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It must be nice to be able to afford such a mindset. Unfortunately, I don't find such a thing amusing or enjoyable.
[ Perhaps this is less true here, but in his own world, he had a reputation to uphold. He was Sir Percival of Wales, third son of the ruler of Wales. He couldn't afford to be seen doing anything uncouth or unfitting of his station.
Which, speaking of, the way he can't help but move closer and finds himself nearly entranced by Isabela's easygoing demeanor and beauty, definitely counts as uncouth. Isabela is like the party itself-- lighthearted, elegant, and just a little wild, and he can't deny that he's enjoying himself. Just a little bit.
Emboldened, he rests his palm lightly on her cheek, now giving her an uncharacteristically playful grin. Powerful stuff, this mistletoe was. ]
Not particularly. If anything, I could learn a thing or two from such directness. So, I may give it a try.
[ He may be an easily flustered man, but he's still direct, albeit in his own manner. ] May I kiss you, Isabela?
[ Perhaps this is less true here, but in his own world, he had a reputation to uphold. He was Sir Percival of Wales, third son of the ruler of Wales. He couldn't afford to be seen doing anything uncouth or unfitting of his station.
Which, speaking of, the way he can't help but move closer and finds himself nearly entranced by Isabela's easygoing demeanor and beauty, definitely counts as uncouth. Isabela is like the party itself-- lighthearted, elegant, and just a little wild, and he can't deny that he's enjoying himself. Just a little bit.
Emboldened, he rests his palm lightly on her cheek, now giving her an uncharacteristically playful grin. Powerful stuff, this mistletoe was. ]
Not particularly. If anything, I could learn a thing or two from such directness. So, I may give it a try.
[ He may be an easily flustered man, but he's still direct, albeit in his own manner. ] May I kiss you, Isabela?
[ TIMESKIPPPPP to later that night on the balcony.
The gala is just as luxurious as the flyers had made it out to be. And now, after more than a few songs and festive glitter, the dancing is still going, but the mood has become much more mellow than before. They have stepped outside for a bit of fresh air, having found an empty balcony. ]
Enjoying yourself?
The gala is just as luxurious as the flyers had made it out to be. And now, after more than a few songs and festive glitter, the dancing is still going, but the mood has become much more mellow than before. They have stepped outside for a bit of fresh air, having found an empty balcony. ]
Enjoying yourself?
Not particularly, but I do take good care of it.
[ Which is to say, yes he's proud of his appearance, but not any particular aspect more than another. He is, unfortunately, one of those guys that thinks and knows he's hot shit. He is, under normal circumstances, not particularly interested in pleasures of the flesh, but he is fairly confident about his attractiveness. I hate him. ]
Don't meddle with it too much.
[ He says grimly, but very much easily following her command, because that is very much where his instinct tells him to go— to move closer to her, to feel her warm skin against his own. And more specifically, to let his mouth explore what it wants to, now that he's left the remnants of the candy behind and finds himself restless.
Though his cheeks continue to be unusually warm, he dips his cheeks easily into the curve of her exposed cleavage, leaving an idle and light trail of kisses that moves southward as she plays with his hair. ]
[ Which is to say, yes he's proud of his appearance, but not any particular aspect more than another. He is, unfortunately, one of those guys that thinks and knows he's hot shit. He is, under normal circumstances, not particularly interested in pleasures of the flesh, but he is fairly confident about his attractiveness. I hate him. ]
Don't meddle with it too much.
[ He says grimly, but very much easily following her command, because that is very much where his instinct tells him to go— to move closer to her, to feel her warm skin against his own. And more specifically, to let his mouth explore what it wants to, now that he's left the remnants of the candy behind and finds himself restless.
Though his cheeks continue to be unusually warm, he dips his cheeks easily into the curve of her exposed cleavage, leaving an idle and light trail of kisses that moves southward as she plays with his hair. ]
[ Yeah, he's a bit of a hypocrite on manners, when he's such a rudeass himself...
