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[closed] come home with me
⌛ Who: Scaramouche & Kazuha
⌛ What: Plum blossom date
⌛ When: Early February
⌛ Where: Wakayama
⌛ Warnings: Smooches finally, Smol naked idiots
[It's become commonplace for Scaramouche to find himself over at Kazuha's home, ever since the samurai had gotten one of his own. His visits so frequent, often spending the night, that he's begun leaving things there - no reason to carry them back and forth even if teleportation was something he was capable of. Given what had happened the past month sleeping isn't something he often allows himself when he does end up staying, though Kazuha has managed to get him to do so a few times. The concern of what would happen if he had another nightmare far too present in his thoughts most nights.
So when Kazuha asks him to visit he thinks nothing of it, the request to bring more makeup than what he had laying around the man's home only garnering slight suspicion. Not once since he's known the other Inazuman has he ever seen him wear any, so for the samurai to suddenly ask is odd. Perhaps he was going somewhere later in the day? The Harbinger can't think of much reason past that, though he can't see much reason why the man would suddenly need to wear any to begin with.
For once when he arrives at the small village in Wakayama he doesn't immediately busy himself with climbing the tree in Kazuha's yard to enter through the window. For once he knocks like a normal person, waits patiently for Kazuha to open the door and let him inside. The neighbours are likely staring from that fact alone, though he doesn't bother looking back to see.
He takes a moment to slip his zori off, before turning pointedly towards the samurai. Hair recently cut, drawing all the more attention to the gaze he has fixed on the samurai.]
Since when do you wear makeup?
⌛ What: Plum blossom date
⌛ When: Early February
⌛ Where: Wakayama
⌛ Warnings: Smooches finally, Smol naked idiots
[It's become commonplace for Scaramouche to find himself over at Kazuha's home, ever since the samurai had gotten one of his own. His visits so frequent, often spending the night, that he's begun leaving things there - no reason to carry them back and forth even if teleportation was something he was capable of. Given what had happened the past month sleeping isn't something he often allows himself when he does end up staying, though Kazuha has managed to get him to do so a few times. The concern of what would happen if he had another nightmare far too present in his thoughts most nights.
So when Kazuha asks him to visit he thinks nothing of it, the request to bring more makeup than what he had laying around the man's home only garnering slight suspicion. Not once since he's known the other Inazuman has he ever seen him wear any, so for the samurai to suddenly ask is odd. Perhaps he was going somewhere later in the day? The Harbinger can't think of much reason past that, though he can't see much reason why the man would suddenly need to wear any to begin with.
For once when he arrives at the small village in Wakayama he doesn't immediately busy himself with climbing the tree in Kazuha's yard to enter through the window. For once he knocks like a normal person, waits patiently for Kazuha to open the door and let him inside. The neighbours are likely staring from that fact alone, though he doesn't bother looking back to see.
He takes a moment to slip his zori off, before turning pointedly towards the samurai. Hair recently cut, drawing all the more attention to the gaze he has fixed on the samurai.]
Since when do you wear makeup?
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He plucks the hand from his clothes, sensing his nervous agitation, and brings his knuckles to his lips in a soft kiss. Kazuha keeps his eyes on his, maybe to emphasize that his affections, here, are solely focused on him.]
Is that how you see it? I only do these things for you.
[This again... Kazuha hadn't quite thought of it that way, and though he values his independence, the comment makes him pause with his lips pressed against the immortal's knuckles, holding his hand in his. He looks thoughtful-- he meant that in that their families were drawn to each other, but the role of his ancestors was subservient.
Can love and servitude really exist together? He bucks against the idea slightly, just as he had before. Though... hadn't he decided to give himself to him? Kazuha huffs a small laugh after a moment.]
I don't think I'm ready to call you 'my lord' so soon into our relationship, but I am yours.
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[The immortal's gaze focuses on the way Kazuha takes his hand, presses his lips against his knuckles, though his mind remains lost in thought. If the samurai had offered him his heart, had it also been offered to another? Was it then even his to claim? His want has not dissipated, he knows he still desires the man the same way he had moments ago, but still he wonders if he's made a mistake. Just how fleeting would this relationship be?
Scaramouche's thoughts drift back to how he'd been viewed all those years ago, the reason he's kept his origins so tightly hidden since. He knows Kazuha doesn't mind what he is, but perhaps yet again it causes issues, makes him not enough. Had the mortal figured it out already, of his lack of a heart, simply ensuring if he could not get everything from this relationship that he could still do so elsewhere.
