[ it's funny, he's almost entirely impossible to fluster him with compliments, but that doesn't seem to apply when it's an entirely new one that he hasn't considered. at least that's what it sounds like, the thumb on his cheek and the way their foreheads are touching not doing him much good either.
tatara gets to both see and feel khun flush shades of pink and red, khun closing his eyes briefly in the face of all of this warmth. ]
That's a new one. Go on. [ softer than he intended, but intentions feel overrated right now. ]
[ No answer immediately comes, because Tatara is taken by the heat and reds that decorate Khun's face (and must match his own; he can't see it for himself, but he can certainly feel it). He tells himself he's right as he lightly runs his thumb over Khun's cheek again, like he can feel the brush strokes. ]
You seem so cool and calm, but I think... [ His hand draws downward, fingers eventually settling on Khun's chest, where his heart would be. It's as he moves his arm he becomes conscious of where Khun's own hands are on him, and goosebumps blossom beneath his clothes. ] You burn hot and bright on the inside.
Mmn. [ the fingers on his chest are particularly distracting, it's been a long time since he's been touched this way and never this gently. he breathes out, moving to place a kiss at the corner of the grin to sate himself momentarily. ]
The Khun line is known for our lightning. I've never liked that association but—lightning's bright and hot, and starts fires. Maybe I don't mind it the way you've said it.
[ it's something he's earnestly thinking about, turning over in his head with how he views himself. or at least he's trying to think it through with varying degrees of success given their positioning. that might be working in his favor though, because if he were truly lucid he might have rejected the comparison on reflex even if it is pretty accurate.
the agnis line is cold, calculating and ruthless, and for all his feelings (or non-feelings) on the matter, that will always be part of him. but so too will his other half, the part that strikes decisively, is unbending, domineering, and without a thought for what's in his way, even if it's himself. it burns with the desire to control and to rule. and it sparks when it finds something special and ignites.
he thinks through all of those thoughts and wonders if this is part of filling in the emptiness inside of him. well, he's thought enough for now. ]
Maybe, huh? [ he starts to lay a trail of kisses from the edges of that smile down to the vulnerable skin of tatara's neck. ]
[ It's like a shock through his heart, lightning itself tearing through his chest and leaving a burn. The light echoes through him, shaking him to his core, and for a moment, he can't breathe. Khun as lightning. Maybe he doesn't like the comparison much, but it only need strike once, doesn't it? As Tatara stares into the blue of his eyes he can feel something in him change again. Irreversibly this time, he thinks.
In the crevasses left behind, Khun's kisses settle in comfortably, water easing into cracks in the ground. As Khun starts traveling down his neck, his hand comes back to his shoulder, and he can hear himself laughing. That's a ticklish spot, at least one of them. Or maybe he laughs because he can't contain whatever it is that beats in his chest now? ]
N-no— [ He says this between laughs, and his fingers curl into him. ] Definitely. Definitely. I was just—I'm just teasing—
[ That thought floats to his mind again, between ripples. ]
[ he's not thinking anymore, chasing the sunbursts from one spot to the next, the laughter in his ears a rhythm to sing along to with his lips. so he's listening as closely as he can manage when he hears his name again, blinks once and then twice. lifts his head, blue meeting coral. ]
[ khun was expecting them to talk about this at some point, just not right now when 99% of his brain is turned off. you can't just ask him to shift into a different gear like this, but tatara apparently has.
there's no filter on his expression, partly because that would take effort, so tatara gets to see and feel his exasperation. ]
[ there's an echo here too, whispers in his ears and eyes following him through clear glass and down long winding hallways. those memories push at him making something twist in his chest, though the gentle touch of hands on his cheeks is somehow just a little bit stronger.
with a sigh, he makes a few decisions in sequence. one, if they're talking about this now he's going to get comfortable, which means he moves to fully straddle tatara, hands coming to rest lightly on his chest. two, he decides just then what their relationship is, giving shape to some of the haze floating every which way. three, well that part comes through in his tone, smooth and full of conviction. ]
I think that should has no place, unless you let it. I'm not the type of person to let myself be controlled by a single word. [ or by anything, really. ]
But...there's no real reason not to have this relationship. [ his heart beats faster when he breathes that word into the air, fingers curling tightly around fabric, but he continues anyway. ]
I'm not here as your wizard, but when I need to be, I can be. I have more than enough names you can call me by for that.