He apparently sees no offense with this, however, and waits patiently for her to continue. He remains ever-curious about the conditions of others, where they came from, and what sort of rulers presided over their societies. ]
You were not allowed to leave the palace? [ It's such a stark contrast to his own life, in which he left his kingdom entirely and served knighthood in Feendrache, and later, roamed all over the Skydoms. ]
Was your father afraid that you would fall into danger?
He apparently sees no offense with this, however, and waits patiently for her to continue. He remains ever-curious about the conditions of others, where they came from, and what sort of rulers presided over their societies. ]
You were not allowed to leave the palace? [ It's such a stark contrast to his own life, in which he left his kingdom entirely and served knighthood in Feendrache, and later, roamed all over the Skydoms. ]
Was your father afraid that you would fall into danger?
[ The way he falls down on the bed so suddenly leaves him feeling pretty disoriented, but the joy and satisfaction he got from making Vane momentarily lose his composure was worth it. He's still grinning a bit when Vane essentially helps him roll over, though he inhales sharply when he realizes that Vane is helping him undress.
And grows further distracted when he allows himself to get a good look at Vane. And for the first time, a really good look at Vane. He's always been aware of his body, in an abstract way. In the way he'd refer to his friend as an oaf with all brawn and no brains, but it's as if he's beholding the image of well-toned perfection right now. The thought leaves him even more desirous and just a little insecure.
Not that he can linger on that thought for long, as Vane begins to explore him with increased vigor, making him grow painfully stiff between his thighs and impatient.
The feel of wet tongue against the side of his lips. It's— it's very Vane, at very least, and he's drunk and horny enough that it doesn't bother him as much as it should. Which is probably sad. But it's still disorienting enough that Percival scowls and presses his hands against Vane's chest, trying to push him away, just for a moment. ]
You impatient—! Let me finish undressing! [ He will, at the very least, attempt to wiggle out of the rest of his pants and undergarments. His shirt is half unbuttoned now, anyway. ]
And grows further distracted when he allows himself to get a good look at Vane. And for the first time, a really good look at Vane. He's always been aware of his body, in an abstract way. In the way he'd refer to his friend as an oaf with all brawn and no brains, but it's as if he's beholding the image of well-toned perfection right now. The thought leaves him even more desirous and just a little insecure.
Not that he can linger on that thought for long, as Vane begins to explore him with increased vigor, making him grow painfully stiff between his thighs and impatient.
The feel of wet tongue against the side of his lips. It's— it's very Vane, at very least, and he's drunk and horny enough that it doesn't bother him as much as it should. Which is probably sad. But it's still disorienting enough that Percival scowls and presses his hands against Vane's chest, trying to push him away, just for a moment. ]
You impatient—! Let me finish undressing! [ He will, at the very least, attempt to wiggle out of the rest of his pants and undergarments. His shirt is half unbuttoned now, anyway. ]
That's a shame isn't it? It's never been a matter of affording anything, the way I've lived my life thus far has simply come down to there being little point of dwelling on anything that isn't enjoyable or of any profit to me.
[Is it the practical way to live one's life? Probably not, and she shrugs to say as much in fewer words. To her it was more about living in the moment, doing what feels good to you, doing what you needed to survive while feeling the rush of being alive. It wasn't for everyone no, but she'd earned the right to choose how she lived out her days.
But that's a discussion possibly for a time when they aren't at a party surrounded by dancing people, free flowing drinks and for when she isn't distracted by the warm hand on her cheek, the interest growing in his features. She just chuckles and steps forward with a laugh. This is far more interesting anyway.]
You know, I don't often run into anyone who's as polite as you are. [Vulgar, crude, teasing, flirtatious, charming. All of that sure, but polite and proper as he is? Not in a way that's interested in her usually. She leans in as she speaks, wanting to kiss him herself but since he'd asked so nicely...] That's more like it. I'm all yours, Percival.
