her emotions had been a whirlwind this evening; fingers of her right hand desperately cradling the can of soda whilst her azure gaze had been settled on johan's form. with widened eyes had she watched him acquire the tiniest cut upon the pad of his finger as he opened the silver cap of his pepsi bottle. it probably had healed right away, too, for it was barely even noticeable — but not to her. no, somehow it had immediately attacked her senses, sending the slumbering beast into overdrive & her into a state of total agitation. the way beads of sweat formed across her forehead, nails digging into the material of her skirt whilst her other hand fiercly held onto her drink. she wanted to appear normal, not let these urges take control of her & yet, as he met her eyes once more, she couldn't help but muster up an uncertain smile. "a-ah, i'm sorry . . . could you repeat that again? i was a bit lost in thoughts." feigning this should be better than confessing that she was born with a lust for human blood, right?
yubari pauses. it's just a question. it's simple, something most humans can answer easily; to have hopes and dreams, even if it's for something small, is normal for them. but yubari isn't human. he is a deity, and deities do not wish for anything. they answer wishes, granting crops rain and providing protection from what hardships they can. it is not their place to have wishes of their own. yubari exists for the safety and happiness of humanity, so what wish should he ever have other than the wellbeing of humans?
at least, this is what he was raised to believe, how to think. how he should think and how he actually thinks seem to drift further and further apart these days.
" hm... " yubari hums, looking out at the geese waddling along the gentle curve of the pond. " a little more time with you. "
there's a playfulness to his smile, but it's an honest answer. there are few things he can think to wish for -- there isn't much that yubari desires. but human lives are short, fleeting in comparison to the lifespan of a god. if he has a wish, it is to go on many more walks with judy, to have many, many more moments like this one ( peaceful, comfortable, together ).
when yubari turns his gaze to judy again, his eyes are warm and curious ( oh, if he looks at her so fondly, she might figure him out ). " what do you wish for? "
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“The man that doesn’t like to share?” – she giggles; she remembers him. He was a weird one and having bingo with him does feel odd. But she doesn’t mind – “Seems you’re my type.” – she wonders if he really is; looking back at the bingo card – “But you’ll have to accept I rarely follow orders.” – technically a lie, but she does believe in it – “Do you still want that bingo with me?”
to even be here with judy, like this -- one hand resting upon her plush thigh and the other tangled in her hair as she straddles his lap -- is a miracle. to be this close, warmth intermingling; to feel her rapid pulse beneath his lips while he kisses her neck; to listen to her sigh in his ear; to feel her grip fistfuls of his shirt; to simply have judy in his arms at all is nothing short of a miracle.
a small part of yubari still fears it's merely an incredibly vivid, wonderful dream, so he leans forward to pull judy closer, slanting his lips over hers in a kiss that is slow and deep. i love you, i missed you, i never want to be apart from you again, words he's always longed to say -- they linger unsaid but undoubtedly felt in the nonexistent space between them, in the way yubari holds judy a little tighter, in the way he pulls away only to breathe ( and even then, he still presses his forehead against hers, unwilling to be any further apart ).
eyes the color of the ocean flutter open, and it is clear the adoration the deity has for the woman in his arms as he gazes up at her. she looks back at him beneath such pretty lashes, pupils wider than before and cheeks rosy, lips a little swollen, and he can't help it. yubari kisses her again, feeling his heart jump and press against his ribcage as if to break free ( it can't get close enough -- he can't ).
" you're beautiful like this, " he utters against her lips, a sigh of contentment escaping him. " so pretty for me. "
he drinks the ( very cute ) noise that spills from judy's mouth, and his fingers grip a little tighter at her hip. oh, does she realize what she does to him?
judy pulls away this time, and yubari finds himself following after her when she admits, " i love when you talk to me like that. "
he pauses for a beat before smiling, more smitten than teasing. " should i praise you more, then? " yubari presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth. " tell you how perfect your mouth feels on mine? " he kisses her jaw. " how good you feel against me? " another kiss -- this time on her pulse point, and he nips and sucks there until he's sure a small bruise will be left behind ( a reminder, a memory ). " or should i tell you how pretty you sound? how i bet i can get you to make even prettier sounds for me? "
when she doesn't respond at first, yubari's smile does turn mischievous, and he leans back, creating distance -- however small -- between them to look up at judy expectantly.
❝ 'Aight, dude. ❞ Kai's voice is low as he walks over to the patron at the edge of the bar, wiping down the counter as he goes. ❝ It's been like almost an hour since you got here and you haven't ordered shit. You waitin' for someone or d'you just feel at home in shitty bar stools?? ❞
It’s not a rare occurrence for him to visit the graves of strangers. There’s a distinct serenity in bringing a wreath to the resting place of one whose long been forgotten by the living. A gravestone or mausoleum so old it’s encompassed by lichens or ivy always fascinated and somehow brought unease to the mortician as the abstract nature of these feelings couldn’t be precisely defined. All that he knew was that it felt vaguely as an insult, considering his many efforts to preserve the dead in the most pristine condition only for nature to reclaim them sooner or later after they’ve entered the ground.
So there Isaac is, carrying a small bunch of blue iris flowers and laying one every here and there, on the grave stones he deemed most neglected. The cemetery is empty and the final rays of sun shine shyly at dusk. He expects no one to be around at this hour and yet... yet there’s movement in front of him. A woman caught his eyes.
“...Hello~” his voice cracks innocently, stirring a faint echo as he called out to her. “...Is it very, very late to be grieving in the cemetery all by yourself. It would be better to come tomorrow and continue then~”
