in that case instead of keeping tabs on my weight why don't you treat your poor gege to a hearty meal when we see each other? I'll make sure to order a lot. ^_^
( ...well, so. in this moment she's recognising what she's asking him, but you know what? she wants this. and him. and she sleeps better at night when he's there even if he sometimes wakes up distractingly shirtless. he's — this is a little nerve-wracking, still. the second text comes a couple of minutes later. he's consistently nebulous, mercurial, and try as she might she can't quite pin him down, but... )
[ except, that isn't to imply he's kissing reddie.
if there's someone he wants to grow closer to, it's... pretty obvious on who that is. even at her words, he feels a whole array of emotions. frustration at her allowing him some proverbial out peppered with an incoming hint of a pout, but also of a warm tenderness he feels at just the idea of her permitting him past the boundaries they may have drawn from their various roles. bodyguard. employer. painter. hunter. there were any number of excuses they could give, so why not use those excuses for the better?
"we got caught up in the moment." no, "i've been thinking about you for a long time."
"i've been waiting."
his cheeks feel a little warm even as he types back. ]
yknow i never heard someone trying to catch a fish like that
if im caught on your line all you need to do is pull me up silly girl
( eight hundred years spans so many, many lifetimes, each turn of the wheel brings new tragedy, heartache and loss. this is why most souls forget; it can drive a man mad otherwise.
she looks down at the texts he sends, a bittersweet longing filling her heart, burning in her chest. longing for what?
he's here, witty and joking, but she can't deny the thread of sadness that lingers when the laughter fades, when rafayel looks at her and thinks she doesn't notice. and then there are the dreams, of sea foam and deep magic, when she wakes up in tears and instinctively claws for him, only to be alone with the mists of memory that dissipate in the morning sun. )
i don't want you to be caught on my line
( then more texts, in case he gets the wrong idea. )
it hurts, right? maybe you can let me scoop you up in my hands and i can keep you safe you're going to have to be a good fish and not jump out though
[ being caught on someone's line was, admittedly, a miserable fate.
but, even if such a tragedy awaited him, what wouldn't he do to remain at her side? to make good on their past promises. just because he was good at waiting, didn't mean he liked it. didn't mean that it wasn't pure torture. but, even if she knew, he knows himself that he would have just as easily brushed it off.
if ignorance is bliss, then he'd give her that right.
he would tell her the lies he's gotten so accustomed to. say that "not even i'm foolish enough to wait year after year." but, he is every bit that foolish, and just like that he's caught up in her all over again like how the sun rises and sets over the blue horizon. ]
i guess it does hurt a lil
but if youre offering to be gentle for once then i can also be a good fishie
to make sure youre ready for it, i think you should get some practice tonight
[ wouldn't it be totally reasonable to take comfort in one another's warmth on a night like this? ]
( but maybe she doesn't want that. maybe she wants to be with him in all the important ways, and shoulder the burden of loss and grief and waiting. how can she let him hurt alone?
but maybe tonight will be a good start. tonight, she can reach for him and he'll be there. )
i like when you're a good fishie for me
i'll be very gentle. what are we practicing first?
well i could show u first then u let me know if im right
also brb ill be a little late sorry
( she won't be replying until the doorbell rings and she turns up 15 minutes late, carrying a bottle of special wine and looking very pleased with herself. she'd gotten distracted on her way here, and had been compelled to follow the trail to an old school winery that sold pomegranate wine — she just had to have it, sorry, raf. )
[ well, for all intents and purposes she did notify him. unlike the time in the past, where the smell of the hospital's disinfectant still stings his nose, she wasn't anywhere out of his reach. ... and maybe in the slightest, he may have lingered in her mind.
or so he's fuss about, but in reality between him organizing the seafood that's been delivered at his home in bulk for them to enjoy. crabs, scallops, claims, fresh fish, and even one or two fish that remain in a decorative bowl. he looks down at them, talking to them out loud, even as she enters. ]
Should I file a complaint? Already 15 minutes late... any later and our stomachs will collapse into themselves and we'll starve. [ dramatics, per usual. obviously loud enough for her to hear through the door, even as he acts "surprised" when he opens it. ]
Oh, I had thought you forgot the way here since it's been a while.
