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"Yes, you're right." he smiled softly, nodding in confirmation. He didn't think it so amazing, not at the price the magic came with. The cost was too great. He was getting scammed. A gently chuckle came at the other's self-correction. "It's alright." he supposed it would take the other some time to get used to not having to obey another, or having to revere them as some type of owner. He wasn't going to punish him for it, he only hoped it didn't cause him any upset.
Sang tilted his head, watching the other as he shifted and processed what he said. Hearing the other repeat his words made Sang wonder. How many dreams did Botan have? How many happy memories could he call upon when his heart ached? How many times had he experienced kindness? It was so sad, it would have made him cry, if the other flouncing around on his bed hadn't distracted him and made him laugh.
"Really? That makes me very happy to hear." his smile grew, "You can ask me anything you like, Bo-" oh. Before he could finish his sentence he was suddenly plummeting. He froze for a second, processing what had just happened and the other's reaction. Soon, he was laughing, too.
Sang stood, released one of Botan's hands to fix the chair, lifting it back up, then used the hand still holding his to pull him up. "It's your turn." he would settle Botan down on the chair and push the lever, let it lower him, then pull so it rose him right back up. If the other enjoyed it, he'd spin him around a little too! And push and pull the lever a few more times!
"What kind of chair is this? Why does it go up and down like that?" His voice was bright with excitement as he got a turn on the swivel chair. Not only could it go up and down, but it also spun around! He felt a little bit dizzy after that, but it was so much fun. "Humans make such cool things! Do they make beds that go up and down and spin, too? That would be so cool!"
He did in fact have a million questions for Sang - he had no idea how anything worked. The computer was a bit too scary to look at, which was probably a good thing. It wouldn't be good if he accidentally deleted any files... "Ooh, it's cold in here! A big box that keeps things cold!" He peeked in and looked at all the food on the shelves, illuminated in cool white light, like they were works of art.
"So it's called a fridge? We don't have those back where I came from! We just put things in a box underground with some ice we collected from winter. But even then we could make ice desserts! I bet you could make so many ice desserts with a fridge!" The bottom layer was even colder - there were even trays in there with little ice cubes!
"Sure. Well, it's a scroll- sealed inside of a container which, I believe, is what MOST people want. The scroll, though- that's what I'm after. If need be, I can leave the container behind. YOU could even have it- the damn thing's made out of meteorite and worth a fortune. The paper's not in a language from this planet in the first place, and it's a holy document. You can understand why it's so important to me." It's a little more complicated than that, of course, but it's the basics, and Karson is telling the truth. If they're in this, they're IN this. He's not going to withhold what's necessary to both walk away satisfied. "I'd be willing to bet your employer doesn't even know about the scroll, actually, so if you're willing to agree to this now, you get what sells for cash, I get what matters to me."
It might not be that simple to agree on. That, he'd understand. He still has to try, though.
Karson gestures vaguely towards the site of the theft, head cocked to the side.
"I'm good at sneaking around. I'm also good at distractions. I've got a gift for electricity, to put it mildly. I'm not so bound to this form. You're right, though- clues first. Everything else later. Well, Roy- what do you say?"
His gloved hand extends, steady, true.
Karson was right - his employer didn't know about the scroll. If he found out that all the fuss was over a sheet of paper, he would probably be furious. Or he might even suspect that Roy was the one who tampered with the contents and tried to cheat him out of making a fortune...
"Oh... so it's like, something personal to you? Damn, I'm sorry, man..." Roy's brow's creased - he really was sorry! Easily swayed? Not exactly, but he was an empathetic guy! "You'd give me a cool box made of meteorite?! I'd love to have a cool box!" Imagine the kind of experiments he could have with it - or he could just keep nice trinkets in there. Like receipts from a fun night out, and tiny plastic dinosaurs.
Roy slapped his hand into Karson's and gave it a firm shake. "It's a retrieval adventure, boo yeah! Hey, I'm excited to see what you can do." He packed up his gear and they quietly made their way up the stairs for the roof.
