture. Shutting her eyes as his lips hit a particularly sensitive spot upon her skin, she bites down upon her bottom lip, willing herself silent. The tactic doesn't work when his hands caress to press her hips flush against his-- a motion that won't be entirely forceful, because her body willingly, suddenly locks against his in turn.... and rubs the concavity of hers against his.
An airy sound passes from her lips, high-pitched enough to be something between a sigh and a whine. Her body shudders, and when it passes, her breath has become noticeably more staggered.
Just as his hand begins to intrude, her own raises up the length of his back, except in lieu of her usual warmth, he might notice it's a static of sorts that follows the path of his spine, gathering up energy in the process, and....
...it shocks him upon the neck. She doesn't even realize what she's done. ]
[Her body knows how to fit into his, and perhaps that is why he anticipates every moment their eyes meet, every second their hands touch. The warmth between her thighs tells him that they'll waste no time, the sensation up his spine so sweet and electric, he'd sooner collapse were she not holding him tenderly.
At least, that's how it was supposed to go in his head.
The jolt of electricity seizes him all over, and he lets out a comical, staggered yelp before falling into her arms in the unsexiest way possible.
Hmm. His perfect hair? A total mess. His side bangs are sticking out. He looks like a triangle.]
[ If he's collapsed into her arms, that means he's probably face-planted into her chest...
She looks down what could only be described as a porcupine with its quills raises in all directions. ] Oh--- oh my goodness--
[ HE'S BEEN ELECTROCUTED! That's not a power she normally has, and she quickly adjusts him, lifting him by his upper arms to stand him upright, looking... him... over.... ]
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She measures her steps with his, so that they might be able to walk side-by-side. ]
The one thing you all fought for... was it for a chance at freedom, then? To live as you all were... in peace?
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In the store, he picks up a witch's hat and plops it on her head. ]
Yep! To get rid of the corruption in our lands and live in peace... It ain't something we planned to do, but it was something we felt was right. Hmm... [ He laughs. ] Maybe you should be a sexy witch instead.
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He claims he's a outlaw, but he's a... good outlaw. One that seeks peace. ] Hmmm.... I don't know.
What if I want to be a sexy rogue? [ She lifts the hat off of her head further, replacing it upon the shelf. ]
Like you?
[ Would that mean she'd have to go shirtless all the time... ]
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Uh, you mean like in general or me exactly? [ Maybe his boob strap can go over her nO DON'T THINK ABOUT IT. ] Not that I mind either way...
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Geistnacht and Halloween... people don't just don the visage of someone spooky. It could be someone they honor. [ A pause. ] Or admire. [ She looks at him. ]
You grew up as a rogue with principles and-- and a sense of justice, from the sounds of it. [ The more she speaks about doing it, the more she seems to convince herself that this is the best idea, ever. ] So I wouldn't mind dressing up as a bandit with your aesthetic. [ She takes a step back from him, eyes roaming his body. ] Hm... but I'd need someone to paint those tattoos upon me...
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Ad— [ No, he's not going to repeat his thoughts a third time! ] I think you're forgetting how much these tattoos cover.
[ Because they don't stop at his chest. ]
Ah, but it would be the best Halloween ever... [ And he doesn't say that out of vanity. ]
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In honor of you and the 108 other bandits that made up your family!
[ Buuuuut unable as she is to hold onto that sultry tone, she straightens up and laughs. ]
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The sultry voice isn't helping.]
... Haha, do what makes you happy.
[He picks up a mask to hide his face. It feels too hot to show it to her right now.]
Then... I'll go as you! I don't know anything about your family, though. [Tell him?]
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But then he inquires about her own family.
Ah, yes, she did say "you first", meaning she would have to share... something. ]
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Even if she's decided on a costume for herself, she'll still browse the masks on display. ]
We traveled a number of Titan-continents together, a band of-- a prince, myself, a child we had found, and then later came a mercenary and her partner, another child they had found, and finally an emperor and his two vassals. [ SIMPLE. ]
That was my "family", although we didn't have any sort of place or fortress where we all made a home for ourselves.
[ It's... actually taking a great deal for her to talk about them in general, for most of them have perished, or otherwise completely forgotten her. ] We, too, wished for peace for our world.
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Hehe, I always knew you were a good guy! They sound like a fun bunch. I bet every day was an adventure with them around!