[ Yes, right now. Tatara is a man who follows his whims (for the most part, without thinking), and the thought was strong after the whole rejection he had to dole out the other day that it followed him to today. It never worried him, since he doesn't worry, but it did leave him wondering.
He watches Khun's face go through it all and he can't help but smile in amusement. He's cute? He's cute.
Though the smile quickly vanishes, wide-eyed surprise and a flush taking over his features when Khun straddles him. His hands fall limply across his stomach, and whatever free-floating dandelion seed thoughts he might have had are quickly drawn in by the blue of Khun's eyes.
A very convincing argument. He's right, though—it wasn't a thought he was having when they first kissed, it wasn't a thought he had when Khun offered him the key to his room, it wasn't a thought he had when he got dressed for this date. It's easy to forget when they're together. He probably wouldn't have even thought about it had he not used the excuse previously.
He tilts his head in the grass. ]
So long as you can switch back and forth when I need you to, and you trust me to do the same, then... [ He smiles, pink butterflies in his stomach stirring again as this whole thing realizes. ] It should work out, right?
[ He puts a hand over Khun's. ]
Then what should I call Khun of the Western Country, and Khun of Tatara Totsuka?
hearing his name called in that way stirs a funny feeling in him, though it's not a bad one per se. if anything, it's more amused than anything else.
this can be part of claiming that name for himself he thinks, and he draws satisfaction out of it to quiet the fluttering against his bones. khun thinks for a moment, threading their fingers together as he does, using the touch to help him find his way. ]
The Khun of the Western Country is Khun Aguero Agnis. Just Khun works unless it's an official document or proclamation.
And the other one is simply Aguero. Let me hear you say it.
[ The confirmation is validating. It's all he really needs, and the stray thoughts soon quiet and calm and all that's left is a brighter, wider smile on his face.
His chest physically rises, then falls as he breathes; their fingers intertwine and he can feel the sunshine and the electricity warm his hand.
His wish is Tatara's command. ]
Aguero. [ That's his name? His first name? Just for Tatara? It feels like a treasure on his tongue, and later he'll come to associate it with flowers, with sunshine.
But there's no point in holding it for safekeeping without giving it a test drive first, is there? ]
[ as much as he asked for it hearing his name, just his name that solely belongs to him, is dizzying. it makes his heart skip a beat, like he's been shocked with a bolt of lightning himself, and then with the added declaration on top—
he'll get through it, he always does, but his eyes are particularly blue and deep, vast as the ocean. his voice is uncharacteristically a little unsteady; waves breaking in every direction in his chest. but breakers can still catch the light of the sun, of tatara's smile, and he uses that brightness to guide him. ]
I like you too, Tatara. [ his lips press into a small, understated smile from his heart, full of a bright new light he's not sure he'll ever understand. ]
[ Tatara looks at Khun—no, Aguero for who he is, and he hears the waver in his voice, and he locks that away in the little pocket of his heart meant for memories of him. He looks into his eyes and can't decide if his blue is of the sky or the sea, but ultimately decides that no matter what he is, Tatara would like to get lost in him, and will be the wind that dances between them.
He wonders if his cheeks are going to hurt later from smiling so much. His heart aches in new ways and the butterflies flutter harder the longer he stares at Aguero, haloed by the setting sun. ]
Of course. [ His other hand reaches for the other's face, to encourage him downward. ] Of course I will.
[ the beat of his heart thunders in his chest, louder than it was the first time they kissed and more known than after the night he let his impulses run free. he's not exactly sure how he got here and he's also not sure how he let those words fall from his mouth, but maybe that's the point of it all.
was this what it's like to embrace uncertainty? he feels like he's losing his mind a little. in a good way, he thinks. aguero lets himself be guided down, easing into a fuller smile and murmuring a few words before he lets the rest of himself speak for him. ]
I like that answer. [ it's important to say, just as important as the kiss that follows, deep and aching. ]
When he kisses back it's slower, steeped in the moment, but no less wanting or passionate. His hand slips around Aguero's neck again, growing more and more comfortable with this new dance with a new person. He breathes him in, and he commits the colors and the sensations and everything to memory. While Aguero might feel like he's losing his mind, Tatara feels like he's seen new colors, a new type of art, heard music he's never heard before, and he loses himself in it.