"I really am sorry about the scroll. Makes me feel like I almost read your diary without permission or something." He gave him an apologetic look over his shoulder. Even with the men still busy unloading trucks below, there could be guards on higher floors, so they stayed out of sight behind an arched roof lined with domed skylights.
He did say 'look for clues', but what kind of clue could a cloud of smoke leave... "you said you have a gift for electricity, right? Is there a way you could pick up some kind of signal? All I have is..." He peered at the corner of the arch and wiped his gloved finger against it. "Cat hair. Huh."
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Zora hummed a little bit at the feeling of Kazane returning their kiss. It was nice to know that she had clearly enjoyed themself. And the prospect of them spending more time with her was something that they welcomed. Although, they might still wonder about her being okay with their unusual nature - if she was willing to stay close to them, that had to count for something.
Talk of food reminded them that they would be comfortable with sharing some breakfast with her.
"I understand, I think breakfast sounds great honestly. Hm. I think some toast would be wonderful honestly." They sipped at their tea a little bit more. Kazane's follow-up statement inspired an amused little tsk from them.
"Heh. Sounds like you might be looking forward to that if your expression is anything to go by..."
"You can't exercise on an empty stomach and all," she returned with a tilt of the corner of her lips. They left the bedroom, then two pairs of slippered feet shuffled into the sunny kitchen.
Kazane put on the water, then slid some bread into her toaster, which was charmingly patterned with Nordic flower patterns in warm shades of peach, reddish pink and forest green.
She looked over her shoulder at Zora, asking, "eggs - sunny side up or scrambled?" She had a few pickled dishes that she could add to the breakfast spread too. "And a bit unconventional with toast perhaps, but how about miso soup?"
She knew that Kazane meant their words in the most literal sense. They were her personal guard. It was their job to stay with her, to protect her. Nothing more.
Yet her heart wanted more. She tried to ignore those feelings, to push them down, to hide them. She wasn't supposed to feel that way towards Kazane. Towards anyone, really. Her mother had made it clear that Niamh would never be allowed to marry for love. She was a pawn. Nothing more.
"If I ran away, would you go with me?" The question fell from her lips before she could think better of it. "If I wasn't a princess any longer, would you stay with me?"
Even a child with barely rags for clothes deserved to dream wild, wonderful dreams. Why did the princess not deserve a dream of her own, as impossible as it seemed? Her question almost made Kazane pause in their dance. Instead, they slowed to a sway, while fearful yet hopeful gazes searched one another.
"Yes, Princess Niamh," they answered after taking a deep breath. What she needed now wasn't a lecture about the difficult logistics of escape, nor the consequences that would follow. She simply needed to know whether their hearts were aligned. Kazane did not want to lie to her, but at least, what they felt were true:
"I swore to be beside you and protect you with my life, within and beyond these castle walls - wherever you may be, whatever title you have or choose to discard." Kazane's cheeks coloured softly. "I will stay with you as long as you will have me."
Minshu should know better but he always had been more of a just do it type of person than reading up on things. Or simply consult anyone when it came to physical exercise. Not that he never did. He just didn't follow a strict plan and perhaps that was the mistake. His attraction towards Yulin aside, the other turned out to be quite the helping hand and guidance in his endeavors. "I'll be more careful from now on, I see that now. So my pains won't last too long." Or not occur at all.
"If you know someone, I'm definitely interested as the ones I've been to before turned out to be... more inclined to bending my money than bending my back or using needles on me." A boyish chuckle, free from any innuendos or flirations, a sign that Minsu enjoyed the presence of the other in more than one way. Their conversation might have been overall sensual, the tension literally in one's grasp yet the pull towards each other seemed to harbor more than the dangerous game they were playing.
Still, he focused back on the task, following each of Yulin's instructions diligently. Minsu started to notice the difference right away, internally beating himself up for not doing so sooner. His boyish smile remained even when the other touched his biceps, a ghost of a brush. "Awesome, I'm already sensing the difference. And... if you want, you can feel more of me. To make sure, I really make progress."
Yulin's fingertips lingered upon Minsu's arm, but given his suggestion, they soon danced to his waist instead. "I ought to check your lats and your core as well," he agreed with the hint of a smirk. It's not like they were doing anything illegal, nor were there full-time personal trainers around to judge the authenticity of his 'coaching'.
