She tastes like Fairytales

❝ I'm not a girl. I'm a storm with skin.❞ [Autoplay warning ]

[noxpraelia]

Them....

[glaswen]

Tension once held tightly in the chest releases, simple as. The anxiety nipping at his insides fizzles, flattens, and regains composure.  And what begins as a light laugh grows in volume while Divine descends into panic, never quite catching herself after her first slip. A laugh not to her, but of the awkwardness of the situation they have willingly placed themselves in. Fuck, Divine's adorable when she's shy. Who would've thought?

But he does acknowledge her saving his ass meant sacrificing her own.

He shifts his legs slowly. The closeness of her presence, which had once been second nature shared between the two of them, now felt more pronounced to his senses. Every motion a tremor, every movement a quake. He stretches his legs beneath her weight to get comfortable, the entire act which now feels enveloped in an apology.

He may have made the first move, but the first confession had been hers. 

“First of all---Yeah, I’m your idiot.” He answers.

Get the easy part out of the way. 

“I like you too. No question. Not just in the way you thought, but,” Heat on his neck and face raise once more. He hesitates, pauses when he shouldn’t pause. No, he needs to continue now, to put at ease the fears they both had. “No matter what, you’re the most important person in my life.” 

The hand that was once at rest on her cheek departs, his fingertips brushing over her skin in a lingering touch. He lays it now on the top of her head and gently at first, before becoming slightly rough, he musses up her hair.

"And second of all: fuck you too."

[noxpraelia]

Pallid cheeks deepen in their flare, his confession she somewhat knew but hearing it was another fucking thing altogether. Most important person...? The heat rises, the only color on her face aside from glittering aquamarine eyes. She's SO stuck on his confession, hanging on to those words like they were something to be coveted, to be seared into her heart--She doesn't notice his mussing of her nigh perfectly combed raven hair.

She catches the other thing, however.

Yet with this atmosphere and bare hearts, she can't muster up a fist or a snarky retort. Instead, what tumbles forth is a tangled mess of words,❝ ...You-! Me? No, you're...! ❞

Ughhhhh. What a fucking mess.

She opts instead to squish his cheeks, laughing gently as if to feign her earlier fluster, ❝ You ass. ❞

She lets her hands linger on his cheeks, cupping them in the same motion as her thumbs caress prickly flesh. A hum in her throat, subtle and soft, she ponders. She wonders. Was it apparent to everyone around them and they were the idiots? Or was it two people avoiding the obvious for the sake of fear?

Realizing the proximity, of whom she was touching (Jesus fuck), she begins to pull away her hands but not worth mentioning, ❝ S-so, what now? Wanna make me yours? ❞ You gotta say the words~.

[noxpraelia]

Me after what I just typed

[noxpraelia]

Something symbolic about demon!trent after landing flat on his back, inhaling his own smoke from his burnt soul and exhaling it like a giant cigarette and Deum!Divine cracking one of his ribs off (the vessel or what have you) and taking a drag from it like its a pipe and standing over him like "ready for round 2?" And it's more erotic than smoking after sex

[valtsv]

*walks into an antique store* i’d like to see your most evil items, please

[glaswen]

Trent hesitates, as his brows raise and smile quirks, while he searches for the words he means. "Yeah, we've made out, but ..."

This kiss wasn't their usual fair. No longer tinged by frustration or lust, nor just another step in their dance of hands-off flirting. Where nothing was sown or grown, nor would it wither. The moment now was an act of confession, their real first kiss.

With an abashed thought, he realizes he's used to acting without feeling, his body reacts as the other one does. Equal parts physical and numb. I'll help you if you'll help me. It never was that way with Divine, was it? He suppressed it for a time, positioned the feelings as his initial skin-deep attraction. Easy to do when the rest of the world peeled off its shell and unfurled another world beneath. The rest blossomed despite it. She's his home as well.

Divine's own anxiety now echoes the same spiral running loops in his head. How does she deal with me? Loser that I am. Always having to save my ass. How hasn't she told me to get lost? She has, but not that she meant it. She should have. I'm going to ruin this in some way, I'm gonna fuck this up.

He tries to silence the stream, prove himself to her. New as this first step was, they never stopped having each other's backs.

"You want me to add in a cheesy one-liner? Cause I can, " he returns the tease, "we can cement this one as a thousand-and-fucking-one."

Her hand in his, their eyes meet. Her smile so soft then, even past the sharp dark hues of her makeup. Her eyes not aglow, but the electric current of blue makes him pause, almost eating the word one as he pronounces it. Yes, let's be weird together.

"Maybe I over-complicated it a little." Like usual. "Let's do it our way then." Like we always have.

