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[ this was one of the few times that he truly hated what he was. when he knew that there was so much more that could be between them if only he wasn't a demon, if only he hadn't done whatever he had done all those millennia ago to be punished like this.

but then again, this proved that it was punishment.

humming, Rook takes the brush and eyes the paints, smile on his lips.]

Mmm, I do. Not so bad losing to you though.

[seafoamed]

[ The way his body sunk against Rook's should have clued him into how much they were playing with the balance between them. The want so strong it ached deep within him but far stronger than just a physical need. If it only existed on a physical level he could overcome it and push it away but he longed for more. He wanted everything with Rook and couldn't have it.

They couldn't be one another's and it hurt so badly. ]

That's cute. I can't help it I'm just a winner. Now, come on. Paint something. Wow me.

[nunchii]

[ Rook knows that he shouldn't toy with this, with the emotions that are here. it is unfair to both of them, but even more so Kai. and yet--]

Mm, I suppose you can't help that. Now, to painting!

[ the demon hums and looks between the paints and the canvas, tongue between his teeth as he grabs some white and some blue and begins to drag the colours across the canvas. it is clear that, while he might not be in the best position to paint, he certainly isn't inexperienced with the movement of it.]

[seafoamed]

[ The ache hollowed out the insides of his heart, splattering the contents at the feet and yet even with all the longing and everything else, he stayed. He stayed because having anything of Rook meant more than having nothing at all. If it was only physical, it would be so much easier to quell and move past but the longing rested deeper than just skin moving against skin. It roamed along into the terrority or what could be, a possibility of something meaningful.

But he saw sides of Rook he knew no one else did. And he saw all that he could be. More than lust. More than a vessel for desires.

His eyes followed the movements of the paints, his body sinking more against Rook's as nearly a natural response to their closer proximity. ]

You've been holding out on me, Rook. It's beautiful already. When you finish I'll hang it on the wall.