These things are only done for him, something he doesn't want to doubt.]
...Is it because I'm not human?
[The question slips out, not meant to be asked, and Scaramouche is quick to avert his gaze. Press his forehead against a shoulder so he doesn't have the chance to see an answer he doesn't want.
The idea of being called a lord is startling, causing the Harbinger to further bury his face into the fabric at the man's shoulder. It's not something he expects from any but his subordinates, and calling the man his samurai is only ever meant in jest. Kazuha's clan is no more and he could hardly be considered an actual member of what would be his own family.]
You know I don't mean it. Though 'mine' sounds nice.
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`It feels right to notice all the shiny things about you
About you there is nothing I wouldn’t want to know
With you nothing is simple yet nothing is simpler
About you many good things come into relation`
[He murmurs the poem against Scaramouche's ear, then reaches up to tuck a few strands of dark hair gently behind the shell. He wouldn't just leave it to a poem, and he pauses for a moment as he tries to find the right words for his feelings.
How he feels about Diluc isn't the same as how he feels about the man in his lap, but he struggles to describe and explain this to him. To someone to must feel the insecurity of inadequacy, to hear there's another who has his affections... He huffs.]
My only regret about your immortality is that I will one day leave you. These moments are fleeting, but I want to spend as many of these moments with you.
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It doesn't solve everything, push away the feeling that constricts his chest in hurt and uncertainty, but it is sweet. If the samurai cared for him wasn't in question, from all that's been displayed, said, he knows it to be true. Still the thoughts linger.
The immortal allows himself a moment to take a breath.]
Who?
[He shouldn't ask, simply move on and focus on how the other Inazuman holds him. How he whispers soft and sweet words on how much he cares. But Scaramouche can't help but want to know, to have a direction for any ire that should build towards whatever worthless human thought themselves worthy of the samurai's time. Towards whatever possible competition he has. Though he finds feels more dread than anger.
Even as Kazuha works at soothing his fears, swallowing his vulnerabilities, and dissuading his thoughts that he may not be enough.
To hear of how fleeting this all was, spoken and given space in reality hurts far more than it should. To think such moments were often things he found amusement in watching. This was all terribly foolish of him to want.
He doesn't wish to think on how short their time may be for long.]
Do your poems normally woo their targets? Rather sweet words if they're all true.
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It's also a bit of a security blanket for himself; he knows he has made the mood of the occasion more dour by speaking honestly. The samurai also knows that more truth will bring Scaramouche no more peace, but he has to answer him, a moment of hesitation later.]
Diluc. He... well, he confessed his affection for me when I told him I wanted to be with you.
[It's a name that Kazuha has mentioned before-- he'd spoken to Scaramouche about his importance to him as a way to rebuff the other man from plotting violence towards him. The immortal's reaction so far does not build him any confidence that there will be any amnesty between the two.
He keeps petting Scaramouche's back, cuddling him in his lap. It may be a little too coddling, but he doesn't think that is such a bad thing right now. He places a kiss against his hair, cheek bumping against some of the tiny maples.]
I could recite more poetry to you about how food gives me no nourishment, hungry as I am for you. [He laughs, very light. Even he's a little embarrassed at himself.] I have been thinking about this since the gala. I realized I wanted more from you then.
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The man Kazuha had claimed wished him dead, that he'd met when vulnerable and felt nothing but feigned sympathy. When he looks back on that day he wonders if the man had been stalking him, the way he appeared from nowhere, creeping into the trees where he had gone to hide.
A friend to the samurai of more importance than he had first realized, and he can't say he's pleased. Only choosing to confess when Kazuha had already been lost. Did someone so insincere even care for the samurai or was it simply out of whatever hate he held towards him? Scaramouche isn't even sure of what he's done. They'd not met in Teyvat, nor had he been involved in anything to do with Mondstadt.
How much of the mortal's heart did the man hold? How much was left for him, unclaimed before his plans to confess today? Kazuha has wanted him for some time, but why did he need permission, or validation before acting on it?]
Why would that creep need to know that? What right does he have to know anything about me, or you.
[Scaramouche huffs against the other Inazuman's shoulder, shifting slightly in his grip before pushing his face further into the fabric as a kiss lands on his head. More poetry doesn't sound terrible, even as over exaggerated as Kazuha makes it, comparing want to something he needs to avoid an early grave.
To hear that the man has wanted this since the Gala is new, he recalls no indication of this when he was being forced to admit to his feelings. Saw nothing in when they met up since then, always being treated the same as he'd been since they got past the whole attack and theft.]
