[ The spirits dance, flashes of color sparking against the drawing night. The sky opens, a lift of dreary fog and smeared cloud to reveal a peppering of light, dotting along black—stars. A familiar sight that the daemon hadn't even realized he missed until seeing them again, breathing in the crisp night air and looking up. The part is fun, the drinks are good, but a wayward spark draws his attention and guides him.
For no particular reason, he follows it. Maybe because following things before has lead him to good things; his zori dust the earth as he trails after it, drawn farther away from the festivities, lead to a grassy knoll. Quiet, peaceful, with a view of the stars that's even better than the one around the party. Grass ruffles and Rokurou smiles to himself, resting his hands on his hips and looking up, attention drawn away from the sight above when he hears a step.
Glancing over, his eyebrow arches. ]
... Six?
[ The little light had lead him to Six? He almost gives it a quizzical look, but it's gone now. ]
[ tonight should have been a night best spent with others' companies, but six isn't in the mood to mingle right now. if anything, he'd rather be far away from everyone else, safe from curious eyes and wayward laughs. he doesn't know why it is that he isn't in the best of moods—then again, after giving up the memory of someone precious, he wonders if this is as close as he'll get to mourning.
not that the peace he just found lasts all that long. he senses someone is closing in on him way before rokurou even says anything, ears flickering as they swivel towards the source of his voice. the rest of his body follows, expression softening. ]
Shouldn't you be celebrating?
[ they all should be, but six doesn't count himself. he never has.
Hmmm, well. I had a drink, spoke to a few people. I don't feel the need to celebrate hard after every battle.
[ As a swordsman, it's just part of the job ... and as a lover of battle, the fight itself had been reward enough. He shrugs, stepping closer to the erune, until they're only an arm's width away from one another. Close enough to touch if he reached out ... and while the strange urge remains, the daemon refrains, trying to content himself with close proximity. ]
What about you? Not one for parties?
[ It's almost comical a question; he's long since figured out that Six is something of a recluse, mostly keeping away from others. The why is foggier, of course, only small bits floating in the ether from the memory of little Xing. ]
[ the scoff escapes him before he could stop himself. ]
... Do I look like the type to party?
[ shaking his head, he can only imagine the answer rokurou will give him. something close to a joke or a tease as is typical of the daemon's behaviour. he wouldn't mind it on a normal day, but right now he barely has the energy to deal with it. they're so close too, close enough that it wouldn't take much for rokurou to reach out and pull him even closer—
he takes a step back before finding someplace he can sit down. the area they're in is quiet enough with the perfect view of the stars above. looking at them makes his heart hurt for reasons unknown.
don't you know? your name means— ]
You'll be better off spending your time with the rest of them.
You should really stop deciding things like that for me.
[ Another habit of Six's that Rokurou hasn't missed. The suggestion doesn't spur him to return to the party; instead, the daemon drops down to the earth beside the other man, making himself nice and comfortable in the grass before reclining back on his hands to admire the view. ]
Stars ... they're nice, huh? One of the little things you don't think you'll miss until it's gone.
[ Sky. Though the fog hadn't weighed heavily on his mood, there's something uplifting about how clear and bright the night sky is now. With the cool breeze that ruffles the grass and their hair? It's nothing short of lovely. ]
Whenever I look at them, the stars, I want to reach up and steal one. [ he pretends to do just that, reaching up with a hand and pinching his fingers while squinting, trying to pluck a little light from the expanse of dark, ] Like that.
[ it's not the first time six has tried to push rokurou away, only for the daemon to refuse and tell him to stop making those decisions. he knows that it wouldn't be the last time they'll have this song and dance. given the way he is, it's almost inevitable that it'll happen again—but at least he doesn't move away when rokurou sits down next to him.
he falls silent just as the other man starts talking. it's true that the stars are something he missed once he realized hakagemachi's skies were always darkened and obscured. it feels so long ago that he's seen the sky up close and personl, so in a way, he can understand what rokurou means when he admits that he'd like to steal one of those twinkling lights. ]
What would you do with it, if you were ever successful?
[ he knows what a ridiculous notion that is, because it's impossible for anyone to pluck a star from where it sits in the sky, but there's still a part of him that wants to know how rokurou will answer. ]
Hold it in my hands. [ dropping his hand again and relaxing, he gives Six a little lopsided smile, ] Watch how it lights up between them. Admire it for a little while. Feel its warmth. Then, maybe I'd let it go.