"How does it feel, now?" As for Yulin, he was definitely feeling the ripple of his abdomen beneath his hand while he performed crunches. Perhaps it was cruel to torment someone while they were already suffering from such a strenuous exercise.
He'd almost forgotten what he came here to do originally... a workout, for sure, but what routine? It was unlike him to be so distracted. Their gazes kept on catching, each seeking to discover something hidden beneath the gleam of attraction.
But it appears that their appointment had to be cut short. "Ah, I'm sorry... I have to go." His eyes flitted from the clock back to Minsu's face. He stepped back from him and retrieved his water bottle and towel. "I'm glad I finally approached you after all this time." Yulin's tone was velvety, almost like a spell. "Hwang Minsu - I'll be waiting for your call." He slipped him his number before heading for the showers.
Tadashi couldn't help but chuckle. Roy's view on things fascinated and calmed him at the same time. There was no explanation and he did not truly need one as long as he could hold the other the way he did in this very moment. Even a deity like himself could have doubts about fate, about strings connected and severed so to hold someone in his arms who made Tadashi believe in a mere heartbeat was proof enough you could write your own fate. Roy and Tadashi were now writing theirs.
"Humanity has it harder I would say but yes, in the end, we are not different in that aspect. It just... gets complicated when deities and other supernatural beings get involved with humans especially. While my mother is a goddess herself, my sister's is a mermaid. Our younger brother is the one with a human mother and I've heard she passed recently. Yes, I might be a deity but I failed at making sure my siblings were safe." The ones Tadashi cared about, the ones that had to fend for themselves, without a safety net in any shape or form.
It seemed so easy, to tell Roy all his worries and feel connected beyond the pain. Tadashi would make sure to transition from deep conversations to funny, distracting times yet right now, both seemed to long for this type of closeness, the scent and warmth shared despite Tadashi's rather cool body ( quite literally ). Only Roy could calm him within seconds, the playful hair ruffling even putting a smile upon his handsome features. "Oh!"
This time around, the deity took the man's hand to place a soft kiss upon it, indeed growing addicted to the sensation. "Thank you. Maybe I needed the reassurance, the praise even. Knowing you're by my side now makes me look at the future differently. Rather optimistic I'd say. No, I'm not alone anymore... and I hope, I can say the same words to you, my dear Roy. You won't be alone anymore. You don't have to hold back. You can laugh, you can be mad. You can cry."
In a way, wasn't Tadashi also opening up to him about his life far too soon? Somehow, he didn't feel like it was overwhelming at all. Even for Roy who tended to be the one accidentally trauma dumping on others. He did feel really, really bad about that. 'From now on I'm gonna be the one trying to listen'. So maybe landing on this island was the chance that the universe gave him to really sit down and listen. He was thankful for that. Tadashi needed company. Even if it was with someone like him.
"Your family sounds super interesting." Roy's lips spread into a wild grin - he chose to focus on that part, if only to distract Tadashi from his guilt. "There's probably all sorts of fun personalities there! I'd really love to meet them someday. Soon. And when they see you, they're gonna give you a huuuuge hug! They missed you so much, I'm sure. They'll only be thankful that you managed to reconnect after all that time."
"Optimism is good. We need that, on a lonely island like this one." He wondered why his heart skipped a beat when Tadashi kissed his palm. Because he was so good looking and such a gentleman, obviously. But there were other things too. The hope that it'd grow into something deeper. He had a feeling it wouldn't take all that long at all. "Yeah - I'm definitely not gonna hold back!" Roy gave Tadashi's hand a firm squeeze. "Now, I've replenished my energy and would love a tour of the island - will you show me around, o' gracious host?"
Would she really give up immortality for one life with him? This was the reason Idun came to this world in the first place. In a way, the princess had abandoned old responsibilities and fled but she would never forget the expression her mother wore when they parted. Go, live the life you want. After eons of serving a realm that was now beyond reach, Idun found the place her heart had led her to. And the person. "Coming back here is always an option, I agree with your plan," the blonde hummed, mind envisioning their new home. Calling it finished even in theory sounded false as there might be another thing after another yet that thought in itself boosted the woman's spirits. There would ( and could ) always be something to work on. Together.