I won't stop you from reciting more poetry if that is what you want... But you never said anything. At the Gala or afterwards.
[This day not counting.]
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Perhaps he can coax some tolerance out of the immortal with time, as he doesn't believe the redhead would antagonize him.]
We'd been involved. He had a right to know there was someone else I'm interested in.
[Just as he'd told Scaramouche about this now.
His denial of seeing anything special about anything he does does sort of deflate him though. Kazuha lets out a sigh, his hand patting his slender back, and just pushes his face into the top of the other Inazuman's dark hair. He turns his eyes up, looking at the petals gently swaying in a light breeze.]
I was waiting for the plum blossoms. And wondering if you'd noticed. I hadn't really thought you interested.
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Scaramouche rubs his thumb against his fingers, trying to find his own words. There's little he can say, though he dislikes that the samurai bothered to tell the man, he understands his reasoning. Someone as kind as Kazuha was would be more inclined to care for the feelings of another. But did that mean that he was thought of as the superior choice? When the mortal offered his heart was it truly all of it?]
By your own words, he wants me dead. What need was there to mention my name at all?
[Had it been a similar situation to this, where he was asked directly who it was and because he cared for the man he felt no reason to avoid answering?
A few maples fall from the immortal's hair as Kazuha presses into it, the weight acting as a comfort though it doesn't entirely settle him, hand still nervously rubbing against itself. He had thought him uninterested, something he may have wanted to claim months ago, but couldn't have been able to do so after the Gala. Where he had been forced to admit to friendship he had also had the truth of his interest pulled from him - admitting he was interested in Kazuha before the two of them had a chance to run into each other.]
Then you're blind as well as stupid.
[The words are spoken softly, had the samurai not acted upon his own desires Scaramouche would never have pursued his own. Even with the uncomfortable thoughts, the painful feeling in his chest from knowing there is another, he can't ignore how it feels to be held. To be kissed by the moron that's captured so much of his thoughts.]
Waiting for the trees to blossom so you could court me, when your words are just as pretty.
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He doesn't. That was my-- I was frightened when you told me what you were doing in Inazuma. It shook me and I found myself morally conflicted. I had to make a decision.
[Kazuha exhales. This part is difficult for him to explain, but he hopes Scaramouche understands. There was a code that the samurai follows even as a ronin; his sense of justice is strong and any involvement with Delusions buckles it.]
I'd spoken to him about feeling concerned about growing closer to you before because of fearing this decision... I had to tell him I'd chosen to pursue you.
[Which also means he didn't share anything about what Scaramouche was doing in Inazuma either. While he doesn't think now that it would cause the nobleman to take immediate action, he doubts it really would help the tensions.
He wants to see Scaramouche's face again. He leans back slightly, trying to put some distance between his chest and the immortal's own so he can try and coax his head back up. He doesn't need to see his lips even to hear the quietest murmurs, but he likes seeing his eyes when they speak.]
You attempted to cut me out. I didn't know if my feelings were inappropriate. I thought to want anything more would absolutely mean I'd lose you from my life. I've lost many things, and I didn't want to lose you too.
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That the samurai was concerned about his actions in their homeland is something he already knows, something he's still yet to 'thank' the Traveler for. He can change his involvement, nor does he regret what he's done in the Fatui, but the other Inazuman is aware of that now, the man has made his decision.]
You're not the type to lie to me. Even if you think my actions detestable.
[Brows furrow as the samurai continues, explaining how his concern had caused him to seek out someone to console him? Offer advice? Something he doesn't quite understand. He doesn't particularly like it.]
You talk about me with him?
[Some distance is place between them and Scaramouche is forced to move his head away from the samurai's shoulder, indigo peering from behind dark lashes as he tries to steel himself to look up. His actions a few months ago had caused this, and he can't blame Kazuha for that.
Perhaps he owes more explanation on his actions back then.]
Don't be ridiculous. I thought... I didn't wish to lose someone else. With all the talk of time looping I thought distancing myself would make it so I stopped caring. It only made it hurt more.
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Of course I speak about you. You're a large part of my life and I... have not had many friends and loved ones before. I don't know the right decisions all the time.
[His cheeks flush a little, recalling a conversation he had not long ago with Vennessa. It actually slots nicely into the topic at hand, and his brows knit slightly in sympathy as he confesses this:]
Vennessa said my feelings were obvious and I was blind to think they were not returned.