[ Maybe. Some things aren't meant to be kept, belonging to a greater piece of the world, though Rokurou's always been a selfish man at the root. When he likes something, he finds it very difficult to give up on it.
Quietly, for a moment, Rokurou gazes at the erune, still wearing that crooked little smile. ]
[ there's no avoiding how quickly his face turns red, and he wants to tell himself that it's because of reasons unknown, but he knows exactly why he's so flustered. rokurou's crooked little smile makes his heart skip beats enough times that he has to look away, pointedly staring at the stars they're talking about. ]
... It is impossible, but I know that won't stop you.
[ why is he encouraging something so ridiculous? he couldn't tell you why even if you ask him. ]
I feel as though you'd keep trying and find a way to succeed against all odds.
[ that's the kind of person he's come to know as rokurou rangetsu. it would surprise him if he's proven wrong, but he knows he wouldn't be. ]
[ Stubborn to a fault—and, though he won't ever regret his choices, stubborn to his own detriment.
With a soft exhale, he contents himself to watching the sky, scanning the stars for any familiar constellations. Or pretending to; despite the view, he can't stop finding his attention drawn to the man sitting beside him. How he's so close that he could touch if he only just reached out.
Finally, he stops resisting, and tilts his head again to look at the erune. The starlight makes him otherworldly, silver on silver, pale skin a soft gleam, eyes simmering lilac. ]
[ the stars continue to twinkle away without a single care in the world. now that they're free from their darkened prison, they seem determined to spread their light where it couldn't reach before, and it somehow resonates with six in ways he can't comprehend right here and now. his heart is already a mess, even more so when rokurou calls out to him.
it's only a few seconds later that he finally turns to look at him, uncertainty written all over his skin. ]
... What is it?
[ the mood between them got serious all of a sudden. he doesn't know why. ]
[ Another simmering urge—more than reaching out and touching. Rokurou has never been known to deny his desires in earnest; looking at Six now, he feels that tickle to act, subtly encouraged by the low-lying oni that spies upon his thoughts.
Without saying anything else, the daemon closes the distance between them. Leans in, chin nodded up, eyelids lowering as he meets their lips in a light press. Tentative and curious, light and chaste, but undoubtedly what it is: a kiss. ]
[ six didn't know what to expect. what he notices at first is the way rokurou closes in the distance between them, all the way until there's nowhere for him to go. his heart beats wildly for reasons unknown to him, but the oni deep inside keeps him steady and right where he is.
their lips meet, and for once, six doesn't push him away immediately. he waits until he has to breathe to be the one to pull back, pale face already a deep scarlet that is definitely not going to fade anytime soon. for the most part, he doesn't look disgusted by what happened — he's simply confused, because he doesn't understand why rokurou would do that. ]
Six's face turns brilliant red, and all Rokurou can think is cute. Which isn't very helpful when the erune is looking at him with a clear question in his eyes, the sound of his name both unsure and inquisitive. ]
Xing. [ the name escapes his lips, a soft utterance, before the daemon huffs and rubs his neck, ] ... ah, I just.
[ There's no excuse he can think of aside from the truth. Which is why Rokurou hesitates, searching Six's face, before admitting, ]
[ rokurou calls him by his real name and now his heart can't make sense of what its doing. the red flush on his cheeks deepen considerably, even more embarrassed now thanks to the intimacy of it all, even if it was just as simple as referring to him as xing. in the back of his mind, he understands why it affects him this much.
there's a faraway voice whispering the reason, after all: xing is a beautiful name. don't you know? there's a reason why your father chose it.
your name means—
he finds his voice somehow. ]
You wanted to—? It's... [ he knows he shouldn't ask, he knows it isn't fair, ] It's not because of the oni, is it?
[ but isn't it a valid fear nonetheless? both of them have admitted to being drawn to each other as a result of what their youkai wants, so he wants to be absolutely certain. ]
No. [ of course he understands why Six asks—the relationship between their oni is toxic at best, possessive to the point of sick obsession ... but whatever he's feeling now is gentle, something he's not sure the oni dwelling inside of him is possible of. ] No. It has nothing to do with the oni.
[ Which is also hard to admit, makes him feel vulnerable, which is something he tends to avoid at all costs.