[noxpraelia]

Big fuckin' talk on her part. Sounded something straight out of a eighty's rom-com, surely she must've fallen asleep one night and it'd be running in the background because what the fuck possessed her to say that shit (Thanks Judd Nelson and Molly Ringwald!). Spotlight on her, she realizes quickly that she perhaps came off too sure. Too wise (with a side of cheese).

She could jest, she was partially, lean back into the tease-tango they oft do. Blurt anything facetious. But what could come from her assuaging the situation? Her heart is pounding like a fuckin' herd of unicorns. Jesus shitting christ.

Miss Gothic Fighter finally meeting a bigger foe, and it's something she can't punch her way out of.

She can feel heat flaring her cheeks more, wants nothing more to grab her own hair and cover her face. For once, she didn't flee, didn't run; returned what has always been there. And now, this weird, tingly feeling that feels like something's fluttering in her stomach. This even odder sensation of elation that's rising.

Because despite all the fucked anxieties swarming her head, one thing is succinct enough:

He likes me...More than just a best friend.

And I...I do too.

Her gaze softens more at him, into those blue eyes that reminded her of the ocean but also of the sky right before dawn; where twilight lingers, where stars wink, and where the veil is thinner. A simper, another realization that he's seen her differently. When did it start? Recent? Long ago? She chuckles at his words, her hand lightly squeezing his, ❝ I know, dumb dumb. ❞ A pause. Should she be the one to say it? Always saving his ass, might as well do it here too. Give him time.

❝ Speaking of which, you're an idiot. ❞ Nope. That's not what she wanted to say. What! The! Fuck! A look away, too flustered and too late to back down now, ❝ But, you're my idiot. I...Don't know when or what, m-maybe it's always been there between us but, Trent, I like you. A lot. Fuck you. ❞

Oh, my, Gods. She wants to die after this disbosom.

[noxpraelia]

The idiots....

[noxpraelia]

[literaryvein]

L. V., conversations in the dark

[noxpraelia]

*shares popcorn with you tbh*

[noxpraelia]

[glaswen]

The slow closing of his eyes with her acceptance denotes his relief, like a sigh held in too long. Her hand still pressed to his chest. Easy for her to feel the flutter of a thumping heart between their weaved fingers. It tremors beneath skin and bone. Truthfully, he was hesitant too, but only with the type of excitement which mimics anxiety, like a child has the night before his birthday. The turning of a chapter, the breaking of ground; this was the beginning of something entirely new betwixt them.

Even this kiss was something new. The soft motion she greets his action with. Disarming. Reassuring. It's been a long time since he was sure of anything in this strange world. It was her to take his hand at the start to lead him through. If there was any start to his certainty, surely it begins and ends with Divine.

A breathless laugh parts his lips as she pulls him forward, almost breaking their kiss but not quite. The corners of his mouth twinge in a smile. He can't bite the feeling back, earnest happiness for once not muted by a sardonic grin or ironic posturing.

This was a new him too.

Snaring thought. The knot resurfaces from the murky depths like an unfilled promise, a broken oath. But the memory is too hazy and unfocused, it only remains a subconscious sentiment. He quashes the feeling with confusion and an even more perplexing notion of guilt. The air seeps out, begrudgingly deflating before it submerges entirely. He's back in reality.

"You know, I've ... " a beat. Trent pulls away only slightly to let them catch their shaky breaths and runaway hearts. He still ghosts hers, letting them rest in proximity. Faint pink hides beneath stubble in the light flush of his face. His hand still on her cheek, petting away the messy strands of ebony behind her ear. He tries to think of what to say, to sum up the chaotic declarations running amok in his head.

"I've been thinking about how to do this for a long while now." Vulnerable confessions and apologies. "But I could never think of the right way." Was this it?

[noxpraelia]

Urge to snark back. Despite the atmosphere having changed altogether like the sunset casting warm shadows on asphalt during a cold November. It's so warm. So fucking warm. It's tantalizing. ( He's home wrapped in flesh ).

And strange.

It nips at her again like a pixie upset about stolen acorns and a button, to say something to bring those walls back up. To hide herself. Choose what's familiar, what she knows; just like any brawl or bloodied-knuckle fight. Lead him on like usual and...And...

Aren't you fucking tired? Tired of holding up these fucked ass walls to protect from what? Tired of denying what's always been there. Because it HAS always been there.

The organ that she can practically hold in her hand pulses in a cryptic rhythm only she can discern against her pallid fingertips as if to accentuate the point.

Roseate cheeks, a flushing color that contradicts her black on black ensemble, not just from this moment of bared hearts but from her self-realization of how badly she teased him. Why did he always come back? Why did he stay? Why did he pick her? What could he see in her that she couldn't with her sight beyond fucking sight?

