[ there are moments when Rook is completely terrified by the emotions that bubble up in his chest, that curl around his spine and make a home in his bones, when he thinks about Jiho. there is something almost warning when he feels those bursts of happiness because this is too good, too much, for a creature like him. he is not enough for this, for Jiho, even when the other tells him over and over (proves to him over and over) that it is. Jiho accepts him, fucking loves him and everything that he is, despite the gilded collar around Rook's neck. despite the fact that Rook can never be faithful.
despite the fact that Rook will always have to answer the call of a summoning no matter how much he wants to stay.
today was one of those days, where he was completely floored by the luck, the love, that he found. that he had. Jiho had left him a post it note on the pillow, a heart and a scribble of 'love you' that Rook is going to put in a goddamned frame in the Louvre if he can thank you very much. he has plans to spend the morning lounging around, maybe going to ask Minsu how to make something like strawberry shortcake cupcakes for Jiho. he manages the first but--
the second in interrupted by the weird tug in his gut, the curling and prickling feeling of being summoned but-- it never fully manifests. it ends up being an itch beneath Rook's skin for the morning, pulls his concentration away from Minsu's easy words and bright smile (understanding when Rook shakes his head and apologizes, says he will try again tomorrow). ends with Rook in the shower with flickers of gold beneath his skin and a pull to his lips as he tries to ignore the feeling.
which is where Jiho find him, standing under the warm water as if that might wash the feeling away.
(it doesn't, doesn't even come close. but the kiss between his shoulder blades? that feels like absolution.)]
Mmm, I think I can handle that should the need arise. [ leaning back a little Rook hums and moves his hands over Jiho's, tangling their fingers together. the other being close to him has him melting a little, has the tension that was under his skin slipping away.
Rook tips his head to the side, smiles over his shoulder at Jiho.] Find the yarn you were looking for, darling?
[ give him a moment to figure something is off, that his bones are shaking in the confines of his skin not because he is in love but because his name, his true name, is right there, etched with life and blood into skin.]
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despite the fact that Rook will always have to answer the call of a summoning no matter how much he wants to stay.
today was one of those days, where he was completely floored by the luck, the love, that he found. that he had. Jiho had left him a post it note on the pillow, a heart and a scribble of 'love you' that Rook is going to put in a goddamned frame in the Louvre if he can thank you very much. he has plans to spend the morning lounging around, maybe going to ask Minsu how to make something like strawberry shortcake cupcakes for Jiho. he manages the first but--
the second in interrupted by the weird tug in his gut, the curling and prickling feeling of being summoned but-- it never fully manifests. it ends up being an itch beneath Rook's skin for the morning, pulls his concentration away from Minsu's easy words and bright smile (understanding when Rook shakes his head and apologizes, says he will try again tomorrow). ends with Rook in the shower with flickers of gold beneath his skin and a pull to his lips as he tries to ignore the feeling.
which is where Jiho find him, standing under the warm water as if that might wash the feeling away.
(it doesn't, doesn't even come close. but the kiss between his shoulder blades? that feels like absolution.)]
Mmm, I think I can handle that should the need arise. [ leaning back a little Rook hums and moves his hands over Jiho's, tangling their fingers together. the other being close to him has him melting a little, has the tension that was under his skin slipping away.
Rook tips his head to the side, smiles over his shoulder at Jiho.] Find the yarn you were looking for, darling?
[ give him a moment to figure something is off, that his bones are shaking in the confines of his skin not because he is in love but because his name, his true name, is right there, etched with life and blood into skin.]