Licking his lips and rubbing his chin, the daemon glances away, watching the stars again as though they'll offer some words that have this all making sense. But there's only really one answer: that he likes Six. Did from the moment he met him, sure, but it was the quiet moments between them that wedged something strange between his heart and gut. ]
six can feel the way his breath catches in his throat, rokurou's words leaving him just a tiny little bit dumbstruck. no one has ever expressed feelings that go much deeper than friendship, and thanks to how much he doubts his own worth, he can't help but wonder if rokurou is making a mistake here. there's nothing good about him and yet here is the daemon saying he wanted to kiss him — plain and simple.
he doesn't know what to tell him. he's never been in this position before.
but given how fast his heart is beating, can he take this to mean that he feels the same way? that he won't mind it if rokurou kisses him again? ]
Then... maybe you should do it again.
[ heat rises to his cheeks once more, eyes diverted to focus on the grassy patch between them. ]
[ Rokurou hesitates, but only because he can't quite believe what Six just said. Maybe you should do it again. In earnest too, from the way the erune blushes, and Rokurou feels warmth prickling across his own skin in anticipation.
Rather than question if he's sure, the daemon says nothing—it's quiet with only the soft rustle of grass in the wind as he reaches forward to guide Six's face back toward his with a knuckle beneath the chin, bringing their eyes to meet. It's dark, but with the fresh starlight, lilac catches and glimmers; a pretty purple hue that Rokurou would be satisfied to study.
Leaning in, he brings their lips to touch once more. This time it's less tentative, a firmer kiss that lasts longer, as his hand slides to rest on the curve of Six's cheek. ]
[ anticipation mixes itself all over that pretty lilac hue, colouring it with a warmth and depth that had never really been there before. six can feel the world coming to a standstill, different from how it twists and rewinds in this place, and then rokurou kisses him again and suddenly everything is back in working order. a faint breeze caresses his skin softly, but it's no much compared to the way the daemon is holding him.
his heart flutters once more, followed by a warm, fuzzy feeling that he can no longer pretend means nothing. there's something about how rokurou makes him feel that can't be attributed to anything he's ever experience in his life — this is new, exciting, and terrifying all at once.
he doesn't want to let this go.
he lingers for a few seconds more, relishing in the taste of the other man, relishing in how they fit together so nicely. it's almost upsetting to pull away but he knows he has to, opting to keep their foreheads pressed against each other's. ]
[ Six—no, Xing—rests their foreheads together and it's... nice. A pleasant feeling, a tickle of intimacy that draws a sigh from the daemon's lips. They still burn from that second kiss, a sensation that lingers sweetly.
Huffing a short laugh, Rokurou closes his eyes for a moment. Relishing the breeze, the warmth Xing exudes, the sound of the party off in the distance and the quiet that envelopes them in their own little world. ]
Alright? [ he laughs, a soft thing, a rasp of voice that lingers between them, ] Mmmn ... was my kiss just alright?
[ Gently teasing as he opens his eyes again, Rokurou searches Six's without knowing what he's looking for. All he really knows is that he likes the color, and that it looks so pretty catching moonlight, as though he's meant to be cupped in the hands of tender night. ]
[ the erune thinks he can get used to simply listening to the sound of rokurou's laughter. it makes his heart do weird things that are hard for him to process, but the feeling he experiences is pleasant nonetheless. when he opens his eyes, his blush turns into a deeper scarlet once he realizes rokurou's been staring at him. ]
I... Practice?
[ does that mean rokurou wants to do kiss him again?
not that the idea is appalling to six, but it terrifies him all the same. he doesn't know what his heart is doing at this point. there's no stopping him from asking such a dumb question with a really obvious answer. ]
[ Rokurou blinks once, twice, before laughing again. A throaty, deep sound, yet it still comes across light as chimes. When he first met Six, the man had struck him as stoic and cold. Now, looking so surprised and confused and a little unsure, he looks adorable. Enough that Rokurou can't resist reaching up to thread his fingers through that soft, downy hair, in an affectionate rub.
That blush looks real good on him. ]
Haven't you ever heard 'practice makes perfect'?
[ Yet he doesn't dip in to meet their mouths again—the sense that Six lacks experience in this area is strong, and he doesn't want to spook the erune off. While reckless and quick to jump headlong into battle, Rokurou's a patient man. He doesn't mind waiting.
Turning his gaze back up to the stars, he leans over, so that his shoulder is pressing against Six's. ]
S'alright. I'm happy to watch the stars too. [ grinning, ] Maybe we'll see a shooting star, it's a clear enough night.