[Is it the practical way to live one's life? Probably not, and she shrugs to say as much in fewer words. To her it was more about living in the moment, doing what feels good to you, doing what you needed to survive while feeling the rush of being alive. It wasn't for everyone no, but she'd earned the right to choose how she lived out her days.
But that's a discussion possibly for a time when they aren't at a party surrounded by dancing people, free flowing drinks and for when she isn't distracted by the warm hand on her cheek, the interest growing in his features. She just chuckles and steps forward with a laugh. This is far more interesting anyway.]
You know, I don't often run into anyone who's as polite as you are. [Vulgar, crude, teasing, flirtatious, charming. All of that sure, but polite and proper as he is? Not in a way that's interested in her usually. She leans in as she speaks, wanting to kiss him herself but since he'd asked so nicely...] That's more like it. I'm all yours, Percival.
[It's far too late to be trying to give Shura orders--now it's just incentive to muck up his pretty hair as much as she can. And when he leans forward so obediently, she won't waste a moment in tangling her fingers deeper in his hair, still massaging his scalp. It's supposed to be good for hair growth, so he can't complain, right??
The warmth of his breath on her skin draws a soft exhale from her, and his gentle kisses makes her shudder and lean in to him.]
You're actin' like you want me to make a mess of it, y'know.
[It's a tough choice--let him keep kissing at her like this, or tug on his hair to tilt his head up so she can kiss him. She scrapes her nails gently against his scalp, deciding to be lazy and let him do the work for the moment. It feels good, makes her feel flushed and warm, so why should she change things?]
The warmth of his breath on her skin draws a soft exhale from her, and his gentle kisses makes her shudder and lean in to him.]
You're actin' like you want me to make a mess of it, y'know.
[It's a tough choice--let him keep kissing at her like this, or tug on his hair to tilt his head up so she can kiss him. She scrapes her nails gently against his scalp, deciding to be lazy and let him do the work for the moment. It feels good, makes her feel flushed and warm, so why should she change things?]
Not once. [ He ventures further in. ] We wore whatever was around.
[ That'd been par for the course, recycling through standard issue clothes until they got too destroyed or bloody to weather the exchange of hands. With a bout of silence that stands in for an agreement, Mikazuki doesn't even wait until he's left to start peeling off his clothes, rolling them up over muscle and throwing them on the floor, because what are manners and/or modesty.
Once he's done, he passes a glance over the mirror, the implants along his spine catching the light, and looks over his shoulder. ]
Ready.
[ That'd been par for the course, recycling through standard issue clothes until they got too destroyed or bloody to weather the exchange of hands. With a bout of silence that stands in for an agreement, Mikazuki doesn't even wait until he's left to start peeling off his clothes, rolling them up over muscle and throwing them on the floor, because what are manners and/or modesty.
Once he's done, he passes a glance over the mirror, the implants along his spine catching the light, and looks over his shoulder. ]
Ready.
[ The very clever, witty retort right on the tip of Cain's tongue doesn't have a chance to meet the air. It gets swallowed up by that kiss, the warm, faintly sweet press of Percival's mouth to Cain's lips.
Cain's eyes go wide; he doesn't back away, or even try to stop the kiss, but there's a frozen moment of shock before he relaxes into it. Before one hand comes up to wrap slender fingers in Percival's collar, holding Percival close until the kiss is done.
And only then does Cain tip his head back and search for the mistletoe. Because there must be enchanted mistletoe, for Percival to be kissing him in such a public place.
Right?
But there's none, and Cain blinks, and blinks again, and turns to stare at Percival, a question in his eyes and red spreading across his cheeks. ]
Percival—?
Cain's eyes go wide; he doesn't back away, or even try to stop the kiss, but there's a frozen moment of shock before he relaxes into it. Before one hand comes up to wrap slender fingers in Percival's collar, holding Percival close until the kiss is done.