It's only when he feels the cool skirting of the trees' shadows on his toes that he makes any effort to twist his lips from Augero's, and makes every effort to peel his eyes open. ]
[ the feel of their lips together, the way their bodies are pressed on one another, and the taste of him on his tongue; honestly he feels more than a little drunk. it's with effort that aguero opens his eyes, shifts a little bit but doesn't properly move any. ]
Hmm? You didn't forget. [ he on the other hand very well might have, temporarily. not that he's admitting as much. ]
I really might have to give you full marks for this date.
Hold on. [ even half coherent, it's still easy for him to switch their positions, rolling onto the grass with tatara on top of him. ]
Am I? [ he doesn't mind, but it's strange to hear someone refer to him that way; most people wouldn't dare, and even if they did he'd never allow it. the entirety of how this date has been and how he feels aside, that laughter is disarming enough on it's own. it makes flutters between his ribs, a brand new feeling that'll take some getting used to. ]
Well you're my blanket. [ a beat. ]
My first one. [ he mumbles an impero with the hand he doesn't have wrapped around tatara, summoning over the bag he brought what seems like days ago.
snacks, drinks, a change of clothes, an umbrella... there we go, a nice cashmere blanket in light grey that definitely matches his room. ]
[ His first one. Tatara's eyes snap upward at Aguero; he'd think he would've had others like him before, considering, well...everything about him (said in the most positive and affectionate way), so it's a little surprise. His eyes are curious, searching.
Though they're quickly drawn away by the arrival of the bag—he gives a little ooh in awe, because for a few moments, he thought all the magic in the world resided in deep azure.
The blanket settles over him, and he eases. ] Whoa...it's so soft.
[ He grins up at Aguero. ]
We could stay the night here with everything you brought.
[ though his thoughts are still dusted with clouds, he meets the other's gaze easily. his expression is open, an energy thrumming underneath the otherwise calm blue. all the parts of him will settle eventually, but for now they're a relatively pleasant backdrop to his heartbeat.
the truth is he's never had the want or time to engage in a relationship like this even if he has relations before. or when there was perhaps, the slimmest of chances—maybe this is the lesson he took from it. ]
We could. [ he considers for a moment several things which definitely include his hair (he's got some at least 1 hair product in the bag and a brush, but that's far from his usual ensemble) and the consideration if anyone would miss them. there's a nonzero chance that someone could go off back at the manor, but ultimately the answer is an easy one. if they're really needed, everyone else will just have to work harder.]
So let's stay. [ declared, but he leaves the smallest space for an objection, head tilting to the side in the grass. ]
[ Since Tatara has absolutely no reason to object, his grin only widens. He can feel the shadows creeping up his legs as the sun dips behind the trees, but it's not as cold as his previous excursions out here have been—between the soft blanket, and pressed to Aguero, he's never felt more comfortably warm.
With a soft sigh, he pushes himself up, just slightly. ]
Let's stay.
[ He leans in, if only to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.
This isn't exactly how he thought this date would go, but then again, that wasn't how he thought his coffee afternoon would go, or his trip to the bath would go, or... ]
[ with the confirmation he settles, wrapping up tatara snugly in his arms. he lets the peace of the soon to be night breathe, before remembering something important. he starts to whisper, his words only for them and maybe the flowers. ]
Oh, right. Even though I said the date was perfect, now that you're my boyfriend [ that word is very new, with a shine and shimmer. ] we'll be going on plenty more.
[ Tatara settles into his arms, and he's surprised by how...comfortable? natural? this all feels. He sighs, and he melts into the sea.
Well. Not totally. The way that word comes over him makes his heart skip over the surface of the waters, and he blinks. But when it passes, he lets the ripples come over him and leave his lips in a chuckle. ]
You know how much I'm looking forward to that, [ he pauses, if only for dramatic effect. ] Mister Boyfriend.
[ It tickles his tongue, too, dandelions and butterflies and sunlight on the water. ]
...I think I can get used to that too. [ aguero. boyfriend.
it makes his chest hurt, but that's a part of being alive, isn't it? he nestles in closer, burying his face in tawny brown strands. he's never felt so exposed before, or so warm.
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tatara gets to both see and feel khun flush shades of pink and red, khun closing his eyes briefly in the face of all of this warmth. ]
That's a new one. Go on. [ softer than he intended, but intentions feel overrated right now. ]
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You seem so cool and calm, but I think... [ His hand draws downward, fingers eventually settling on Khun's chest, where his heart would be. It's as he moves his arm he becomes conscious of where Khun's own hands are on him, and goosebumps blossom beneath his clothes. ] You burn hot and bright on the inside.
[ After a beat, he grins. ]
Or maybe I just like the way you kiss me?