[ practice makes perfect, rokurou says, as if that first kiss hadn't been perfect already—but what does he know? it's not as though he has any experience in this at all, still confused and unsure of what he should be doing here beyond the fact that it just... feels nice, like it's something that should have happened long ago.
he looks away from rokurou when he ruffles his hair again, lilac eyes closing at the gesture. he's not used to thinking how nice it is to have someone pressed up against him like this, close enough to share the warmth. he listens to what rokurou wishes to see—a shooting star, he says, something so rare that it makes six wonder if it'll even be possible.
after all, hakagemachi just got their stars back. will it be willing to lose one so soon? ]
... You're so fixated on them. The stars.
[ his voice lowers into an even softer tone. so much quieter now.
your name means—
that beautiful light twinkling brightly in the night sky. ]
[ Turning his appreciative gaze away from the sky and stars, he searches Xing's face again, half-smile still curved on his lips. Caught a star, huh...? With hair shimmering against the dark of night, he does look like one, brilliant and unreachable, yet somehow here beside him in the grass. ]
Have I? [ reaching over again, he cups a hand against the erune's cheek, brushing a rough thumbpad across high cheekbone, ] I should give you the attention you deserve, then.
[ Because if that isn't an invitation to kiss him again, Rokurou doesn't know what is—eyelids lowering, he dips in again to meet their mouths in a light brush, hand still steady on Six's cheek. Now that he's caught this star, he doesn't want to let it go. So he doesn't. Won't.
The kiss lasts longer this time, a gesture the daemon lingers in, sensation of warmth tickling across his lips once more. ]
[ those lilac eyes widen with panic once he realizes how rokurou interpreted what he said. ]
That's not what I—
[ it's too late.
the daemon is so close to him now, thumb gently caressing his cheek, mismatched eyes fluttering shut as he leans in to lock their lips. this is one star that burns a deeper shade of red, warm and hot and vibrant all thanks to how the other man makes him feel. he doesn't really know what to make of this, still unsure, still uncertain of whether or not he deserves this simple happiness, but there's no denying the fact that this is something he isn't willing to give up.
he kisses rokurou back, tentatively at first, but growing more curious and more bold as seconds begin to add up. it may be a little awkward on his end despite his best efforts, so he can only hope rokurou doesn't mind.
(it might kill him if the man deems to comment on it. he can already imagine the look on his face.) ]
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sɪx: ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ - ( ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ... )
For no particular reason, he follows it. Maybe because following things before has lead him to good things; his zori dust the earth as he trails after it, drawn farther away from the festivities, lead to a grassy knoll. Quiet, peaceful, with a view of the stars that's even better than the one around the party. Grass ruffles and Rokurou smiles to himself, resting his hands on his hips and looking up, attention drawn away from the sight above when he hears a step.
Glancing over, his eyebrow arches. ]
... Six?
[ The little light had lead him to Six? He almost gives it a quizzical look, but it's gone now. ]
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not that the peace he just found lasts all that long. he senses someone is closing in on him way before rokurou even says anything, ears flickering as they swivel towards the source of his voice. the rest of his body follows, expression softening. ]
Shouldn't you be celebrating?
[ they all should be, but six doesn't count himself. he never has.
he doesn't think he has the right. ]
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[ As a swordsman, it's just part of the job ... and as a lover of battle, the fight itself had been reward enough. He shrugs, stepping closer to the erune, until they're only an arm's width away from one another. Close enough to touch if he reached out ... and while the strange urge remains, the daemon refrains, trying to content himself with close proximity. ]
What about you? Not one for parties?
[ It's almost comical a question; he's long since figured out that Six is something of a recluse, mostly keeping away from others. The why is foggier, of course, only small bits floating in the ether from the memory of little Xing. ]
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... Do I look like the type to party?
[ shaking his head, he can only imagine the answer rokurou will give him. something close to a joke or a tease as is typical of the daemon's behaviour. he wouldn't mind it on a normal day, but right now he barely has the energy to deal with it. they're so close too, close enough that it wouldn't take much for rokurou to reach out and pull him even closer—
he takes a step back before finding someplace he can sit down. the area they're in is quiet enough with the perfect view of the stars above. looking at them makes his heart hurt for reasons unknown.
don't you know? your name means— ]
You'll be better off spending your time with the rest of them.
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[ Another habit of Six's that Rokurou hasn't missed. The suggestion doesn't spur him to return to the party; instead, the daemon drops down to the earth beside the other man, making himself nice and comfortable in the grass before reclining back on his hands to admire the view. ]
Stars ... they're nice, huh? One of the little things you don't think you'll miss until it's gone.