And only then does Cain tip his head back and search for the mistletoe. Because there must be enchanted mistletoe, for Percival to be kissing him in such a public place.
Right?
But there's none, and Cain blinks, and blinks again, and turns to stare at Percival, a question in his eyes and red spreading across his cheeks. ]
Percival—?
[ He didn't think Percy would actually drink from both glasses, simultaneously. This is honestly the highlight of the night's entertainment, and he's seen plenty of wild things. (Also don't worry there will always be plenty of other opportunities to set Akira on fire in the future.)
He's looking around, trying to fish up some sort of conversation (or exit), when he's presented with the very sword he'd helped Percy retrieve however many weeks back. ]
...
[ W h a t. He doesn't mind hanging onto a bit of spare change for him, but a bigass sword is something else entirely. ]
You've given me too much already.
[ (Also isn't that his treasured family heirloom... Percy please.) ]
I can't take that.
He's looking around, trying to fish up some sort of conversation (or exit), when he's presented with the very sword he'd helped Percy retrieve however many weeks back. ]
...
[ W h a t. He doesn't mind hanging onto a bit of spare change for him, but a bigass sword is something else entirely. ]
You've given me too much already.
[ (Also isn't that his treasured family heirloom... Percy please.) ]
I can't take that.
[ Of course he's drinking from both glasses at once, it's the only way he can think of to show gratitude to Akira for these "great gifts". But it's difficult to keep drinking and pushing the sword into Akira's hold, especially given how heavy it is, so both drinks get put aside.
A small part of his brain is telling him that this isn't such a great idea, especially given that he'd be unarmed for the rest of the evening.
But he won't be satisfied until the young man takes it, at least temporarily, until Percival can get him a proper weapon of his own (at least, this is his rationale at the moment). ]
Come now, I insist. [ He pushes it more towards Akira, frowning. ]
I won't be taking no for an answer.
A small part of his brain is telling him that this isn't such a great idea, especially given that he'd be unarmed for the rest of the evening.
But he won't be satisfied until the young man takes it, at least temporarily, until Percival can get him a proper weapon of his own (at least, this is his rationale at the moment). ]
Come now, I insist. [ He pushes it more towards Akira, frowning. ]
I won't be taking no for an answer.
[ He back away from the sword carefully, shaking his head. ]
Won't you, though.
[ He's not going to take his sword???? (Stealing this Treasure definitely won't change any hearts...)
He tries to make his escape through the crowd, but Percy tails him with increasing persistence until they both wind up in some abandoned corner of the gala.
Under a sprig of mistletoe. ]
...
[ Look what you've done, Percy. ]
Won't you, though.
[ He's not going to take his sword???? (Stealing this Treasure definitely won't change any hearts...)
He tries to make his escape through the crowd, but Percy tails him with increasing persistence until they both wind up in some abandoned corner of the gala.
Under a sprig of mistletoe. ]
...
[ Look what you've done, Percy. ]
Did I stutter, boy?
[ Why is it that the closer he moves and the more he insists, the more it sounds like a threat? Quite possibly because it is. Because until Akira takes that sword, he's going to feel so restless and frustrated at his own lack of giftgiving this season.
Percival being so stubborn in this endeavor means that he doesn't know where he's making Akira back up to, and by the time he realizes that they're in a corner, he's already drawn way, way to close for comfort.
Congratulations, Akira, you've been kabeddoned.
Suddenly, his brows furrow in confusion, not quite sure what to make of the situation they've ended up in, but he's at least put the sword to the side on a nearby table.
He should be pulling away now, and he realizes that, but he finds it difficult to, so Percival's cheeks flush with color. ]
Forgive me... did I scare you?
[ Why is it that the closer he moves and the more he insists, the more it sounds like a threat? Quite possibly because it is. Because until Akira takes that sword, he's going to feel so restless and frustrated at his own lack of giftgiving this season.
