[She knows how hard it is for him. Sometimes, she feels selfish even bringing up these things. But if he's willing to shed his armor, then she's willing to do the same, slowly but surely. That didn't stop them from wanting everything now, but it did make her feel better.
He admits he couldn't either, and a part of her lets out a sigh of relief. They'd try again some other time. It's just difficult when he's being so romantic. Well... romantic for Kaz. He brushes his knuckles over her cheek, and she lets out small, short hum, a pleased sound, tilting her head toward his touch with her eyes fluttering closed.]
It's okay, [she breathes, curling closer to him with her eyes still closed.] Do you ever think maybe it's good we're both the same way? Like at least Wylan isn't in love with you and trying to grope you.
[Blinking open her eyes, she realizes this could be construed as her loving Kaz, which would be true, but heck if they're going to talk about it. She continues with a laugh, hoping to distract.] It's weird to think of Wylan groping somebody, though.
[ When she lets out a sigh of relief, he can feel a coil of tension unfurl. She's shown time and again that she understands; each moment gives him confidence that this is a good choice. They'll figure this out on their own time, without one being too pushy.
Of course, when she closes her eyes and hums, he feels like he's suffocating, emotions welling up with such intensity. She's the picture of contentment, cheek pressed to his touch. Warmth bleeds through his glove.
And then the moment goes stilted, just a bit, "love" mentioned like a fact. Maybe he's reading between the lines too much. Maybe it was the closest word to what she wanted to say.
Maybe he needs to stop himself from saying something too soon, too close to his core. ]
His hands aren't fast enough. [ And that completes the joke at Wylan's expense. Sorry not sorry, merchling. ]
[She laughs, and just like that, she feels like they're on even ground again. God, she had to watch her mouth. She's not ready for that at all.]
That's probably true. Here -
[She turns over again so she's facing the wall. A part of her is sad. Another is relieved. They're not prepared for this kind of intimacy yet, she thinks.] This was cozier.
[It's just an excuse to not see his face anymore, embarrassed by what she'd said. Maybe he didn't notice at all. Maybe he noticed, but didn't think that.
Maybe she's a goddamn fool.]
I need another task soon or I'm going to turn into a lazy homebody.
[ While he can't know for sure what's on her mind, his own is filling in the blanks. She'd said that aloud, hadn't meant to. Now they're both pretending she hadn't dropped that in their midst. His stomach churns, stressed out over whether she had wanted him to acknowledge it or if she was content to let it lie.
He thinks it's the latter. Probably.
Either way, it would be better to take their minds off of it. ]
Steal some wallets. [ KAZ NO...... ] Turn around, I want to try something.
[She stiffens at his request without really meaning to, though she tries to soften it, rolling over with her face as carefully blank as she can get it, nerves still holding onto the edges and lines of her face.
She rolls her brown eyes at him.] Can't you find a better use of me?
[She says that, but she'll probably go out and do it. They could use the chroma. Now she waits for him to direct her to do something, still nervous.]
[ He bites down on his initial answer which is: I could, words too loaded with innuendo. The kind he would mean. So he goes for something more neutral, more comfortable for them both. ]
A hand out of practice is too slow in a critical moment. [ Which is true. He's already bought himself a deck of cards, so he could keep his fingers limber.
She turns towards him and he has to stop himself from spending too much time carving her features into his memory. They've seen each other every day for more than two years, but this is new. A different angle. And he wants to know them all.
Feeling a bubble of nerves on his own end, he turns away from her and then holds a hand out. All at once, he feels like he's hidden and exposed, back to her in trust. ]
[God, sometimes she hates when Kaz has these phrases that he tells her cleverly. He's too clever. She loves him terribly.
He pauses when she turns, and she studies his face closely, seeing something like want cross his face. It thrills her, but before she can read much else, he's turning from her. At first, she's confused and frustrated.
Then she realizes what he's doing. He's allowing her to snuggle up behind him. So she does, taking his hand and sliding in behind him. He's warm and solid, and she finds she likes being the big spoon. She sets her head against his shoulder for a second, squeezing his hand in a thank you for trusting me, and then lies her head back on the pillow.]
Fine, but I might have trouble stealing from the Moonblessed.
[ He can feel the momentary disappointment. A second ticks by and things click, her small hand slipping into his. Kaz curls his fingers gently, looping her arm over his middle when she slides closer. It's takes a few more moments of shuffling and shifting but soon they're both settled.
For as slight as she is, she puts off a ton of warmth. The line of her body matches up along his spine and it has a surprisingly relaxing effect. It feels like all of his muscles lose their tension, including that bit in his neck that always seems to cause a headache.
He runs a thumb across her knuckles, his answer to her reassurance. ]
Good, it'll give you a challenge. Can't get better by always aiming for the easy pigeons, you know that.
[He relaxes in her hold, and she smiles, happy with this new position. His thumb runs across her knuckles, and then he tells her what she doesn't want to hear.
She huffs out a breath in frustration.] Doesn't mean I'll like it.
[She thinks of Konoha, polite and sweet. Inej isn't always very good at being a criminal, she thinks, frowning.] I guess you're right, though
I'd suggest knife throwing, but it might be difficult to find something like that here. [ Not that she necessarily needs the practice. It's an option. Perhaps not a very good one. Maybe they both need hobbies.