[ Sky. Though the fog hadn't weighed heavily on his mood, there's something uplifting about how clear and bright the night sky is now. With the cool breeze that ruffles the grass and their hair? It's nothing short of lovely. ]
Whenever I look at them, the stars, I want to reach up and steal one. [ he pretends to do just that, reaching up with a hand and pinching his fingers while squinting, trying to pluck a little light from the expanse of dark, ] Like that.
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he falls silent just as the other man starts talking. it's true that the stars are something he missed once he realized hakagemachi's skies were always darkened and obscured. it feels so long ago that he's seen the sky up close and personl, so in a way, he can understand what rokurou means when he admits that he'd like to steal one of those twinkling lights. ]
What would you do with it, if you were ever successful?
[ he knows what a ridiculous notion that is, because it's impossible for anyone to pluck a star from where it sits in the sky, but there's still a part of him that wants to know how rokurou will answer. ]
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[ Maybe. Some things aren't meant to be kept, belonging to a greater piece of the world, though Rokurou's always been a selfish man at the root. When he likes something, he finds it very difficult to give up on it.
Quietly, for a moment, Rokurou gazes at the erune, still wearing that crooked little smile. ]
Impossible, but it'd be nice.
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... It is impossible, but I know that won't stop you.
[ why is he encouraging something so ridiculous? he couldn't tell you why even if you ask him. ]
I feel as though you'd keep trying and find a way to succeed against all odds.
[ that's the kind of person he's come to know as rokurou rangetsu. it would surprise him if he's proven wrong, but he knows he wouldn't be. ]
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[ Stubborn to a fault—and, though he won't ever regret his choices, stubborn to his own detriment.
With a soft exhale, he contents himself to watching the sky, scanning the stars for any familiar constellations. Or pretending to; despite the view, he can't stop finding his attention drawn to the man sitting beside him. How he's so close that he could touch if he only just reached out.
Finally, he stops resisting, and tilts his head again to look at the erune. The starlight makes him otherworldly, silver on silver, pale skin a soft gleam, eyes simmering lilac. ]
... Hey.
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it's only a few seconds later that he finally turns to look at him, uncertainty written all over his skin. ]
... What is it?
[ the mood between them got serious all of a sudden. he doesn't know why. ]
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Without saying anything else, the daemon closes the distance between them. Leans in, chin nodded up, eyelids lowering as he meets their lips in a light press. Tentative and curious, light and chaste, but undoubtedly what it is: a kiss. ]
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their lips meet, and for once, six doesn't push him away immediately. he waits until he has to breathe to be the one to pull back, pale face already a deep scarlet that is definitely not going to fade anytime soon. for the most part, he doesn't look disgusted by what happened — he's simply confused, because he doesn't understand why rokurou would do that. ]
... Rokurou?
[ why? ]
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Six's face turns brilliant red, and all Rokurou can think is cute. Which isn't very helpful when the erune is looking at him with a clear question in his eyes, the sound of his name both unsure and inquisitive. ]
Xing. [ the name escapes his lips, a soft utterance, before the daemon huffs and rubs his neck, ] ... ah, I just.
[ There's no excuse he can think of aside from the truth. Which is why Rokurou hesitates, searching Six's face, before admitting, ]
I wanted to.
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there's a faraway voice whispering the reason, after all: xing is a beautiful name. don't you know? there's a reason why your father chose it.
your name means—
he finds his voice somehow. ]
You wanted to—? It's... [ he knows he shouldn't ask, he knows it isn't fair, ] It's not because of the oni, is it?
[ but isn't it a valid fear nonetheless? both of them have admitted to being drawn to each other as a result of what their youkai wants, so he wants to be absolutely certain. ]
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[ Which is also hard to admit, makes him feel vulnerable, which is something he tends to avoid at all costs.
Licking his lips and rubbing his chin, the daemon glances away, watching the stars again as though they'll offer some words that have this all making sense. But there's only really one answer: that he likes Six. Did from the moment he met him, sure, but it was the quiet moments between them that wedged something strange between his heart and gut. ]
It's me. [ another breath, ] And you.
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six can feel the way his breath catches in his throat, rokurou's words leaving him just a tiny little bit dumbstruck. no one has ever expressed feelings that go much deeper than friendship, and thanks to how much he doubts his own worth, he can't help but wonder if rokurou is making a mistake here. there's nothing good about him and yet here is the daemon saying he wanted to kiss him — plain and simple.
he doesn't know what to tell him. he's never been in this position before.
but given how fast his heart is beating, can he take this to mean that he feels the same way? that he won't mind it if rokurou kisses him again? ]
Then... maybe you should do it again.