[He cups his hand up under Scaramouche's chin, stroking the soft skin.]
I think we're both in agreement that we both don't want to lose each other.
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[It's surprising to hear that someone like Kazuha would be unaccustomed to many friends, those he cared for, given how friendly he happens to be. Scaramouche still recalls when they first met, before the samurai had realized what he was, just how pleasant and patient he was with him. Things haven't changed much, the other Inazuman seemed to fall right back into treating him that way as soon as their fight had been over.
Perhaps he had become more friendly, offering more of his time and holding onto him closer - physically so with how often they seem to hold hands - but the immortal can't see that as more than just a natural progression of their friendship. He's not sure just what Vennessa could see, but that woman was far from normal.]
She wasn't wrong - You are blind. But you weren't nearly as obvious as you thought and she claimed. You certainly never came onto me like anyone else has.
[Scaramouche forces himself to stop nervously rubbing at his fingers, hand lifting to rest against the samurai's wrist instead. Had there been anything Kazuha had done in attempts to show attraction in the previous months, it had easily gone over his head. Where the Harbinger is more accustomed to direct flirting, he's experienced his fair share of subtle as well, though even then humans were obvious.
That Kazuha wears the same smile majority of the time doesn't help, and he's so accustomed to the way he speaks, flowery poems and constantly appreciating the beauty of the world that he can't recall anything that's really stood out.
Before today he hadn't been looking, had no indication that he should be looking.
He glances up, leaning his head into the hand that holds him.]
Keeping you would be ideal. Foolish as it is... I want this.
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[The samurai knows that he's really buttering Scaramouche up, but with how low the others mood seems to have dipped, he hardly thinks spoiling him a little more would hurt. He presses a soft kiss against his temple, lingering there affectionately before he draws back again to look at him.]
Ah, would you have preferred it if I had come onto you?
[Now that is more overt flirting. He laughs a little, clearly meaning it as a joke.]
I was just trying to impress you and catch your notice. I suppose I failed if you didn't see I was attempting to groom better and spoil you.
[He tilts his head, looking fondly at him.]
I will attempt to give you nothing to regret.
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[But there are things he would rather the man not say - not that he expects him to say those things, however he knows there are things that could cause issue regardless of who happens to hear it. The Harbinger trusts the man to avoid such topics, even without the knowledge of what happened in his past to have caused him to close himself off for so long.
The option to tell Kazuha about it all lingers, but he's shown enough vulnerabilities already. To prove himself fragile would only cause the samurai to reconsider he thinks.
While Scaramouche offers up a faint smile at the kiss, his mood still seems slightly sombre.]
It would have made your desires clear.
[He can't find issue with the way things did play out, that Kazuha was a bit too subtle, that the man thought to wait until the plum blossoms bloomed to admit his feelings. It's all very like him. Sweet and sentimental. To say he's impressed might not be the correct choice of words, but all that's been done for him means plenty.]
Taking better care of yourself is hardly spoiling me.
[Attempting to avoid causing regret is all he can really ask for, though he knows it won't be simple. How many times already has he attempted to run from the samurai despite his feelings. How many confused emotions has he yet to dissect, bundled in with the bitterness and fear. The immortal can' promise he won't come to regret this, not when he questions himself already for the choice, but perhaps if he can focus on how much he wants, how he's willing to try to be close to another again, then things will be easier.]
See to it that you don't.
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[Kazuha places another kiss against Scaramouche's head. Like their kissing before, he finds it difficult to stop these little actions of affection now that he's been permitted to do them.]
But I desire you for more than your body. It isn't about that. It never was.
[He always recognized the immortal as a beautiful individual, but he was not attracted to him immediately. Maybe it was that his heart was still tangled in grief, chasing a memory. Knowing his beloved new partner he would likely focus on the wrong part of that blunt knowledge.
Instead, he just smiles again, his fingers gently stroking his other cheek as he turns innocent and sweet eyes on the other Inazuman. He knows absolutely what he's doing-- turning his gentle side on the other to beg for affection.]
I will have to be more obvious then. I think I am starving without your kisses.
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If you want to lose all your friends, by all means.
[It's not difficult to understand that the other Inazuman didn't desire him solely for his looks alone, he's seen the man flirt with others, knows if it was purely physical he would have taken his chances with him already. Kazuha has never flirted with him in that manner - at least not sober.
His own desires, though he hasn't voiced much of them, fall somewhere similar. Craving who the samurai was rather than his appearance, even as pleasant as he was to look at.]
Tell me then, if not my looks what do you desire?
