I'm not sure if I should be honored, or concerned.
*She teases gently, squeezing his arm as she sinks into the soft moss.*
Either the beast views me as something too insignificant to be a threat, or as something that can contend with it on equal footing.
And I'm sorry, I guess I should have known better than to think you would come here with the Twins.
*A small, content smile forms. This tranquil spot was hers and his alone. A place where she could share a bit of his world that wasn't buried beneath the glaring neon of the N109 zone.
She doesn't let go of him as she sits in the silence of the evening. Rather, she loops her other arm around his as well and leans against him, comfortable, something she can rely on in the dark.*
*She leans over to grasp his wrists and pull him up to stand in front of her.*
First things first, your present.
*She fishes in her bag to take out a small box, opening it to reveal a small, golden propeller blade inset with sapphires that match her eyes. With a flourish, she pins it on him and stands back to admire it on him.*
OK, now our Top Secret birthday celebrations can begin. You're not the only one who can come up with clever operation names, you know.
He props his elbow on the armrest, resting his chin against his knuckles.
"Always cute as ever, pipsqueak," he says, eyes taking in your outfit.
"Sooo, ya gonna finally tell me where we're goin'?"
@mountaingodzayn I go after bigger prey than a cute bug. You'll have to suppress your instinct to skitter away from me and allow me to make you my cuddlebug.
*She finds herself raising her hips to meet his touch, sliding further down into the seat, wanting his hand to move further along her leg. The fingers at his lips move to cup his face, thumb stroking along his cheek.
There's no mistaking or mishearing him now. Every word bores into her thoughts and adds fuel to her thudding heart.
And when it comes down to it, he's right. She can tell him exactly what she wants, so easily.
It's what she's always wanted, and what has always been rightfully hers. She nods, and finds her voice, surprised at how firm it seems.*
You. I only want you.
*She can sense the upwelling of emotion in herself now barely held in check, the dam ready to burst. Her chest rises and falls in rapid succession, the crumbs completely forgotten. She just wants what's hers, what has always been hers.*
*Trying to mask her relief and failing, she eagerly allows herself to be led to the small building. Yes, a drink, a chance to process and calm down...she can do this.
She orders a lemonade and hands over enough money for the both of them, wandering over to the seating area to look over the valley below, trying to imagine what the view will look like when they're soaring over it. Would she be able to force her eyes open long enough to enjoy it?
She sighs and hugs her knees to her chest, waiting for him to return with their drinks.*
@NewtonsAviator
Happy birthday to the best Nii-san I have! Ok, you're the only one, but that makes you the best by default, right? Your present is to try this out with me. No chickening out allowed.
*She doesn't want to let him go, now that he's so close, but she nods and steps back.*
Whatever these things are...take care of them for good. I don't want anything coming between us again.
And you're right, I suppose it's too much to ask for your help, but can you promise not to throw me out if you find my nose in a place it shouldn't be?
@mountaingodzayn *She listens, spellbound, to his text once, twice...*
π² And I miss you. Hurry home.
π² Be sure to carefully study the video to mark those exact locations where you want to dine. The Last Meal should be a satisfying one.
π² I love you.
*A small part of her suspects that he wouldn't start playing by the rules of their little games now, and so it isn't a /complete/ surprise when she feels the cup tilt against her lips, and so she saves herself the indignity of choking and sputtering, but she can't quite prevent that small amount that he captures with his finger.*
The steady pilot hands becoming clumsy all of a sudden. Uh huh.
*Skin tingling, suddenly feeling a little bold, maybe from the alcohol, maybe from the comfortable familiarity she can't help but feel around him no matter the circumstance, she leans back toward him, setting her glass aside to grab a fold of his shirt.*
You cheated me out of some of my sake. I want it back.
π² Be careful what you wish for, Dearest Person.
*Awhile later, her video goes through. From start to finish, her eyes fixed on the camera, but glazed, imagining using the object of his visceral hatred on him, driving him to pleasure with it, also imagining the things he might do to her to retaliate. An inevitable conclusion with her moaning his name, even with the orange implement in hand.
Video sent, she can only wonder what he'll think.*
@CalebXYZ__ I'll blame the person who didn't get me bubble tea ahead of time, but it looks like you'll make the wise decision and avoid my wrath.
Should I meet you at the bubble tea place?
*Really, she should be used to his boyish games and antics, but still she finds herself blushing at that single touch, her ear burning where the golden strand now lay, smoothed by him. Seizing the rare opportunity, she reaches up to ruffle his hair, an area usually unreachable from his height.*
Wow, that operation title would require the most dedicated code breakers to decipher, but I think I've got the gist. Top secret, I'm sure.
*She moves her hand to press a silencing finger against his lips for a moment.*
What does this operation entail? Awaiting your orders, Colonel.
*She fans her free hand over the one at her hip, holding it there. She throws a quick glance over her shoulder at him, his presence so reassuring. When he is close like this, their powers in such proximity, she feels as though they can take on anything. This is what they were meant to be.
The petal in their shared grasp, she musters all her strength, and knowing that he'll lend his as well, she hurls the weapon at their target.*
As long as it gets the job done, what does it matter?
*She grumbles as her attempt results in a jagged wound over a clean cut. Still, she can't help but admire the lethal beauty of this game in his hands, the Ghosts collapsing in a heap with hardly a gurgle or loss of their precious essence.
Flushing along with the warmth of his palm in her hand, she grasps the offered petal and swiftly turns her head to kiss his cheek. He was making her positively distracted during this lesson; perhaps he needed a taste of his own medicine.*
Just watch.
*She choses her target and flicks the flower the way he showed her, but perhaps with not enough force, for the petal hits its target exactly where intended, but is now wedged squarely between the Ghost's eyes as it looks up to them, snarling.*
@mountaingodzayn //Hehe yes that was it, and I didn't mind. The build up to it in the thread worked out perfectly, and although the kiss was a surprise, it was a very pleasant one.
π²That is betrayal on the deepest level.
π² Very deep, from the look of it.
π² But I have something to confess. When the carrot and I spend time together, I fantasize about punishing you with it. For you being away from me for so long.
π² I think you've given me one more reason to punish you when I see you again. π π₯