"How romantic," she answered him with a knowing smile, "I will remind you of these words later, when you might question my wallpaper choice with your handsome face on it." And Idun was not joking. As the couple finished all their groceries and headed home, she released a few yawns, a day out like this truly draining your energy in the best way possible. How lucky, she thought, that I can spend my days like this, as limited as they are now. The young woman pecked his cheek before she kneeled, opening the box she had labeled with the exact things they required. "Luck is on my side today, otherwise I would've gone through all these boxes for at least five minutes." While they exchanged more soft smiles and giggles, their makeshift table was set, even candles lit. "A mess yes. A chaos for sure. But I'm glad it's yours and mine. It's ours."
"Wallpaper with my face on it? No! That would be a horror movie at worst, and kitsch at best!" his eyes almost teared up from laughing at the ridiculousness of it. If not wallpaper, he suspected that dear Idun may put a portrait of him right in the living room... Ah, wouldn't a wedding portrait be better? Now the man was blushing.
They toasted with mugs of chu-hi. It seemed to go better with takeaway food rather than wine, and meant that they could try a few different flavours. His partner's features glimmered beautifully beneath the flickering candlelight. (How did she manage to find the candles amongst all the boxes, by the way?)
"Mm, it's delicious." He almost forgot to swallow the mouthful of stir-fried beef noodles before giving compliments. "It doesn't taste that greasy either. Chinese chefs really know how to fry their noodles. So good." He turned his fork in the dish to scoop up a generous mouthful, then offered it to Idun.
"To be honest, I've never been good with dealing with chaos. But now... I can see the appeal in it. Sometimes you just have to let go... and maybe you'll get to see things in a completely different light." It sounded wishy-washy now that he had finished rambling... "I'm not drunk already, I promise!"
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Kazuhiko had his ways of reassuring the student, it was his gaze and the warmth in his words that made Momonosuke gain another layer of confidence regarding his choice. And he admired the older. A part of him felt like saying it out loud would jinx whatever they had, a fragile growing bond they cultivated little by little. "Maybe we do need a little selfishness at times," he hummed in response, smile softening as their eyes met.
For some reason unknown, his heart hammered even louder against the boy's ribcage, whether Kazuhiko himself was the reason or the fact that he spoke so reassuringly to the younger; what genuine support could enable! The student made mental notes, gifted with a good memory which he often thanked his dear mother for. "That I am not quite sure of yet... I feel like I'd love to work with everyone. I guess I'll need more experience so... I'd selfishly ask for your assistance one day, with the advice I mean. I mean, I don't know what else I could've meant... sorry." Momonosuke fumbled a little with his words, gaze now lowered yet out of shyness rather than anything else. "Kazu-san's helping me, I've felt a bit lost about the whole thing before, to be quite honest. I'm amazed by how quick you could respond to everything. Kazu-san's amazing, after all." And he allowed himself this little praise, why should he not?
It had felt like a date before but now, not even the thoughts about finding an internship could distract and redirect his nervousness somewhere else. Though, the part-time barista seemed to calm by the second, eventually settling in while his hand still remained linked with the older's. "Should we get a menu? There's a lot to choose from, not even the coffee shop I work at has so many! I feel like I could sit here all day and try myself through their cakes..."
"Happy to help." The corner of Kazuhiko's lips tilted. It was fun to see Momonosuke getting flustered. He wasn't even trying to bully him nor even tease him. However, the passion he had for what he did as a job was genuine, and he was impressed that Momo wanted to pursue something related.
Kazuhiko picked up two of the menus from the counter. They debated for a moment between the window seat or by the feature wall filled with colourful retro posters. Settling for the latter, two pairs of eyes turned to the menu boasting of a range of pastries, cakes, and drinks.
"We could always get three cakes to share between us," Kazuhiko suggested, tapping his index upon the spiced pumpkin crepe cake that caught his interest. "It'll go down easy with a long black or iced Americano. But we have to save some room for other snacks later." A quick wink suggested that said snacks could be to do with food, or maybe not at all.
