[rook is beautiful. jiho can see and appreciate that, even if he doesn't think anything will ever match his smile. the pull of the demon's lips and the light that shines in his eyes with it...does things to him.
he's seen most of his body. ironically more when they first met than in the past weeks. this is a line he's okay crossing with him. honestly, he'd be okay crossing others with him too. rook is learning him more and more every day, understands that jiho's threads of lust or lack thereof aren't a reflection of any shortcomings in him. jiho isn't sure that anyone else would understand that. but there's a middle ground where their desires can meet.
he catches rook's shirt with a laugh, dropping it alongside his own shirt before he finishes undressing. his body is pale and slender, beautiful in its own way and far from what one would imagine the build of an assassin to be. that's worked in his favor more than once.
so has his speed, which he streaks into the shallows with.]
[ it has been so long since Rook felt free like this. felt like he could laugh without a care, could strip down to skin and not feel heavy eyes on his skin. Jiho isn't like that, but he still cares. so much. more than anyone else. Rook never questions that, hasn't in a long while. so when Jiho strips down, bares long lean lines of pale skin, Rook focuses on the laughter that spills from his lips, the happiness that is curling at the corner of his eyes.
that is beautiful to him.
(Jiho is beautiful to him, always, any way. stripped bare like this in the ocean breeze or covered in blood or an oversized hoodie.)
Rook could vanish out of his pants, could just appear in the water with a thought, but that's too much like cheating. the demon might trip over his pants with a laugh as he tries to catch up to Jiho, his shout of betrayal at the jeans clinging to his ankles.]
I knew I should have worn my other pants! [ you know the other ones, the ones that aren't really anything at all. ] Never should have said dessert!
[ he is still laughing as he splashes into the water behind Jiho though, wrapping an arm around his waist and swinging the assassin around with his smile pressed against the curve of Jiho's neck.]
[jiho can't remember the last time he felt this light. happy. this is something only other people get, certainly not him. certainly not a killer. how can such a person be made to feel innocent again.
jiho laughs back at him, playfully mocking as the water splashes along his shins. but rook catches him as quickly as he'd hoped, spinning him around so that jiho can press his body against the demon's.]
You don't need dessert anyway. You have me, right?
[candy crush. he pulls him in deeper, his heart pounding, remind him that he's alive.
that he loves someone.
jiho smiles and pushes him back, using rook's body like his own personal raft.]
[ and his smile is probably enough to light up the whole sky at this point, because fuck he is so lucky. so goddamned lucky to hear Jiho reaffirm that, that he has the other. Rook presses a quick kiss to his lips, more smile than kiss, before he is laughing again and falling back into the water.
it is so easy to be like this, carefree and adoring with Jiho next to him, winding around him, and salt water in his hair. it makes him happy, so fucking happy. ]
Mmm, did I look at what? You? Because I hate to break it to you love, but every time you're in my vicinity I'm looking at you.
[ the words are easy and honest, the way Rook tries to be. the look he gives Jiho though is nothing short of adoring.]
[never have those words been said with such unabashed affection, jiho's laughter wrapped around them. rook's words make him sound like he's full of shit, and there was a time when jiho that he was.
but that was a time before he appeared at jiho's side in a flash, worry on his face. a time before he saw the demon blushing by candlelight, and taste marinara on his lips until he just tasted his lips.
it's convenient that the sweet, open look that rook gives him makes jiho want to drop his head. he can kiss across his chest that way, up his neck. rook's mouth his his favorite, but there's not an inch of his skin that isn't warm and special to jiho.]
[ again, there is just bright laughter at that, the demon leaning in close to press a kiss to the top of his head.]
Mmm, truth though.
[ and it really is, he always finds himself caught up in the other when he is near, no matter what he is doing. honestly, Rook might look like he is napping a lot of the time when he is around the other but-- well he might be watching the assassin more often than not. noting the way his face shifts while reading, or the way is slowly relaxes as he starts to doze.
but Jiho smiling, bright and carefree, has to be Rook's favourite look.]
