[ wow. they sniff. ] Have you ever heard stories about what happens if you leave a flower unwatered? It wilts.
[ obviously
they are being dramatic and goofy. but they agree! glancing down at the bento to see what's in it and then pulling it to their chest. ] I'd be hard-pressed to separate with any of it. Let's swing by the restaurant and grab drinks and a few extras to eat, then. Think the fresh air should do some good.
[ ahem. they clear their throat, and then very playfully lean over like they're leaning into her side. like a wilting flower, or an elf. ]
Lup, I have to touch your hair, right now, or I'll die.
[ their lup impression is rock solid.
they're also clearly teasing too - she can probably feel the way they wink as they stop being a ham and gesture towards the restaurant to pick up their snacks and drinks. ] Mountain has sun, I think. Far as the last time I looked. I think being cooped up in here's starting to be bad for my complexion, so I sure as hell hope so.
[she immediately jabs them in the side when they lean over like that, in protest of this very accurate impression.]
What complexion. [she says, wryly.] For all I know you're just a bunch of static under there.
[she will follow to the restaurant, though! she doesn't care what they eat. this place kind of strips her of her appetite, a lot, even on the good days.]
[ well they immediately squawk out a laugh when she does, dancing out of the way of her jabbing fingers!!!! some things are not blocked by the uniform fabric, like being incredibly ticklish. ]
Hmm. Would you still like me if I was static...?
[ would you still love me if i was a worm energy
it's obviously not serious. aquila picks them up some snacks - they always tend for fresh fruit and things of the like, if it's not meat (no vegetables allowed) and a bottle of wine. hands full, he says - ] Put your hand on me somewhere so we don't have to walk, yeah?
Hmm, I'm not even sure if I like you when you're not static. Don't push your luck.
[this is also not serious. she's very much teasing, ear flicking. she watches them take... no vegetables, rolling her eyes, but she obediently puts her hand on their back, ready for Travel.]
[ cute. shadows swallow them both up - and then they're on the mountain! it is nice and sunny out here, and the air feels fresh and clean. aquila takes in a deep breath, still for a moment, and rolls their shoulders back, pleased. ]
she immediately walks out into the area, standing out in the middle and just. tilting her head back to let the sun shine on her face. that's all. she just stands with her hands in her pockets, expression easy, eyes closed.
also she's wearing this just because i was on an outfit kick earlier.]
anyway. aquila has not said anything about her cute outfit. i wonder why. they do seem content just to vibe for a moment too, though, turning their face upwards briefly like they can feel the sun even through the veil.
there's a pause, letting the atmosphere just soak in for a moment, and then aquila recites a line of verse, appreciative; ] You ask O why I’ve chosen to live in the mountains green...
...with their usual twinkly, amused mischief clear in their voice; ] It's just a nature poem, darling.
[ breezing over the nickname, they continue: ]
I smile without replying, my heart sedate, serene. Peach flowers on rivulets gambol, then ramble out of sight; ’tis Heaven and earth with a difference, not of the world we’d been.
[ aquila's hand, as always, is cold, but he shifts a little, just enough to turn his hand and lace their fingers together, thumb stroking against the side of her hand. the motion is just enough to be noticed, still. sneaky.
they notably take a breath - in, and out - and then roll their shoulders back, and just seem to settle a bit, like they're anchored into place. the silence settles, comfortable and warm, and when they speak again, it's with a tilt of their head, thoughtful: ]
Feels weird, now that that affectionate thing is done, doesn't it? I think I missed it. [ isn't this nice...wow... it's filling the void now that last week is over..... ]
I uh, I like touch. I spent a long time not being able to, so... Last week was nice. I didn't feel like a pest for asking. [her ear flicks.] Not that I normally do, either, just, you know.
[ there's something sort of wry in aquila's voice as they say, shamelessly: ]
I like it too. [ this is
sort of a joke on themselves considering lup knows but it's also not entirely untrue. sometimes you've been touch starved for your entire life and you had two people who started to teach you that actually you do like touch, especially in private, despite your usual proprieties. ] I can't really ask for it, either. [ in that exact same kind of wry amused tone of this very layered joke because boy aquila sure can't ask for it well can they
... ]
So, when we're alone like this, you don't have to ask. Long as you keep it our little secret, course, so Gems doesn't get mad at me for being improper [ teasingly, but then softening a bit, voice sliding back to something more familiar briefly, quietly. ] But...
Take what you want to. [ he squeezes her hand a little. ] You might be surprised what there is to give.
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[you might be surprised what there is to give, he says, and her chest tightens up and her heart does little flips. she just looks at him - at the veil. she can't see his face, and she wishes she could, for just a moment. she doesn't know what it'd do for her, but she can't imagine it'd be bad.
she doesn't ask. she knows he can't, and she can't let him get hurt, so.
instead she bites her bottom lip, and holds his hand tightly.]
You need to be careful. [she says, quietly.] If not for you, for me.
[she already has taken so much, she thinks. this already feels stolen, like a crime.]
[ they match her volume, keeping that smooth tone quiet between them, like a little secret. aquila is someone who likes to talk, but often, their words are double layered, and this is no exception. they're being careful, in a number of ways - finely toeing the line that no one else gets to see.
he doesn't let go, hands low between them. ] If I couldn't, I wouldn't.
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[her ear flicks, and she pauses, before pointing to the bento box.] Eat. Or else.