[ despite his "complaint," he does seem to be welcoming her in by moving slightly out of the way of the door. all the more when his eyes... fall on the wine. ]
( he looks really cute with her bag! but she doesn't miss how prickly he can be with people who are not her — sometimes even her, though — and she slips her hand in his immediately, squeezing his hand and slipping close. she wrinkles her nose. )
Like the melon soda? The one that looks like it can kill Superman?
[ if he knew she thought of him as cute, he’d probably milk it. no, he probably will anyway. still, he feels more at ease when she’s at his side. suddenly, like a wave, he feels like he’s being carried to where the rest of the world is; he feels less distant and it likely shows in the way that his expression gradually warms at her touch. ]
I heard they mix some fresh cream in it, so the colors might be a liiiittle different. Too bad we didn’t think to create it first, or else you could have named it. [ like they named new paints together. ]
( it's always a curious thing, watching him warm up with her — it's not something she plans to bring up, not if it makes him self-conscious, but she's been watching him when he thinks she doesn't notice. there is a depth to rafayel that he rarely lets on, a sadness and danger that remains just out of reach.
once they reach the little cafe, she's squeezing his hand. ) I'm bad at naming things... what would you call it?
[ he replies smoothly. ] Melon yogurt drink. [ do you have regrets, kiyomi... but, this isn't the first they've both defaulted to naming things after food. ]
( she stares blankly at him for a moment, letting rafayel's talent for naming things sink in, and weighing her feelings for him versus that moment of completely judgemental silence.
clearly, she's decided that he's worth it, and she orders two drinks, one for him, and one for her. although! she does lean forward to drink from his first, glossy lipstick on his straw. she smiles. )
Melon yogurt drink it is. Want some of mine?
( even though it's exactly the same. but she knows how he feels about saliva. )
Wow, I thought you of all people would recognize a winner.
[ still, he watches the way she drinks from his first. he cracks a small hint of a smile as he reaches for it. his fingers idly plays with the tip of the straw with her lipstick on it. before he then locks eyes back with her. ]
You'll have to feed me. My arms are suddenly sooo tired from carrying your bags.
( she teases, low and quiet when she picks up on what he means. those elegant painter's fingers, fine and tapered, tease the tip of the straw. it shouldn't mean anything, really, but it sends a pulse of heat right to her cheeks.
without another word, she takes his hand and leads him to someplace less private, taking a mouthful of her drink right before —
— well, right before she presses him up against a private little alcove, and seals her mouth to his, her tongue pushing the mouthful of drink into his own. it's intimate, sensuous, and just a touch hungry; they've done this before, so often, playing with each other like this, but it's no less tantalising. maybe she shouldn't be doing this in an indoor theme park, but if not, where else? )
[ feeling the way her fingers curl over his own as she lightly tugs him into a corner outside of direct view of most people, he can't help but give a soft, airy sort of laugh. one that he reserves specifically for her, and that comes out hopelessly sincere, almost as if he can't help himself.
he feels the rapid beating of his heart, and swears he can almost hear it in his ears, before she up and presses her lips to his. it's far from a chaste kiss that normal couples may have shared in what should the happiest place on earth 2, but that's exactly what's appealing about it. his own fingers twitch just slightly before wrapping around her waist. he holds her close, and he uses his own tongue to not only hold whatever fluid she pushes into his mouth, but to also to savor every inch of her mouth. abruptly, he grabs her hand and presses it up against his own adam's apple, letting her feel the way the liquid slides down his throat.
when he pulls away, his mouth is moist from their exchange. ] It's not enough. I think I might need another sip to see if this better than the ones they sell at the grocery store. For science, you know. [ he leans in to press his lips against hers once more. ]
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( .........well, he did say less, not 'no'. she's going to take it. )
speaking of food... have you been eating properly too?