[The immortal leans into the touch a bit more, eyeing the samurai expectantly as though he's waiting to hear the most disgustingly honeyed explanation possible. He can see the hint, that subtle request for a kiss as his eyes fall to the man's lips. Considering.
There's much that still needs to be worked out, shuffled into neat little boxes and perhaps pushed into the recesses of his mind. It won't be easy, the relationship, the information that Kazuha had dropped on him afterwards, the feelings of dread. But he can tell what the samurai is attempting right now - at least he thinks he does - attempting to pull him into thoughts a bit lighter.
He leans in, face close yet not enough for their lips to touch.]
Perhaps I should let you starve then. You haven't really proven yourself deserving.
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[Kazuha sounds very smug and certain with himself when he insists that, tipping his chin up as the smile spreads across his lips. He doesn't really have many friends to brag to in such a way, but he can tease about it hypothetically. He likes to think, if Beidou was still in Nippon, she would be happy for him. Venn would be happy for them.
Aether maybe would not, which is something that's been gnawing at Kazuha for a bit.
He can't linger on worrying about what others think of him. What matters right now was what Scaramouche thinks of him, and it seemed that he already was growing an appetite for his praise and attention. It's fortunate that Kazuha is more than willing to give it-- pouting just a bit as he's denied further kisses.]
Not wealth or fame or beauty is what I desire. It's the way my spirit raises when I hear the bells on your hat. It's how the scent of you on my futon makes me crave you in your absence. It's your smile. Your teasing. Your lectures, as exhausting as they can be.
[He laughs a little at that, his own smile impossibly fond. His hand slips away from the immortal's face and instead drops down, sliding around his back to lace his fingers behind him in a loose embrace.]
Maybe I like the challenge. Even love would be boring if it was always easy.
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Not something to dwell on now or ever. What did he care for what the other Inazuman's friends thought of him.
There's far more pressing things to allow his mind to focus on - the over indulgent words Kazuha puts forth of how he feels about him. How the man's far too heightened senses let him know when he's coming, where he's been. The little things he's noticed about him and the aspects of him most would not find favourable. All said far too fondly, too sentimental, though affection he'd left space to hear, the mortal doing exactly as he asked.
The smile on his face grows a little stronger, leaning in impossibly closer that even the slightest tilt would cause their lips to brush.]
Do words like that often get you what you want?
[His gaze shifts up to look at the samurai proper - focusing on this, as they are now makes it easier to breathe. Forget his worries. Hearing how the man desires his presence, how it's not his looks responsible as it so often is when people take interest in him. It makes him feel warm, not that he'd ever say such a thing.]
Because honestly Kazuha, I've yet to be wooed.
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Ah, what happened to the cute Scaramouche that was kissing me so hard I almost died?
['Almost died' is an exaggeration. Kazuha thinks he's being cute, teasing him back like that. He thinks if he wanted, he could probably just tip the other man over back onto the ground. Playfully, he tests this theory, loosening his hands to take away the other man's support in his lap, but he slips his hands back around him before he can drop far.
He dips his head, looking at him through the curtain of pale lashes and white hair, his ruby eyes wanting and warm. Kazuha leans in, nosing against his cheek, and then places a soft little kiss there.]
Hard to impress... I'm just a modest ronin. You're making do so much work.
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So I'm only cute if I'm kissing you? Maybe I should have killed you.
[Their first kiss or rather kisses had been somewhat of a mess of emotions, the immortal's mind trying to work through things he never thought he would have needed to even consider. That intense need has settled since, the more serious conversation following it having helped in those matters, though the feeling not quelled entirely.
A warning glance is cast towards the samurai as he finds himself slipping back, only to be caught a moment later. Arms slip back around Kazuha's neck as a means to anchor himself from any further retaliation.]
If I had no standards you would have lost your chance with me long ago.
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You've only been my boyfriend for twenty minutes and you're already wishing me dead?
[He turns his head, pressing a kiss to the shell of the other Inazuman's ear. If he wouldn't kiss him, then he'd get his fill pressing kisses to his skin instead. Kazuha is generally warm, but his displays of affection were usually much more subdued; that the desire to kiss, hold, and touch the other hasn't quelled for him just speaks for the excitement still coursing through his nervous system.
He laughs a little, light and airy, and then finally relents in his endless affection again.]
You think so? Or maybe we would have gotten here sooner.
