[ 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.) ]
[ Of course he doesn't mind it—it's not as though he's particularly experienced in this area either, barely knowing how to interpret intimate feelings much less act on them. Swords and battle are all this yaksha really knows—but right now, it feels like maybe he might not just have one sole use, purpose, worth.
When the kiss finally does end, Rokurou smiles again, a touch of color tinting his own cheeks. He isn't much of a blusher, but that warmth is all over his skin. A pleasant tingle that makes his toes curl in his socks. ]
Haha, sorry. What were you saying?
[ Since he did stop him from finishing that sentence with a smooch. ]
[ once they both pull away from each other, the flush on six's cheeks never leaves him, made all the more worse when he sees a faint one colour rokurou's too. his eyes blink wildly at the sight before he has to look away, suddenly feeling so shy despite being way past the point of it being necessary. they've already stepped over the line so why does his heart still feel like jumping right out of his chest?
he struggles to regain his composure, unable to remember what it is he wanted to say. ]
I... [ give him a moment. ] My name. My real name, Xing... I wanted to tell you what it meant.
[ this time, there's no recovering from how red his face is. he can't meet rokurou's eyes out of fear he just might crumble from the weight of embarrassment. ]
I was told it meant "that beautiful light twinkling brightly in the night sky".
[ he simply wanted to tell someone before this city's magic made him forget. ]
[ Oh. Suddenly, Xing's earlier comment makes sense—and the stretched across Rokurou's lips grows, parted with a small huff. Charming. Honestly... how the hell can someone be so unintentionally cute? ]
So it means "star"?
[ The irony of that isn't lost on him. somehow, it looks like he did manage to catch a star in his hands.
As beautiful as the sky is and as nice it is to finally see a clear night, Rokurou can't seem to draw his gaze away from Six anymore. Curious, intrigued, infatuated—he isn't quite sure what he's feeling, but it's warm. ]
I like it. [ a brief pause, then, tentatively, ] Can I call you that? Xing.
[ Instead of Six, as much as he likes the moniker. ]
[ there's a reason why six hasn't gone by as xing, and it's not just because siete has deemed it necessary for all eternals to have a moniker. that name is tied to a past he is desperately trying to atone for, a past that he doesn't think he'll ever be truly at peace with, no matter what he does.
it's a name that has too many memories that are no good, but somehow, when rokurou asks if he can call him xing from now on, the only thing he can think of is how much he wants to let him. ]
... If you'd like.
[ his heart is racing. somehow it's beating so loud that he's scared it might leap right out of him. ]
I don't think it suits me at all.
[ why would his father pick this name, when he was so hated by everyone in his life? it doesn't make any sense to him. ]
[ Looking at him right now—silver hair in moonlight, light eyes, pale skin and flushed cheeks .... Rokurou can't understand why Xing wouldn't think it suits him. So, slowly, the daemon shakes his head. ]
Really? [ a small, fond smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he reaches out again, combing his hand through Xing's hair and stopping when he finds an ear, which he rubs between his thumb and index finger. ] I think it might.
[ But he won't beat Xing over the head with embarrassing comments about how beautiful he looks right now, and how he's more alluring than the stars themselves. Those are thoughts Rokurou keeps for himself, just simmering in the low heat of emotion that's so rare for him. No doubt some of Akame's influence, the oni having more emotions in his little finger than Rokurou in his whole body .... but this isn't bad. Despite not missing how intense they could get, this feeling... it's nice. ]
[ rokurou doesn't have to say anything, especially given the way he's looking at six as if he's the most beautiful thing in the world right now. the erune can already guess what the daemon is thinking—the unspoken words are written in his smile, the twinkle in his eyes. it makes it difficult for six to look at him directly because it's so overwhelming.
he's never really been in this position before. to have someone's focus be all on him and nothing else. what is he supposed to do here? is he supposed to say anything? acknowledge it? it'll be easier to push rokurou away, but—
his heart knows that's not what he wants. ]
... Of course you'd say that.
[ his heart is racing once again, but it's all thanks to what he's up to this time around. he shifts his body's position so it's easier to pull rokurou closer to him, enabling easy access for yet another kiss. words are hard to string together when his mind is a mess of emotions so he'll settle for this.
soft and sweet, it's a kiss that lingers. he knows rokurou won't mind. ]
[ It's Rokurou's turn to fluster somewhat. For some reason, he doesn't expect Six to initiate, heart stuttering stupidly when the erune leans in to meet their mouths together. Soft, still quite chaste, and yet heat prickles along the daemon's flesh. Even a light brush of lips like this feels like a lot when all of his nerves are bright, focusing every iota of their attention on Six.