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The Khun line is known for our lightning. I've never liked that association but—lightning's bright and hot, and starts fires. Maybe I don't mind it the way you've said it.
[ it's something he's earnestly thinking about, turning over in his head with how he views himself. or at least he's trying to think it through with varying degrees of success given their positioning. that might be working in his favor though, because if he were truly lucid he might have rejected the comparison on reflex even if it is pretty accurate.
the agnis line is cold, calculating and ruthless, and for all his feelings (or non-feelings) on the matter, that will always be part of him. but so too will his other half, the part that strikes decisively, is unbending, domineering, and without a thought for what's in his way, even if it's himself. it burns with the desire to control and to rule. and it sparks when it finds something special and ignites.
he thinks through all of those thoughts and wonders if this is part of filling in the emptiness inside of him. well, he's thought enough for now. ]
Maybe, huh? [ he starts to lay a trail of kisses from the edges of that smile down to the vulnerable skin of tatara's neck. ]
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In the crevasses left behind, Khun's kisses settle in comfortably, water easing into cracks in the ground. As Khun starts traveling down his neck, his hand comes back to his shoulder, and he can hear himself laughing. That's a ticklish spot, at least one of them. Or maybe he laughs because he can't contain whatever it is that beats in his chest now? ]
N-no— [ He says this between laughs, and his fingers curl into him. ] Definitely. Definitely. I was just—I'm just teasing—
[ That thought floats to his mind again, between ripples. ]
Khun, wait— Hold on—
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What? [ it's not harsh, it just is. ]
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A question... [ His tone is airy, joyful as he trails off. He cups Khun's face in his hands only because he likes holding him. ]
Do you think sage and wizard should have a relationship like this?
[ He isn't reprimanding, or guilty. He's genuinely curious, and he wants to know what Khun thinks. ]
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[ khun was expecting them to talk about this at some point, just not right now when 99% of his brain is turned off. you can't just ask him to shift into a different gear like this, but tatara apparently has.
there's no filter on his expression, partly because that would take effort, so tatara gets to see and feel his exasperation. ]
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with a sigh, he makes a few decisions in sequence. one, if they're talking about this now he's going to get comfortable, which means he moves to fully straddle tatara, hands coming to rest lightly on his chest. two, he decides just then what their relationship is, giving shape to some of the haze floating every which way. three, well that part comes through in his tone, smooth and full of conviction. ]
I think that should has no place, unless you let it. I'm not the type of person to let myself be controlled by a single word. [ or by anything, really. ]
But...there's no real reason not to have this relationship. [ his heart beats faster when he breathes that word into the air, fingers curling tightly around fabric, but he continues anyway. ]
I'm not here as your wizard, but when I need to be, I can be. I have more than enough names you can call me by for that.
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He watches Khun's face go through it all and he can't help but smile in amusement. He's cute? He's cute.
Though the smile quickly vanishes, wide-eyed surprise and a flush taking over his features when Khun straddles him. His hands fall limply across his stomach, and whatever free-floating dandelion seed thoughts he might have had are quickly drawn in by the blue of Khun's eyes.
A very convincing argument. He's right, though—it wasn't a thought he was having when they first kissed, it wasn't a thought he had when Khun offered him the key to his room, it wasn't a thought he had when he got dressed for this date. It's easy to forget when they're together. He probably wouldn't have even thought about it had he not used the excuse previously.
He tilts his head in the grass. ]
So long as you can switch back and forth when I need you to, and you trust me to do the same, then... [ He smiles, pink butterflies in his stomach stirring again as this whole thing realizes. ] It should work out, right?
[ He puts a hand over Khun's. ]
Then what should I call Khun of the Western Country, and Khun of Tatara Totsuka?
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[ (...)
hearing his name called in that way stirs a funny feeling in him, though it's not a bad one per se. if anything, it's more amused than anything else.
this can be part of claiming that name for himself he thinks, and he draws satisfaction out of it to quiet the fluttering against his bones. khun thinks for a moment, threading their fingers together as he does, using the touch to help him find his way. ]
The Khun of the Western Country is Khun Aguero Agnis. Just Khun works unless it's an official document or proclamation.
And the other one is simply Aguero. Let me hear you say it.
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His chest physically rises, then falls as he breathes; their fingers intertwine and he can feel the sunshine and the electricity warm his hand.
His wish is Tatara's command. ]
Aguero. [ That's his name? His first name? Just for Tatara? It feels like a treasure on his tongue, and later he'll come to associate it with flowers, with sunshine.