[ heat rises to his cheeks once more, eyes diverted to focus on the grassy patch between them. ]
Just to be sure.
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Rather than question if he's sure, the daemon says nothing—it's quiet with only the soft rustle of grass in the wind as he reaches forward to guide Six's face back toward his with a knuckle beneath the chin, bringing their eyes to meet. It's dark, but with the fresh starlight, lilac catches and glimmers; a pretty purple hue that Rokurou would be satisfied to study.
Leaning in, he brings their lips to touch once more. This time it's less tentative, a firmer kiss that lasts longer, as his hand slides to rest on the curve of Six's cheek. ]
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his heart flutters once more, followed by a warm, fuzzy feeling that he can no longer pretend means nothing. there's something about how rokurou makes him feel that can't be attributed to anything he's ever experience in his life — this is new, exciting, and terrifying all at once.
he doesn't want to let this go.
he lingers for a few seconds more, relishing in the taste of the other man, relishing in how they fit together so nicely. it's almost upsetting to pull away but he knows he has to, opting to keep their foreheads pressed against each other's. ]
... Alright.
[ that's it. that's all he says.
he's always been so good at ruining the moment. ]
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Huffing a short laugh, Rokurou closes his eyes for a moment. Relishing the breeze, the warmth Xing exudes, the sound of the party off in the distance and the quiet that envelopes them in their own little world. ]
Alright? [ he laughs, a soft thing, a rasp of voice that lingers between them, ] Mmmn ... was my kiss just alright?
[ Gently teasing as he opens his eyes again, Rokurou searches Six's without knowing what he's looking for. All he really knows is that he likes the color, and that it looks so pretty catching moonlight, as though he's meant to be cupped in the hands of tender night. ]
Guess I need practice.
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I... Practice?
[ does that mean rokurou wants to do kiss him again?
not that the idea is appalling to six, but it terrifies him all the same. he doesn't know what his heart is doing at this point. there's no stopping him from asking such a dumb question with a really obvious answer. ]
But why do you want to practice—?
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That blush looks real good on him. ]
Haven't you ever heard 'practice makes perfect'?
[ Yet he doesn't dip in to meet their mouths again—the sense that Six lacks experience in this area is strong, and he doesn't want to spook the erune off. While reckless and quick to jump headlong into battle, Rokurou's a patient man. He doesn't mind waiting.
Turning his gaze back up to the stars, he leans over, so that his shoulder is pressing against Six's. ]
S'alright. I'm happy to watch the stars too. [ grinning, ] Maybe we'll see a shooting star, it's a clear enough night.
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he looks away from rokurou when he ruffles his hair again, lilac eyes closing at the gesture. he's not used to thinking how nice it is to have someone pressed up against him like this, close enough to share the warmth. he listens to what rokurou wishes to see—a shooting star, he says, something so rare that it makes six wonder if it'll even be possible.
after all, hakagemachi just got their stars back. will it be willing to lose one so soon? ]
... You're so fixated on them. The stars.
[ his voice lowers into an even softer tone. so much quieter now.
your name means—
that beautiful light twinkling brightly in the night sky. ]
Even though you've caught one right here.
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Have I? [ reaching over again, he cups a hand against the erune's cheek, brushing a rough thumbpad across high cheekbone, ] I should give you the attention you deserve, then.
[ Because if that isn't an invitation to kiss him again, Rokurou doesn't know what is—eyelids lowering, he dips in again to meet their mouths in a light brush, hand still steady on Six's cheek. Now that he's caught this star, he doesn't want to let it go. So he doesn't. Won't.
The kiss lasts longer this time, a gesture the daemon lingers in, sensation of warmth tickling across his lips once more. ]
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That's not what I—
[ it's too late.
the daemon is so close to him now, thumb gently caressing his cheek, mismatched eyes fluttering shut as he leans in to lock their lips. this is one star that burns a deeper shade of red, warm and hot and vibrant all thanks to how the other man makes him feel. he doesn't really know what to make of this, still unsure, still uncertain of whether or not he deserves this simple happiness, but there's no denying the fact that this is something he isn't willing to give up.
he kisses rokurou back, tentatively at first, but growing more curious and more bold as seconds begin to add up. it may be a little awkward on his end despite his best efforts, so he can only hope rokurou doesn't mind.
(it might kill him if the man deems to comment on it. he can already imagine the look on his face.) ]
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