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[ not entirely true, but he doesn't want to worry her. ]
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gege thinks i don't have eyes, and can't tell that he's getting thinner.
maybe you should be the one giving me access to your weighing scale instead.
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in that case instead of keeping tabs on my weight why don't you treat your poor gege to a hearty meal when we see each other? I'll make sure to order a lot. ^_^
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like sweet and sour pork and beef and prawn paste chicken and ...
speaking of chicken...
( 👉👈 🥺 someone's braised chicken wings... )
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yes actual food like peking duck yuxiang eggplants and braised pork belly with mustard greens.
ah and of course we can't forget kung pao chicken right? [ 😏 ]
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anyway why are there veggies in these )
i feel like you have an ulterior motive for ordering these dishes
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do you have a problem with my suggestions? [ pray tell. 😏 ]
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tfln cont. ft rafayel
( what? wait — )
hey! who are you two gossiping about?
( ...well, so. in this moment she's recognising what she's asking him, but you know what? she wants this. and him. and she sleeps better at night when he's there even if he sometimes wakes up distractingly shirtless. he's — this is a little nerve-wracking, still. the second text comes a couple of minutes later. he's consistently nebulous, mercurial, and try as she might she can't quite pin him down, but... )
you can say no, if you don't want to.
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fish dun kiss and tell
[ except, that isn't to imply he's kissing reddie.
if there's someone he wants to grow closer to, it's... pretty obvious on who that is. even at her words, he feels a whole array of emotions. frustration at her allowing him some proverbial out peppered with an incoming hint of a pout, but also of a warm tenderness he feels at just the idea of her permitting him past the boundaries they may have drawn from their various roles. bodyguard. employer. painter. hunter. there were any number of excuses they could give, so why not use those excuses for the better?
"we got caught up in the moment." no, "i've been thinking about you for a long time."
"i've been waiting."
his cheeks feel a little warm even as he types back. ]
yknow i never heard someone trying to catch a fish like that
if im caught on your line all you need to do is pull me up silly girl
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she looks down at the texts he sends, a bittersweet longing filling her heart, burning in her chest. longing for what?
he's here, witty and joking, but she can't deny the thread of sadness that lingers when the laughter fades, when rafayel looks at her and thinks she doesn't notice. and then there are the dreams, of sea foam and deep magic, when she wakes up in tears and instinctively claws for him, only to be alone with the mists of memory that dissipate in the morning sun. )
i don't want you to be caught on my line
( then more texts, in case he gets the wrong idea. )
it hurts, right?
maybe you can let me scoop you up in my hands
and i can keep you safe
you're going to have to be a good fish and not jump out though
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but, even if such a tragedy awaited him, what wouldn't he do to remain at her side? to make good on their past promises. just because he was good at waiting, didn't mean he liked it. didn't mean that it wasn't pure torture. but, even if she knew, he knows himself that he would have just as easily brushed it off.
if ignorance is bliss, then he'd give her that right.
he would tell her the lies he's gotten so accustomed to. say that "not even i'm foolish enough to wait year after year." but, he is every bit that foolish, and just like that he's caught up in her all over again like how the sun rises and sets over the blue horizon. ]
i guess it does hurt a lil
but if youre offering to be gentle for once then i can also be a good fishie
to make sure youre ready for it, i think you should get some practice tonight
[ wouldn't it be totally reasonable to take comfort in one another's warmth on a night like this? ]
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but maybe tonight will be a good start. tonight, she can reach for him and he'll be there. )
i like when you're a good fishie for me
i'll be very gentle. what are we practicing first?