But there's no point in holding it for safekeeping without giving it a test drive first, is there? ]
I like you, Aguero.
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he'll get through it, he always does, but his eyes are particularly blue and deep, vast as the ocean. his voice is uncharacteristically a little unsteady; waves breaking in every direction in his chest. but breakers can still catch the light of the sun, of tatara's smile, and he uses that brightness to guide him. ]
I like you too, Tatara. [ his lips press into a small, understated smile from his heart, full of a bright new light he's not sure he'll ever understand. ]
Will you go out with me?
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He wonders if his cheeks are going to hurt later from smiling so much. His heart aches in new ways and the butterflies flutter harder the longer he stares at Aguero, haloed by the setting sun. ]
Of course. [ His other hand reaches for the other's face, to encourage him downward. ] Of course I will.
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was this what it's like to embrace uncertainty? he feels like he's losing his mind a little. in a good way, he thinks. aguero lets himself be guided down, easing into a fuller smile and murmuring a few words before he lets the rest of himself speak for him. ]
I like that answer. [ it's important to say, just as important as the kiss that follows, deep and aching. ]
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When he kisses back it's slower, steeped in the moment, but no less wanting or passionate. His hand slips around Aguero's neck again, growing more and more comfortable with this new dance with a new person. He breathes him in, and he commits the colors and the sensations and everything to memory. While Aguero might feel like he's losing his mind, Tatara feels like he's seen new colors, a new type of art, heard music he's never heard before, and he loses himself in it.
It's only when he feels the cool skirting of the trees' shadows on his toes that he makes any effort to twist his lips from Augero's, and makes every effort to peel his eyes open. ]
Hey. [ He sounds groggy. ] What about our nap?
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Hmm? You didn't forget. [ he on the other hand very well might have, temporarily. not that he's admitting as much. ]
I really might have to give you full marks for this date.
Hold on. [ even half coherent, it's still easy for him to switch their positions, rolling onto the grass with tatara on top of him. ]
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He isn't expecting the roll, though. ]
—Oof!
[ But his surprise quickly morphs into a laugh. Arms entangled behind Aguero's head, he shifts to bury his face into his neck. ]
You're my pillow now.
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Well you're my blanket. [ a beat. ]
My first one. [ he mumbles an impero with the hand he doesn't have wrapped around tatara, summoning over the bag he brought what seems like days ago.
snacks, drinks, a change of clothes, an umbrella... there we go, a nice cashmere blanket in light grey that definitely matches his room. ]
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Though they're quickly drawn away by the arrival of the bag—he gives a little ooh in awe, because for a few moments, he thought all the magic in the world resided in deep azure.
The blanket settles over him, and he eases. ] Whoa...it's so soft.
[ He grins up at Aguero. ]
We could stay the night here with everything you brought.
[ you brought so much (pos) ]
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the truth is he's never had the want or time to engage in a relationship like this even if he has relations before. or when there was perhaps, the slimmest of chances—maybe this is the lesson he took from it. ]
We could. [ he considers for a moment several things which definitely include his hair (he's got some at least 1 hair product in the bag and a brush, but that's far from his usual ensemble) and the consideration if anyone would miss them. there's a nonzero chance that someone could go off back at the manor, but ultimately the answer is an easy one. if they're really needed, everyone else will just have to work harder.]
So let's stay. [ declared, but he leaves the smallest space for an objection, head tilting to the side in the grass. ]
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With a soft sigh, he pushes himself up, just slightly. ]
Let's stay.
[ He leans in, if only to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.
This isn't exactly how he thought this date would go, but then again, that wasn't how he thought his coffee afternoon would go, or his trip to the bath would go, or... ]
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Oh, right. Even though I said the date was perfect, now that you're my boyfriend [ that word is very new, with a shine and shimmer. ] we'll be going on plenty more.
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Well. Not totally. The way that word comes over him makes his heart skip over the surface of the waters, and he blinks. But when it passes, he lets the ripples come over him and leave his lips in a chuckle. ]
You know how much I'm looking forward to that, [ he pauses, if only for dramatic effect. ] Mister Boyfriend.
[ It tickles his tongue, too, dandelions and butterflies and sunlight on the water. ]
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it makes his chest hurt, but that's a part of being alive, isn't it? he nestles in closer, burying his face in tawny brown strands. he's never felt so exposed before, or so warm.
or so happy. ]