❝ i will always be here. no matter how far you go you can always come home to me. ❞ (to Xavier)
↪ devoted, yearning & obsessive
𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 as the promise left Hyori's lips, wrapping around his heart like a chain of starlight in each annunciation. For a moment he only stared at her, the faint blue of the cosmos somewhere far off from this world reflecting in his eyes as he played it over and over, an endless echo in his mind. For a man who had spent so long drifting between selves -- falling in and out of a new duty, between galaxies and seemingly endless expanses of loneliness -- the certainty in her voice felt like gravity pulling him home on that very starry chain said aloud. When he found himself grounded at last by Hyori's smile, Xavier reached out, warm fingers hesitating only once before brushing against her soft wisping hair.
❝ Then ... I promise no matter where I go, ❞ He whispered intimately back, voice raw and soft, ❝ I’ll always find my way back to you . ❞
It's rare she's up first. Even more rare that she's in the kitchen, fixing up what appear to be the beginnings of a breakfast spread. He certainly doesn't mind that she's made herself quite at home in his apartment now (really, he prefers it—it's where she belongs), but the sourness he'd woken up with due to the emptiness from her side of the bed is dissipated when he sees her fussing at the counter. He's a little glad of her back to him when he pads over to her side, just in case he's involuntarily pulled a too-delighted expression.
Hands elect to rest upon the edge of the marble counter, caging her within his arms as he hovers behind her, sneaking a peak over her shoulder at the batter she's mixing by hand. "Looks fancy," he says, by way of greeting, one hand smoothing across her stomach to find its way to her hip, where his palm rests upon the jut of it. Fingers curl possessively around her, slipping searchingly beneath the hem of her silk camisole and beneath the waistband of her shorts for the warmth of her skin. "Looks good," he comments, and she knows he doesn't mean the waffle batter she's whisking by hand.
"Sit," she commands, tapping his nose in remonstration as he's nudging the strap from her shoulders with every intention to devour that skin. Her rebuttal is met with a playfully sharp bite upon her shoulder, which reddens beautifully in spite of the protest Hyori's yelping. So he soothes that mark with a kiss, but the denunciation in those particolored eyes are still not satisfied. So he scoops her up, tucks her under his arm as he hauls her back towards his bedroom.
"Hey!" she cries out, writhes in his arms, which only makes him hold her closer. She manages to wriggle out enough for him to feel his grip on her slipping, but a quick adjustment has her caught up in his arms like a princess. "I'm not done making breakfast," she points out, a little petulantly, but there's a wicked gleam in her jewel-colored eyes.
He regards her with that shit-eating grin that's standard to his expression—that look that he gets like he knows what color her panties are. Probably because he bought them and slipped them off just a few hours ago. "I'm starving," he says simply. "I've gotta eat something right now—"
━━━ I knit the threads of fate myself, until they spelled your name.━━━
Independent Caleb from Love and Deepspace roleplaying blog.
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'will you come watch the meteor shower with me?'
Her gentle fingers press against his wrist as she drags him out of the tent. He leaves the old fashioned camera he was tinkering with behind on the sleeping bag. As she excitedly points out constellations they could rarely see in Linkon City, Hyori's figure is perfectly illuminated by the warm glow of the firelight.
As she turns, the breeze brings a nostalgic scent to him. Dew drops in the moonlight. A small smile tugs at Xavier's lips as he watches her from the corner of his eye. She's so animated, so full of life and joy.
They recite names and legends of the stars between themselves. A sudden sneeze catches his attention. He watches as Hyori rubs at her bare arms. The mountain breeze makes the nights cooler compared to their metropolis home. Xavier sheds his cardigan and places it around his companion's shoulder. He grabs her hand, taking her to the camping chairs to sit by the fire.
"Too bad there aren't any shooting stars tonight." He hears her dejected sigh.
His gaze turns warm as he watches her lips upturn into a small pout. His chest aches with a numbed pain by light years of unfathomable longing for something out of reach.
Beyond the stars.
A flash of starlight illuminates their small encampment. The light from his hand moves and swirls around her before darting off into the distant skies.
"Let's make a promise to come back here then. We'll watch the meteor shower together."
Xavier holds out his pinky towards Hyori expectantly.
the sound of her voice prompts him to lookupward, any focus on the book lost, all his attention fixed solely on her ( as if that’s any different thannormal ). he doesn’t speak, notimmediately. he watches her as if committing the sight to memory: the way thatshe smiles, the way that light dances in her eyes, the way the chain—his gift—hangs aroundher neck, the top of the dragon peeking out from where the first button is clasped, drawing his attention to the bit of skin exposed there.
and that shirt—he liked it a lot. but she’sright, it looks better on her.
❝that shirt’s a different one. if you keepstealing them from me, i won’t have any to wear, you know.❞ a laugh follows,then a smile and a glint of familiar mischief in his eyes. ❝oh, but maybethat’s your master plan. if you want me shirtless, all you have to do is asknicely.❞
花 — Lips curve downward and a look of disapproval crosses his face. Dark eyes stare down at the flushed giggling girl. Slender fingertips press at his forehead as a sigh escapes him. Where is Hong so that he could deal with their drunk underclassman?
“Lee Hyori. That man is not your favorite actor ‘Zen’.” He watches a green-haired man stroll by talking to another woman. Though he supposes he can’t blame her as he sees the faint resemblance. His free hand lands on the space between her shoulder blades and attempts to steer his underclassman back towards the dorms.
“You should shower—” he stops, no she might drown, “you should sleep as soon as you return. Now let’s go.”