Tone soft, she chuckles with an even softer smile, ❝ What? Kiss me? You've only done it a thousand fucking times. ❞ She jests, can't help it. She likes seeing him smile, laugh with a bit of crinkle in his eyes like he did earlier.

She can feel her own heart racing as she lays her other hand over the one that just tucked her hair away, eyes catching his as she tilts her head up at him still smiling.

❝ It's us, is there ever a right way? Or even wrong? We're not exactly normal. Even with the added flairs. ❞ So, come on. Let's be weird together.

[infertilityidol]

*introducing myself to the guards who caught me* seized to meet you

[noxpraelia]

This is too on point for her

[noxpraelia]

ITS BEEN WHAT TEN YEARS AND THEYRE FINALLY GONNA ADMIT THEY LIKE EAXH OTHER HOLY SHIT SLOW BURN OF THE CENTURY

[glaswen]

The urge to joke is tempting, he could offset the tension right now with the response sitting in the back of his mind. And would it be so bad? Bring them back to square one, the easiness of riffing back-and-forth instead of this taut timidity between them now. She's nervous, that much is clear.

And he doesn't want her to be, not with him.

With the soft impact of her knuckles upon his chest, he lets out an exaggerated gasp, lungs filling with a short but sharp intake of breath. "Ow, I'm sore enough already." A smile.

He'll save the joke for later, when Divine is least expecting it. He has enough foresight to know the right callback could pay in dividends.

A soft glow illuminates from her in blue reflections; the light is not cold nor hot on his skin. The human he is, all mortality and mundane flesh, cannot place the sensation it brings to mind. Completely alien, yet comforting---Because it's her.

A cloud of frustration brews within himself, the indecision nipping at his heels. He's gotta throw this caution into the wind, when has he ever been nervous about a thing like this? Because it's her.

He doesn't want to fuck this up.

Eyes lift from the gravel beneath them, to the unearthly, azure shine of her eyes. He inches forward, close enough to brush her nose with his as he angles slightly. The thumb of his free hand brushes against her jaw, encouraging her gaze to return to him once more.

"Since we both agree," his voice hush in proximity, "... then let's not."

He waits a moment to gauge her response, before he seals the distance and gently meshes his lips to hers. The act gentle but certain, a departure from earlier kisses between the two of them, a fiery storm of lust and vexation. This is to say: I'm sure of this, of us.

[noxpraelia]

A soft smile that blooms with a chuckle to his light-hearted joke. She can see in the corner of her eyes his own grin that matches hers. What, no retort? There's suspicion drifting through her mind that melts away into nothingness-The lack of some sex-driven taunt long buried for the present is all more enticing.

More alluring.

And frightening.

The crow ruffles her feathers. Wings dare to flutter open and away. Heart thuds so loudly, so wonders if he can fucking hear it. Would probably tease her about it given the chance. Cheesers riling her up like this? Like...

This?

Heat spreads across her pallid cheeks in a smooth rhythm as he draws her attention back with that thumb caress. Gone is that old insecurity, the glow of her eyes dimming to a more muted brightness like that of a diamond moon on winter's eve. They sparkle and they dazzle 'neath that curtain of black before hidden away as she accepts his kiss.

For once, she has nothing to say. No snarky comeback. Afraid her heart will escape her throat and into his mouth (maybe it already has, he only has to inhale). Her own head angles slightly, leaning into him for that sweet gesture.

No...What if...What if-!

The instinct to draw back, away from this warmth, this s a f e t y--This feeling. Take flight, push him away. What comes with all of this? She knows. She knows. Her back itches like its on fire.

But, when he kisses her like this. Like that. Saccharine to the point she wants to cry? She has no choice BUT to trust. And she can, because it's him.

Alley fights and bar fights, late-night takeout with horrible movies, adventures into the unknown, bearing one another's heart in the dead of night with a haze of smoke 'twixt them both, laughter and shouting matches, mixed emotions that ride attraction and something more; all these moments that lay a foundation of trust. Of faith.

She leans further into his kiss, gentle as his own. Hand finding the collar of his shirt to pull him closer, not an inch of space spared. How dare you be so far away? Closer, closer. She can feel herself smiling against his lips.

She's sure of them too.

[the-muppet-joker]

Time to start MAXMAXXING. I will DO EVERYTHING. BE EVERYTHING. FEEL NOTHING. HOLLOW MYSELF OUT AND BECOME THE PERFECT VESSEL. FROM NOW ON, I AM ONLY EATING CANNED SARDINES AND DRINKINKING MY OWN BATH WATER!!! I WILL BE MEWING AND MOGGING 25 MISERABLE HOURS A DAY!!!!!! FUCK YOU!!!!