Percival being so stubborn in this endeavor means that he doesn't know where he's making Akira back up to, and by the time he realizes that they're in a corner, he's already drawn way, way to close for comfort.
Congratulations, Akira, you've been kabeddoned.
Suddenly, his brows furrow in confusion, not quite sure what to make of the situation they've ended up in, but he's at least put the sword to the side on a nearby table.
He should be pulling away now, and he realizes that, but he finds it difficult to, so Percival's cheeks flush with color. ]
Forgive me... did I scare you?
[ (He's honestly feeling so attacked rn.)
His back hits the wall, but before he can slink around Percy he's caged in by two arms on either side of him. He really can't shrink any further away, and averts his gaze from his pursuer, not even a chance to curse his luck before the magic starts messing with him. (Just... Stay calm..........Ignore it...)
He apparently still has enough presence of mind to joke, ] You always scare me.
[ Simply a terrifying man. Quaking in his boots. (But uh, is he seriously gonna plant one on him... That's too weird, though the mistletoe is doing a pretty good job of convincing Akira otherwise.) ]
...
[ He doesn't say anything more, it's awkward enough just breathing with him so close. ]
His back hits the wall, but before he can slink around Percy he's caged in by two arms on either side of him. He really can't shrink any further away, and averts his gaze from his pursuer, not even a chance to curse his luck before the magic starts messing with him. (Just... Stay calm..........Ignore it...)
He apparently still has enough presence of mind to joke, ] You always scare me.
[ Simply a terrifying man. Quaking in his boots. (But uh, is he seriously gonna plant one on him... That's too weird, though the mistletoe is doing a pretty good job of convincing Akira otherwise.) ]
...
[ He doesn't say anything more, it's awkward enough just breathing with him so close. ]
I told you I wouldn't be turning you in. What is there to be afraid of, then?
[ Akira might be joking, but of course Percival takes him completely at face value. Because let's be honest, it wouldn't be the first time he's been called intimidating or scary.
He then falls dead silent, suddenly feeling extremely awkward.
And then, despite the influence of mistletoe magic, has enough sense to take a step back, because this is way too close.
He is able to remove his palms from the surface of the wall, but as for giving Akira his personal space back?
He can't. ]
What... what is going on?
[ Akira might be joking, but of course Percival takes him completely at face value. Because let's be honest, it wouldn't be the first time he's been called intimidating or scary.
He then falls dead silent, suddenly feeling extremely awkward.
And then, despite the influence of mistletoe magic, has enough sense to take a step back, because this is way too close.
He is able to remove his palms from the surface of the wall, but as for giving Akira his personal space back?
He can't. ]
What... what is going on?
[ Akira is familiar with the bewitched greenery by now, but it doesn't mean he wants to explain the concept to Percy, of all people... (He's expecting to get blamed for everything when the gala's over, and while he's guilty for milking him for his wallet, he has nothing to do with the sword or the mistletoe.) ]
...Holiday spirit.
[ It is. Extremely hard to move. He can feel his own ears turning red, but instead of succumbing to the temptation, he tries to edge away from it (and Percy, and his ridiculous weapon). ]
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
[ He's gonna... leave... again... bye... (The further he pulls apart from his companion, the stronger the urge is to return to him...) Just the worst... ]
...Holiday spirit.
[ It is. Extremely hard to move. He can feel his own ears turning red, but instead of succumbing to the temptation, he tries to edge away from it (and Percy, and his ridiculous weapon). ]
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
[ He's gonna... leave... again... bye... (The further he pulls apart from his companion, the stronger the urge is to return to him...) Just the worst... ]
[ Akira at least seems to have the ability to move somewhat, although every time he takes a step away, he just comes right back. Which is even more confusing, to say the least. ]
Are you mad?
[ And yet, he finds himself... happy? Every time Akira takes a step towards him again? His heart beats just a little bit faster.