[ But she doesn't talk about her real family, and like him, it sounds as if she is talking about a past too far for them to return to.
After a moment of hesitation, he reaches for Pyra's hand. ]
Hey... I'm no prince, but you know you can count on me too, right? You already know things about me, but I think that's the first time I've ever learned something about you.
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You always show me kindness, but there are times when you feel so far away. Even when I asked you out today, I thought that maybe... I was just being a bother.
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But this? This is worrying, too. ] A bother...?
[ But why? ] To... spend time with me? [ Perhaps, she thinks, she must have missed something. Boisterous as he is, that he may have this sort of insecurity never even occurred to her before. ] Not at all.
[ She shakes her head, squeezing his hand. ] I-In fact, I'm extremely grateful that you asked me out at all!
[ Oh boy doesn't saying "asked me out" make this sound like a date!! ]
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Yeah? [He chuckles and squeezed her hand.] That's great, then. I don't ever want you to feel like I'm holding you back.
[But if she wants him around, he wonders if he'll be able to stop himself from doing anything too crazy. Far too many people have left him, and he has yet to heal.]
But, Pyra? Does that mean we're on a date?
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But then he says the "d" word and her eyes widen and she blushes and she looks as if he's finally, finally said something that's gotten all of her other thoughts to fly right out the proverbial window. ] A.... a date?
[ They've done so much more than date. Isn't this what's suppose to come first? Her pitch is lighter, as if she's suddenly more nervous than before. ] You--... this was a date all along...?
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Maybe this is why his heart soars.]
If that's how you're feeling, we can call it that. I don't mind! I just like being with you.
[Maybe he should be more forceful. He doesn't know. The future scares him. Maybe her choosing someone better is inevitable, but if he can still be with her when she does, that's good enough.]
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And what is this, beyond that of a date?
He pulls her closer, she finds her palms resting against his chest once more. From the jell-ato, a tingle of static passes from her fingertips to him, and from him to her. It's not unpleasant; instead, it feels like a flutter of warmth rippling down her skin. ]
..If... I'd known that this was going to be a date, I should have bought a dress to wear for you. [ Her voice is soft. ] ...Maybe next time, then? I'd... like to spend more time with you, too.
[ People come and go in this world. People fade. People leave, people disappear. But she wants to be with him, until then. ]
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...
He doesn't want to look too desperate. If she likes being with him regardless, then that's all that matters. The Iris static tickles his skin, a delightful jolt of pleasure dancing across his skin, but he doesn't move away. There is so much he wants from this and he doesn't want to waste another moment. ]
Yeah, me too. Next time...
[ But he's still himself. As he holds her close, his lips touch her neck, and his hands start to wander.
He tugs at her skirt. ]
Maybe next time, we'll make a whole day out of it.
[THEY ARE IN PUBLIC.]
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The heat of chroma is difficult to ignore. His touch is difficult to ignore. She's embarrassed to admit that the allure beckons to abandon all pretense, situation, and location, only to continue on this route... ]
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S-Shin. Um.
[ FUCK. ]
This is a... costume store...
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And? C'mon, no one's gonna know.
[ There is a world he needs to save, a place he should go back to, but he wouldn't mind a whole eternity of this. He gives her ass a squeeze, pushing her hips against his own, and fingers begin searching for the elastic they can slip into. He's the WORST!!! ]
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An airy sound passes from her lips, high-pitched enough to be something between a sigh and a whine. Her body shudders, and when it passes, her breath has become noticeably more staggered.
Just as his hand begins to intrude, her own raises up the length of his back, except in lieu of her usual warmth, he might notice it's a static of sorts that follows the path of his spine, gathering up energy in the process, and....
...it shocks him upon the neck. She doesn't even realize what she's done. ]
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At least, that's how it was supposed to go in his head.
The jolt of electricity seizes him all over, and he lets out a comical, staggered yelp before falling into her arms in the unsexiest way possible.
Hmm. His perfect hair? A total mess. His side bangs are sticking out. He looks like a triangle.]
I deserved that...
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She looks down what could only be described as a porcupine with its quills raises in all directions. ] Oh--- oh my goodness--
[ HE'S BEEN ELECTROCUTED! That's not a power she normally has, and she quickly adjusts him, lifting him by his upper arms to stand him upright, looking... him... over.... ]
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His hair. ]
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