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[ regardless of if it's true or not, the important part was the next part. ]
oh so you want me to tell you step by step huh?
i think you should come over first
its a very hands on experience
[ listen, fish are naturally thirsty. ]
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well i could show u first then u let me know if im right
also brb ill be a little late sorry
( she won't be replying until the doorbell rings and she turns up 15 minutes late, carrying a bottle of special wine and looking very pleased with herself. she'd gotten distracted on her way here, and had been compelled to follow the trail to an old school winery that sold pomegranate wine — she just had to have it, sorry, raf. )
Hey.
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or so he's fuss about, but in reality between him organizing the seafood that's been delivered at his home in bulk for them to enjoy. crabs, scallops, claims, fresh fish, and even one or two fish that remain in a decorative bowl. he looks down at them, talking to them out loud, even as she enters. ]
Should I file a complaint? Already 15 minutes late... any later and our stomachs will collapse into themselves and we'll starve. [ dramatics, per usual. obviously loud enough for her to hear through the door, even as he acts "surprised" when he opens it. ]
Oh, I had thought you forgot the way here since it's been a while.
[ despite his "complaint," he does seem to be welcoming her in by moving slightly out of the way of the door. all the more when his eyes... fall on the wine. ]
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@withhold
Are you that hungry? You should've told me, I'd have ordered in much earlier
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( he looks really cute with her bag! but she doesn't miss how prickly he can be with people who are not her — sometimes even her, though — and she slips her hand in his immediately, squeezing his hand and slipping close. she wrinkles her nose. )
Like the melon soda? The one that looks like it can kill Superman?
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I heard they mix some fresh cream in it, so the colors might be a liiiittle different. Too bad we didn’t think to create it first, or else you could have named it. [ like they named new paints together. ]
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once they reach the little cafe, she's squeezing his hand. ) I'm bad at naming things... what would you call it?
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[ he replies smoothly. ] Melon yogurt drink. [ do you have regrets, kiyomi... but, this isn't the first they've both defaulted to naming things after food. ]
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clearly, she's decided that he's worth it, and she orders two drinks, one for him, and one for her. although! she does lean forward to drink from his first, glossy lipstick on his straw. she smiles. )
Melon yogurt drink it is. Want some of mine?
( even though it's exactly the same. but she knows how he feels about saliva. )
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[ still, he watches the way she drinks from his first. he cracks a small hint of a smile as he reaches for it. his fingers idly plays with the tip of the straw with her lipstick on it. before he then locks eyes back with her. ]
You'll have to feed me. My arms are suddenly sooo tired from carrying your bags.
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( she teases, low and quiet when she picks up on what he means. those elegant painter's fingers, fine and tapered, tease the tip of the straw. it shouldn't mean anything, really, but it sends a pulse of heat right to her cheeks.
without another word, she takes his hand and leads him to someplace less private, taking a mouthful of her drink right before —
— well, right before she presses him up against a private little alcove, and seals her mouth to his, her tongue pushing the mouthful of drink into his own. it's intimate, sensuous, and just a touch hungry; they've done this before, so often, playing with each other like this, but it's no less tantalising. maybe she shouldn't be doing this in an indoor theme park, but if not, where else? )
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he feels the rapid beating of his heart, and swears he can almost hear it in his ears, before she up and presses her lips to his. it's far from a chaste kiss that normal couples may have shared in what should the happiest place on earth 2, but that's exactly what's appealing about it. his own fingers twitch just slightly before wrapping around her waist. he holds her close, and he uses his own tongue to not only hold whatever fluid she pushes into his mouth, but to also to savor every inch of her mouth. abruptly, he grabs her hand and presses it up against his own adam's apple, letting her feel the way the liquid slides down his throat.
when he pulls away, his mouth is moist from their exchange. ] It's not enough. I think I might need another sip to see if this better than the ones they sell at the grocery store. For science, you know. [ he leans in to press his lips against hers once more. ]
So don't misunderstand.
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