Finally, he catches a glimpse of that stupid mistletoe looming above them.
The realization makes his face turn scarlet, eyes wide with shock. ]
They cannot be serious! All night I have avoided such... tricks! [ Half of him is horrified, and the other half (the half that the mistletoe has reign over) can't deny that he doesn't mind the idea so much... yikes. ]
Are you mad?
[ And yet, he finds himself... happy? Every time Akira takes a step towards him again? His heart beats just a little bit faster.
Finally, he catches a glimpse of that stupid mistletoe looming above them.
The realization makes his face turn scarlet, eyes wide with shock. ]
They cannot be serious! All night I have avoided such... tricks! [ Half of him is horrified, and the other half (the half that the mistletoe has reign over) can't deny that he doesn't mind the idea so much... yikes. ]
[ Wow... what a good sensei.... Actually, mentors that don't suck tend to be in sort of short supply, and he can't take proper instruction for granted; he responds with a nod, and a slightly more tentative step forward to match Percival's, watching his feet and trusting him to handle the steering. ]
All right...
[ The next few steps go more smoothly, and the only person he's in danger of bumping into is Percival. Now that he's fairly confident he won't trip over his ankles— ]
I didn't know that knights had a talent for these things.
All right...
[ The next few steps go more smoothly, and the only person he's in danger of bumping into is Percival. Now that he's fairly confident he won't trip over his ankles— ]
I didn't know that knights had a talent for these things.
It's not typically a part of a knight's education, no.
[ If that were the case, people like Vane would have much better manners. Alas.
He keeps his steps predictable and simple, first keeping to making a "box". They can do more complicated stuff from there, but first, he increases the pace to match the music better. ]
I'm not simply a knight, but a prince, too. My older brother, Aglovale, is the current ruler of the land of Wales.
So, you're in luck.
[ If that were the case, people like Vane would have much better manners. Alas.
He keeps his steps predictable and simple, first keeping to making a "box". They can do more complicated stuff from there, but first, he increases the pace to match the music better. ]
I'm not simply a knight, but a prince, too. My older brother, Aglovale, is the current ruler of the land of Wales.
So, you're in luck.
My father worried a lot... maybe too much.
[She can't really say it was without reason, though. Her mother was killed by insurgents when she was very young; there wasn't a second attempt as far as she's aware, but whether that's because they gave up or because he simply didn't remarry is anyone's guess.
Yona doesn't know, but the fact that she's even wondering about it at all is leaps and bounds better than how she started.]
But, I was his only child... so I had to stay safe. I didn't like it then and I still don't, but thinking about it now... I can understand why, I guess.
[She can't really say it was without reason, though. Her mother was killed by insurgents when she was very young; there wasn't a second attempt as far as she's aware, but whether that's because they gave up or because he simply didn't remarry is anyone's guess.
Yona doesn't know, but the fact that she's even wondering about it at all is leaps and bounds better than how she started.]
But, I was his only child... so I had to stay safe. I didn't like it then and I still don't, but thinking about it now... I can understand why, I guess.
[ Mad as in angry? Or mad as in insane? He'll assume the former. (He's not even half as indignant as the noble is, but he can front.) ]
...Yes. Did you do it on purpose.
[ Of course he didn't, but Akira is gonna give him a hard time anyway because now they're both stuck.
He crosses his arms in front of him as if to accuse his kindness terrorist, though his expression is too vacant to look even remotely upset. ]
You could've just asked.
[ (And the answer would've been hell no.) But there's nothing he can do here, and for all his teasing he is truly resigned and dead inside. He closes his eyes, standing very still.
Just get it over with... ]
...Yes. Did you do it on purpose.
[ Of course he didn't, but Akira is gonna give him a hard time anyway because now they're both stuck.
He crosses his arms in front of him as if to accuse his kindness terrorist, though his expression is too vacant to look even remotely upset. ]
You could've just asked.