"I haven't been to the cafe you work at for quite some time," he continued while pouring them both some water. "Did you mention that they changed ownership pretty recently before you joined? Maybe they wanted to start off safe by keeping the menu small. You could make suggestions on adding things to the menu though, Momo. I'm sure they'll take your advice."
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River's crouched down at Uta's level. Blonde curls are pulled into a ponytail. "Have you always been a cat?" She asks curiously. Coral painted lips curl at the corners. Her day's just gotten more interesting. Thank goodness!
It seems like she wasn't shocked at a speaking cat! That was a bit disappointing. Uta adjusted his legs neatly, and the tip of his tail thumped the ground a few times. Doesn't he just love getting questions about himself!
"For the last few hundred years, yep!" chirruped Uta with pride. "And I've always looked this cute and handsome. Have you always been a..." His golden eyes searched the woman from head to toe. "Whatever you are?" There's something weird about their presence, that's for sure!
The moment the dance ended, he was breathless. He slowly lowered to his knees before Iwai. The final jingle of bells in sync the sudden thud of his knees against his floor.
At first, he cannot look the other in the eye. His hair had come slightly loose, falling over his face as he tried to settle his lungs. After a few moments, his gaze met the other's. Those eyes held an emotion Iwai would have never seen from him before. Fearful, yet determined. He'd never felt so nervous. Had never been so vulnerable in front of another. Not even while dangling his fragile life on a thread.
"Do you understand the meaning of my performance, Munehisa-chan? Did any of that... mean anything to you?" Even if Iwai had his own interpretation that was the complete opposite to his own, that would be okay, too. He just wanted to know. He wanted to understand. What did Iwai see?
He was not exactly a man knew for his words, let alone giving interpretations of art. But Kaho was not asking for critique and reflection on how he had expressed poetry with his body. He was asking whether he understood the depth of his devotion, which he had just poured out to him till the very last drop.
Which must be why it was so frightening to see him crouching there with wisps of hair obscuring his face, his eyes pleading as though his answer would either grant him life or death. Iwai's heart hammered with even more violence than before. He leaned forward to take hold of Kaho's hands, which were almost hot from exertion and seemed to tremble - unless it was himself who was trembling.
His thumping blood was in the way, but nevertheless, he forced the words out. "When we first met, I was caught by your gracefulness and mysterious allure. You were like a butterfly - beautiful and ethereal. It seemed like you might slip away at any second, even though you had been the one to draw me in. The first part of your dance reminded me of that."
He brushed his thumbs over the back of Kaho's hand. "You are graceful, but you are also fierce... even obsessed. Something drives you to go to whatever lengths possible to reach your goal. You danced like a warrior who had already lost enough that you were willing to lose even your sanity, your life, your soul, to your dream."
Was he talking about Kaho's revenge, or his love? It seemed difficult to see where one started and one began, but why was that? Vulnerability and fear were mirrored as their gazes met. "I think I drive you mad, Kaho. It's as if your devotion will drag us both to hell. Is that presumptuous for me to say?"
He wasn't used to anyone caring for him like this, save for his own mother, though he often wasn't at home and would make out as though he wasn't so bad to save his mother from catching the first train into Tokyo to worry over him until he recovered (given how often he was unwell, this saved her a lot of travel). Although Kouta was adamant he didn't need any care, he would have to remember to thank Kazuhiko for it later all the same. To the question Kouta shook his head. 'Dairy's bad for my voice.' Despite his condition, he couldn't help but smile at the irony; does it really matter when I'm so sick? Fuck it. 'Sure.'
For the next half an hour he helped him to slowly eat and drink, taking plenty of breaks in between when he looked like he was really struggling. It was fortunate that he was quite used to assisting people during meal times, for it must be a shock to most that one slim piece of toast could take that long to ingest.
"Would you like to rest on the couch, or on the bed?" Kazuhiko asked once he had put the empty plate and cup aside. With the mask on, it was difficult to tell much about how he felt, thus he certainly did not want Kouta to be uneasy over that on top of being sick. "Don't worry, I'll stay with you." He brushed his palm lightly over Kouta's arm.