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[Could someone even be killed in such a manner? Scaramouche thinks not. Even with the samurai's need to breathe where he had no such limitations, he can't imagine actual harm coming from the act unless he was actually attempting to do so - something so far from his thoughts. And as the other Inazuman said, they've only been in a relationship for such a short time, would be quite a shame to end it so soon.
Boyfriends. It makes him smile hearing it, feeling wanted.
It's concerning at just how easily he slips into a state of comfort, pulled close as Kazuha runs a hand against his back. As he kisses his ear, drawing a content sigh out of him, and the immortal finds himself gently tugging at stray hair no longer bound into the bun. He holds no qualms, no interest in the samurai ever stopping his little bouts of affection.]
That depends. Would you have done anything differently?
[Scaramouche can't see himself noticing Kazuha's flirting, the man's attempts to attract his attention if he'd done things the same way. It wasn't as though it had been his standards stopping them from this before, more confusing emotions and little idea that he was cared about in such a way. He knows now because the samurai finally decided to take his chances, had he not he doesn't doubt that he would still be unaware of the feelings towards him.
Friendship was new and confusing, attraction and want even more so, Kazuha's subtlety only helping to mask it all.]
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It might be the most pleasant death I could ask for, but perhaps we should wait on that, don't you think?
[There's mud on Scaramouche's kimono, and he tries flecking some of it off as he considers the question. Had the immortal's standards been lower, would he have missed his chance entirely? Kazuha imagines the whole reason why he had to work so hard for the other man's affections was due to this.
A few more strands fall loose from his bun as his hair is played with again, and he gives Scaramouche a fond sigh. All that work into impressing him... At least it seems to have paid off.]
I might have thought you interested sooner. I wasn't even sure even this morning.
[Kazuha had said as much to Scaramouche as they'd gotten changed. There had been no intimacy between them, and with the doll's skittishness regarding close relationships, he had still thought there was a good chance it would end poorly.
He leans in, nuzzling his nose into Scaramouche's neck.]
I'm glad I took a-- [He cuts himself off, listening for a moment. He thought he heard a scuff of feet, and after a moment, he is certain it's someone else walking along the path.]
There is someone coming this way.
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The samurai lives - from this particular teasing - for now.]
I suppose I'd like to have you for longer than a few minutes.
[Eyes shut as the samurai pushes into his neck, Scaramouche taking a moment to simply soak in the small acts of affection, the uncertainties that both of them shared though far more pronounced on Kazuha's end. It's interesting to hear about just how long the other man has liked him, has been trying to catch his attention. More so that he would go out of his way to ensure that his confession met to standards he believed he would prefer.
While the immortal can't say for sure, had things been different on his end, if he would have noticed sooner he still doesn't think so. As he considers for a moment longer he allows himself to tug free some more strands of white hair, the samurai's tidiness long past.]
Perhaps. I could easily have become interested in someone else, but it's hardly my standards that stopped my notice. You meet them normally. That you would go through all of this effort for me... Well, they may be higher now.
[They definitely endeared Kazuha to him more, though he doesn't expect this kind of treatment all the time - a relationship or not. Higher standards in certain situations. Higher standards that he likely would forget with how the mortal has carved out a place in his life, essentially forcing Scaramouche to craft ones based around him as they began to grow closer.
The mention of someone coming up the path has Scaramouche heaving a sigh, reluctantly pulling his hands away as he leans back enough to push himself free from Kazuha's hold and slide out of his lap. He knows they no longer look their best, hair out of place, covered in dirt. All that before the mark the samurai had decided to place on him. This wasn't something they could hide, but he has little intent of putting on a show for any of the neighbours - even if they all seemed to know what Kazuha had taken him out for.]
Very well. Think they'll notice anything happened?
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Are you certain they aren't actually low then? [A small tease, at his own expense.]
[The loss of the other man's weight and warmth makes him miss it already, but being caught as they had been might have been worse. As Scaramouche moves away, the samurai's eyes travel his body from head to toe, settling eventually on the cherry mark he left on the other's neck. He smiles, though a pink blush warms his cheeks.]
Oh. Definitely.
[He tilts his head, loose hair slipping down his shoulder, his smile impish and not the least bit sorry.]
We're dirty, it's very suspicious. However, it could be worse.
[They could have gotten far messier.
Kazuha can't resist; as he shifts to get his feet under him, he briefly, leans forward, touching Scaramouche's cheek and turning his head so he can steal a kiss from his lips by pure element of surprise. He pulls back, chuckling to himself, his eyes narrowed with pleasure and delight.]
Would you like to go home now, or sit longer under the trees?
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