[He's no timid mouse. Akira will wait poised on his broom, no ounce of tension in his shoulders, no trace of fear brought on by the look in Solomon's eyes. Go ahead. Prove him right.]
[He drifts, a smooth motion. Right up to Akira, hand under his chin, tilting it up as his other hand reaches to slide his glasses up and cover the teen's eyes.
A shift of wait, a brushing of hair against his face.
[His eyes slip closed under the weighted warmth of Solomon's palm. A tease as always... But his words against his ear, sweet as honey in their own right, elicit a small shiver.]
Think you can?
[Not so much a challenge as it is disbelief. Solomon would never. That's not his purpose, is it?]
[It shocks him, that's for damn sure, and that sharp pain in his sternum is a further unpleasant surprise. That's all the motivation Akira needs to kick up a leg and plant it on Solomon's chest, using him as leverage to push himself back.]
It's the other way around, Solomon. Take my word for it.
[Angry, fussy, but he gets his frustration under control quickly. Just swallow it down, same as always.]
The part where he saw a glimmer in the persistence, saw Ibuki, and let fear win for the moment. No more. No more.
But he smiles, a tired smile, and lets his broom drift slightly.]
The part where I disappointed you, of course.
You burned like a star, Akira. Don't fizzle out just yet, okay? [Not yet. His heart can't take another lying dormant.]
Goodnight, sweet Thief of Hearts. I'll postpone our rooftop meeting for a better day.
[He'll let his broom ascend, just enough for clearance, before he leans in low and lets it rocket off like a bullet. Time to spend his evening elsewhere.]
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...
The broom stays where it is as Solomon promptly rises to his feet and starts to cross the space.]
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A shift of wait, a brushing of hair against his face.
A low tone, humored against his ear.]
Should I taste your heart instead?
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Think you can?
[Not so much a challenge as it is disbelief. Solomon would never. That's not his purpose, is it?]
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before he'll feel one of Solomon's knuckles shove right into the space under his sternum, just hard enough to ache.]
A demon would swallow you whole like this, Akira.
Don't be reckless.
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It's the other way around, Solomon. Take my word for it.
[Angry, fussy, but he gets his frustration under control quickly. Just swallow it down, same as always.]
Jackass.
[There. Now he's calm.]
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What did you think would happen?
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[Deflecting doesn't look great, but he'd feel like even more of a fool for owning up to the truth. Akira sighs.]
Thank you for the dance, Mr. Solomon. Very educational.
[Better? He's being respectful if you overlook his sarcastic tone.]
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[He's a big boy!
His broom comes floating over with a wave of his hand, hoisting his leg up and over.]
Should we consider this a bit of a failure, then? Or did you still have your heart set on something?
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What part of it was a failure? The part where you ran out of energy, or the part where you chickened out?
[Just calling it how he sees it! No one can convince him Solomon isn't a coward now.]
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The part where he saw a glimmer in the persistence, saw Ibuki, and let fear win for the moment. No more. No more.
But he smiles, a tired smile, and lets his broom drift slightly.]
The part where I disappointed you, of course.
You burned like a star, Akira. Don't fizzle out just yet, okay? [Not yet. His heart can't take another lying dormant.]
Goodnight, sweet Thief of Hearts. I'll postpone our rooftop meeting for a better day.
[He'll let his broom ascend, just enough for clearance, before he leans in low and lets it rocket off like a bullet. Time to spend his evening elsewhere.]