[she knows you probably haven't :T]
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lol
busted, ]
Or else what. [ they're joking, though. ] Should go to the mountain and have a picnic. What do you think?
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[yeah that's what she thought]
Sounds like a good time to me. I'm not eating any of your food, though. That's for you. Don't try and pawn it off on me.
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[ obviously
they are being dramatic and goofy. but they agree! glancing down at the bento to see what's in it and then pulling it to their chest. ] I'd be hard-pressed to separate with any of it. Let's swing by the restaurant and grab drinks and a few extras to eat, then. Think the fresh air should do some good.
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[she teases, laughing a bit.] That's fine with me. Is there like, sun, on the mountain? I would love some sun. At all, ever.
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Lup, I have to touch your hair, right now, or I'll die.
[ their lup impression is rock solid.
they're also clearly teasing too - she can probably feel the way they wink as they stop being a ham and gesture towards the restaurant to pick up their snacks and drinks. ] Mountain has sun, I think. Far as the last time I looked. I think being cooped up in here's starting to be bad for my complexion, so I sure as hell hope so.
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What complexion. [she says, wryly.] For all I know you're just a bunch of static under there.
[she will follow to the restaurant, though! she doesn't care what they eat. this place kind of strips her of her appetite, a lot, even on the good days.]
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Hmm. Would you still like me if I was static...?
[ would you still love me if i was a worm energy
it's obviously not serious. aquila picks them up some snacks - they always tend for fresh fruit and things of the like, if it's not meat (no vegetables allowed) and a bottle of wine. hands full, he says - ] Put your hand on me somewhere so we don't have to walk, yeah?
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[this is also not serious. she's very much teasing, ear flicking. she watches them take... no vegetables, rolling her eyes, but she obediently puts her hand on their back, ready for Travel.]
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[ cute. shadows swallow them both up - and then they're on the mountain! it is nice and sunny out here, and the air feels fresh and clean. aquila takes in a deep breath, still for a moment, and rolls their shoulders back, pleased. ]
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she immediately walks out into the area, standing out in the middle and just. tilting her head back to let the sun shine on her face. that's all. she just stands with her hands in her pockets, expression easy, eyes closed.
also she's wearing this just because i was on an outfit kick earlier.]
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anyway. aquila has not said anything about her cute outfit. i wonder why. they do seem content just to vibe for a moment too, though, turning their face upwards briefly like they can feel the sun even through the veil.
there's a pause, letting the atmosphere just soak in for a moment, and then aquila recites a line of verse, appreciative; ] You ask O why I’ve chosen to live in the mountains green...
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her ear flicks, when they give the poetry, and she huffs.]
Oh, don't you start. I don't have anything memorized.
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...with their usual twinkly, amused mischief clear in their voice; ] It's just a nature poem, darling.
[ breezing over the nickname, they continue: ]
I smile without replying, my heart sedate, serene.
Peach flowers on rivulets gambol, then ramble out of sight; ’tis
Heaven and earth with a difference, not of the world we’d been.
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Heaven and earth with a difference. [she repeats, soft, putting her hands in her pockets.] Maybe all three of the places, more like.
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he misses it too, so there's that. aquila comes to stand next to her, a smile in their voice. ]
I'd have to agree.
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... I like it out here. [she says after a moment.] Poetry or not.
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...I do, too.
[ sometimes the simplest sentiments are the best. ]
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and just keeps looking up at the sky. just for a minute. a little indulgence.]
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they notably take a breath - in, and out - and then roll their shoulders back, and just seem to settle a bit, like they're anchored into place. the silence settles, comfortable and warm, and when they speak again, it's with a tilt of their head, thoughtful: ]
Feels weird, now that that affectionate thing is done, doesn't it? I think I missed it. [ isn't this nice...wow... it's filling the void now that last week is over..... ]
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[a pause.]
I uh, I like touch. I spent a long time not being able to, so... Last week was nice. I didn't feel like a pest for asking. [her ear flicks.] Not that I normally do, either, just, you know.
[she's enjoying the touch here and now.]
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I like it too. [ this is
sort of a joke on themselves considering lup knows but it's also not entirely untrue. sometimes you've been touch starved for your entire life and you had two people who started to teach you that actually you do like touch, especially in private, despite your usual proprieties. ] I can't really ask for it, either. [ in that exact same kind of wry amused tone of this very layered joke because boy aquila sure can't ask for it well can they
... ]
So, when we're alone like this, you don't have to ask. Long as you keep it our little secret, course, so Gems doesn't get mad at me for being improper [ teasingly, but then softening a bit, voice sliding back to something more familiar briefly, quietly. ] But...
Take what you want to. [ he squeezes her hand a little. ] You might be surprised what there is to give.
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she doesn't ask. she knows he can't, and she can't let him get hurt, so.
instead she bites her bottom lip, and holds his hand tightly.]
You need to be careful. [she says, quietly.] If not for you, for me.
[she already has taken so much, she thinks. this already feels stolen, like a crime.]
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[ they match her volume, keeping that smooth tone quiet between them, like a little secret. aquila is someone who likes to talk, but often, their words are double layered, and this is no exception. they're being careful, in a number of ways - finely toeing the line that no one else gets to see.
he doesn't let go, hands low between them. ] If I couldn't, I wouldn't.
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she exhales slow, tilting her head back up to the sun.]
Okay. [she doesn't let go either. soft, a little vulnerable instead of punchy, because she can trust him with it:] You promised me a picnic.
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