Though the mere thought of that is baffling. So much freedom and he has no idea what to do with it.
At the same time, he's having some difficulty mustering any kind of nervous energy to pursue his thoughts. An unusual thing, for him. Most nights he stays up because he can't get his brain to turn off. But right now he's just so...comfortable. The drowsiness from earlier coming back with a vengeance. ]
[She doesn't answer except with a 'mm' sound, settling in closer. Maybe they did need hobbies. It was kind of sad how much time they had on their hands now that they didn't know what to do with. Maybe she'd come up with hobbies for them each to try, to try and broaden their horizons.
She notices him getting drowsy and snuggles up closer, making a content noise. She can see the hard line of his jaw, his cheekbones, the pale skin of his neck. He's so handsome and so, so young-looking when he's got his eyes closed. He looks so tired.
She presses her nose to the back of his shirt. This is nice. She drowses off herself, content.]
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He admits he couldn't either, and a part of her lets out a sigh of relief. They'd try again some other time. It's just difficult when he's being so romantic. Well... romantic for Kaz. He brushes his knuckles over her cheek, and she lets out small, short hum, a pleased sound, tilting her head toward his touch with her eyes fluttering closed.]
It's okay, [she breathes, curling closer to him with her eyes still closed.] Do you ever think maybe it's good we're both the same way? Like at least Wylan isn't in love with you and trying to grope you.
[Blinking open her eyes, she realizes this could be construed as her loving Kaz, which would be true, but heck if they're going to talk about it. She continues with a laugh, hoping to distract.] It's weird to think of Wylan groping somebody, though.
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Of course, when she closes her eyes and hums, he feels like he's suffocating, emotions welling up with such intensity. She's the picture of contentment, cheek pressed to his touch. Warmth bleeds through his glove.
And then the moment goes stilted, just a bit, "love" mentioned like a fact. Maybe he's reading between the lines too much. Maybe it was the closest word to what she wanted to say.
Maybe he needs to stop himself from saying something too soon, too close to his core. ]
His hands aren't fast enough. [ And that completes the joke at Wylan's expense. Sorry not sorry, merchling. ]
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That's probably true. Here -
[She turns over again so she's facing the wall. A part of her is sad. Another is relieved. They're not prepared for this kind of intimacy yet, she thinks.] This was cozier.
[It's just an excuse to not see his face anymore, embarrassed by what she'd said. Maybe he didn't notice at all. Maybe he noticed, but didn't think that.
Maybe she's a goddamn fool.]
I need another task soon or I'm going to turn into a lazy homebody.
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He thinks it's the latter. Probably.
Either way, it would be better to take their minds off of it. ]
Steal some wallets. [ KAZ NO...... ] Turn around, I want to try something.
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She rolls her brown eyes at him.] Can't you find a better use of me?
[She says that, but she'll probably go out and do it. They could use the chroma. Now she waits for him to direct her to do something, still nervous.]
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A hand out of practice is too slow in a critical moment. [ Which is true. He's already bought himself a deck of cards, so he could keep his fingers limber.
She turns towards him and he has to stop himself from spending too much time carving her features into his memory. They've seen each other every day for more than two years, but this is new. A different angle. And he wants to know them all.
Feeling a bubble of nerves on his own end, he turns away from her and then holds a hand out. All at once, he feels like he's hidden and exposed, back to her in trust. ]
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He pauses when she turns, and she studies his face closely, seeing something like want cross his face. It thrills her, but before she can read much else, he's turning from her. At first, she's confused and frustrated.
Then she realizes what he's doing. He's allowing her to snuggle up behind him. So she does, taking his hand and sliding in behind him. He's warm and solid, and she finds she likes being the big spoon. She sets her head against his shoulder for a second, squeezing his hand in a thank you for trusting me, and then lies her head back on the pillow.]
Fine, but I might have trouble stealing from the Moonblessed.
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For as slight as she is, she puts off a ton of warmth. The line of her body matches up along his spine and it has a surprisingly relaxing effect. It feels like all of his muscles lose their tension, including that bit in his neck that always seems to cause a headache.
He runs a thumb across her knuckles, his answer to her reassurance. ]
Good, it'll give you a challenge. Can't get better by always aiming for the easy pigeons, you know that.
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She huffs out a breath in frustration.] Doesn't mean I'll like it.
[She thinks of Konoha, polite and sweet. Inej isn't always very good at being a criminal, she thinks, frowning.] I guess you're right, though
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[ Ugh just kick him already ]
I'd suggest knife throwing, but it might be difficult to find something like that here. [ Not that she necessarily needs the practice. It's an option. Perhaps not a very good one. Maybe they both need hobbies.
Though the mere thought of that is baffling. So much freedom and he has no idea what to do with it.
At the same time, he's having some difficulty mustering any kind of nervous energy to pursue his thoughts. An unusual thing, for him. Most nights he stays up because he can't get his brain to turn off. But right now he's just so...comfortable. The drowsiness from earlier coming back with a vengeance. ]
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She notices him getting drowsy and snuggles up closer, making a content noise. She can see the hard line of his jaw, his cheekbones, the pale skin of his neck. He's so handsome and so, so young-looking when he's got his eyes closed. He looks so tired.
She presses her nose to the back of his shirt. This is nice. She drowses off herself, content.]