Lingering in that kiss is sweet. A moment of brevity from how everything the past few days has been brutal: a fight with a spirit, zombie youkai, the topsy turvy twist of time ... as much as Rokurou relishes action and battle, this is nice.
Humming, he presses their foreheads together again. ]
[ it's just too bad that the one time six does something to fluster rokurou is the same time he isn't looking directly at the daemon once the kiss breaks off. if anything, his eyes are closed shut, if only because he's nervous what he sees will just make his heart beat even faster. this is such a weird sensation for him, so unused to love and affection that he isn't quite sure how to navigate it, but he's making do somehow.
one way or another, he'll gather up the courage to do what he just did again.
for now, however, he is content to stay close like this, to not move a single inch away from the man who has confused him in more ways than one. at least it's a good thing — for the most part. ]
... Yeah. Let's stay here.
[ with the stars as their backdrop, six finds himself trying to match the rhythm of rokurou's breathing, the same rise and fall of those ribs where the daemon's heart rests. he doesn't know why he started to do it, only that it soothes him, takes away all the tension he might otherwise be experiencing.
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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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When the kiss finally does end, Rokurou smiles again, a touch of color tinting his own cheeks. He isn't much of a blusher, but that warmth is all over his skin. A pleasant tingle that makes his toes curl in his socks. ]
Haha, sorry. What were you saying?
[ Since he did stop him from finishing that sentence with a smooch. ]
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he struggles to regain his composure, unable to remember what it is he wanted to say. ]
I... [ give him a moment. ] My name. My real name, Xing... I wanted to tell you what it meant.
[ this time, there's no recovering from how red his face is. he can't meet rokurou's eyes out of fear he just might crumble from the weight of embarrassment. ]
I was told it meant "that beautiful light twinkling brightly in the night sky".
[ he simply wanted to tell someone before this city's magic made him forget. ]
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So it means "star"?
[ The irony of that isn't lost on him. somehow, it looks like he did manage to catch a star in his hands.
As beautiful as the sky is and as nice it is to finally see a clear night, Rokurou can't seem to draw his gaze away from Six anymore. Curious, intrigued, infatuated—he isn't quite sure what he's feeling, but it's warm. ]
I like it. [ a brief pause, then, tentatively, ] Can I call you that? Xing.
[ Instead of Six, as much as he likes the moniker. ]
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it's a name that has too many memories that are no good, but somehow, when rokurou asks if he can call him xing from now on, the only thing he can think of is how much he wants to let him. ]
... If you'd like.
[ his heart is racing. somehow it's beating so loud that he's scared it might leap right out of him. ]
I don't think it suits me at all.
[ why would his father pick this name, when he was so hated by everyone in his life? it doesn't make any sense to him. ]
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Really? [ a small, fond smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he reaches out again, combing his hand through Xing's hair and stopping when he finds an ear, which he rubs between his thumb and index finger. ] I think it might.
[ But he won't beat Xing over the head with embarrassing comments about how beautiful he looks right now, and how he's more alluring than the stars themselves. Those are thoughts Rokurou keeps for himself, just simmering in the low heat of emotion that's so rare for him. No doubt some of Akame's influence, the oni having more emotions in his little finger than Rokurou in his whole body .... but this isn't bad. Despite not missing how intense they could get, this feeling... it's nice. ]
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he's never really been in this position before. to have someone's focus be all on him and nothing else. what is he supposed to do here? is he supposed to say anything? acknowledge it? it'll be easier to push rokurou away, but—
his heart knows that's not what he wants. ]
... Of course you'd say that.
[ his heart is racing once again, but it's all thanks to what he's up to this time around. he shifts his body's position so it's easier to pull rokurou closer to him, enabling easy access for yet another kiss. words are hard to string together when his mind is a mess of emotions so he'll settle for this.
soft and sweet, it's a kiss that lingers. he knows rokurou won't mind. ]
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Lingering in that kiss is sweet. A moment of brevity from how everything the past few days has been brutal: a fight with a spirit, zombie youkai, the topsy turvy twist of time ... as much as Rokurou relishes action and battle, this is nice.
Humming, he presses their foreheads together again. ]
Let's stay here and watch the stars for a while.
[ He's in no rush to get back to the party. ]
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one way or another, he'll gather up the courage to do what he just did again.
for now, however, he is content to stay close like this, to not move a single inch away from the man who has confused him in more ways than one. at least it's a good thing — for the most part. ]
... Yeah. Let's stay here.
[ with the stars as their backdrop, six finds himself trying to match the rhythm of rokurou's breathing, the same rise and fall of those ribs where the daemon's heart rests. he doesn't know why he started to do it, only that it soothes him, takes away all the tension he might otherwise be experiencing.
he doesn't have anywhere else he'd rather be. ]