[ (And the answer would've been hell no.) But there's nothing he can do here, and for all his teasing he is truly resigned and dead inside. He closes his eyes, standing very still.
Just get it over with... ]
[ well all right that's fair.. but still, better to talk fondly of home than worry about these nysan idiots who can barely get along to save their own peoples' lives. ]
My family name is Leveilleur, though we are not a house, per se, as Sharlayan politics dictated a bit differently.
[ hydaelyn's city-states were no less diverse, it seems.. ]
My country was presided over by the Forum, on which my father was a very prominent figure, so of course I was taught to behave as the well-bred daughter of a powerful dignitary should, naturally.
[ it was only.. sort of successful ]
My family name is Leveilleur, though we are not a house, per se, as Sharlayan politics dictated a bit differently.
[ hydaelyn's city-states were no less diverse, it seems.. ]
My country was presided over by the Forum, on which my father was a very prominent figure, so of course I was taught to behave as the well-bred daughter of a powerful dignitary should, naturally.
[ it was only.. sort of successful ]
[ The gravity and implication of what he's done, in plain view, doesn't hit Percival immediately. He enjoys the brief moment of recklessness and impulse for what it is. These are certainly not the circumstances that he would have imagined kissing Cain of his own volition, to be sure, not when he looks like that, but at this time, it seemed like the best retaliation to the other man's smugness.
And he'd wanted to do it. It seemed right. It felt right.
He cups Cain's jaw gently, indulging in a few seconds of the warm, affectionate kiss that makes his heart beat a little faster.
Cain pulls back before he does, and it is then, at the first breath, that Percival realizes he's going to have to answer for his actions. Before his face can redden too much, he stands back upright, lowers his hand, and turns to walk away. ]
Return the cloak to me later.
And he'd wanted to do it. It seemed right. It felt right.
He cups Cain's jaw gently, indulging in a few seconds of the warm, affectionate kiss that makes his heart beat a little faster.
Cain pulls back before he does, and it is then, at the first breath, that Percival realizes he's going to have to answer for his actions. Before his face can redden too much, he stands back upright, lowers his hand, and turns to walk away. ]
Return the cloak to me later.
[ THAT'S TOO SMOOTH. NOT ALLOWED. WHO LET PERCIVAL DO THIS TO HIM??
Cain's cheeks go bright, bright red, and for a second, he's too stunned to move. But only for a second, and then his brain catches up with the thudding of his heart. There's no way he's letting Percival do... do that and then just walk away from him!
(But he is keeping the cloak. That's his now.) ]
Wait—!
[ He lunges forward, feeling the breeze as he jogs after Percival, and grabs Percival by the elbow to keep him from getting too far.
...is that a blush on Percival's cheeks he sees? ]
Cain's cheeks go bright, bright red, and for a second, he's too stunned to move. But only for a second, and then his brain catches up with the thudding of his heart. There's no way he's letting Percival do... do that and then just walk away from him!
(But he is keeping the cloak. That's his now.) ]
Wait—!
[ He lunges forward, feeling the breeze as he jogs after Percival, and grabs Percival by the elbow to keep him from getting too far.
...is that a blush on Percival's cheeks he sees? ]
[ At the moment, the only thought running to his mind is to get to another balcony, preferably far away from others. There's embarrassing, and then there's this, and though anyone who happened to be onlooking wouldn't care (there's people doing weird things with candy canes, even), he still doesn't want to be seen like this.
He thinks he's escaped, but is forced to stop as he feels a pull on his elbow.
Oh great, it's him. Perhaps the moonlight is enough to betray the fact that he's nearly as red as his hair. ]
What do you want now? Your clothes will come back in a few minutes.
He thinks he's escaped, but is forced to stop as he feels a pull on his elbow.
Oh great, it's him. Perhaps the moonlight is enough to betray the fact that he's nearly as red as his hair. ]
What do you want now? Your clothes will come back in a few minutes.
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