No. No it isn't. [ a kiss, soft and sure as Rook curls his arms tighter around Jiho.] You deserve to be happy, Ji. And I don't know why I make you happy, I really don't, but I will do everything I can to make sure you are happy for as long as possible.
[jiho doesn't doubt it. the world is a dangerous, deceitful place, and somehow he's managed to find the single safe, honest space in it. which just happens to overlap with being in rook's arms, so win-win honestly.]
I believe you.
[jiho does the same, honestly. it started long before he was ready to admit, stolen glances at the demon. an ache inside of him whenever rook would smile at him so honestly and jiho couldn't accept it. when he would force himself away.]
Hey. You wanna know something I haven't told anyone? [he smiles slightly, leaning against rook a little more.] I can't swim.
[and. he's out there where he can't touch bottom, with only rook to keep him up.]
[ this is peaceful, Rook thinks, to be out here with the sun on his skin and the sea wrapped around him and Jiho right next to him with so much trust in his gaze. he kind of wishes they could just-- stay in the moment here. suspended in time.
if only he could.]
Hmm?
[ he might be thinking about how cute Jiho is here, how calm it all is.
so of course that has to be shattered because--]
Fuck, what? You can't-- [ Rook looks from Jiho who is sprawled along him and the beach that is so far away and... holy fuck.
you are a goddamned menace Jiho. Rook is pretty sure that his heart is in his throat right now as he tightens his grip. ] You are fucking insane, you know that? Shit.
[let the surface of the water carry his laughter all the way back to the beach. it's not cruel, he's not trying to make life any harder for rook. he's safe with him, he knows and believes that. he wants the demon to know and believe it too.
he's just happy, the sound bright from it.]
It just makes me wish there was an island close enough for you to swim us to.
[ he is laughing still as he holds Jiho tight, trying to see just how far they are from shore and-- well maybe he is more than a little distracted at how fucking happy Jiho sounds when he laughs. the way his whole face lights up with a glow that could rival the sun above them.
yeah he agrees, an island where the two of them could lay in the sand and watch the sun go down with no chance of being interrupted.
he is still shaken, from the trust more than anything, but Rook doesn't immediately head back to shore. he is all the more aware of everything though,from the soft waves to the way Jiho's damp hair sticks to his forehead.
don't mind the soft kiss you get.]
Mmm, a personal island huh, that could be amazing.
[if rook pays attention, he'll notice that he's the only one who gets to see this side of jiho, at least to this extreme. he's still learning to make himself accessible to the house at large. but rook, there is something in jiho that belongs to the demon alone.
he's also glad that rook doesn't immediately start maneuvering them back to dry land, just accepting the trust that jiho is putting in him. his life is in his hands...he's put his life in rook's hands, and while he's a little shocked at himself that he ever managed to do such a thing, he's also happy about his choice.
like this, in the middle of the water, it really is like there's only the two of them. the next best thing to a desert island. rook is his island.]
I could climb the trees for pineapples and coconuts. Some of those pants of yours would make good fishing nets. That's about all they were good for.
[ Rook does pay attention, knows that he has been gifted something beautiful, amazing, with this trust. with Jiho in general. which is why he only holds on to the other more tightly, kisses him more softly, and vows to do whatever he can to be worthy of this.
with a laugh, Rook tips his head back into the water, squints at the sky and the sun and thinks about how dull it looks compared to Jiho.]
Hey now, those pants are comfortable okay! [ he doesn't wear them as often now, not just because Jiho likes to make fun of them, but because of what they stand for. what they represent to Rook. ] But you're right, we might even be able to weave a few together with some leaves to make a hammock. That would be the life, you and me with the sun and an infinite supply of pineapples.
[ mainly just the you and him part though. ]
You know, I don't think I have had coconuts in like... decades.
[jiho lifts his head to squint at him. it's as much the "decades" part as anything. sometimes he forgets.]
You look good for your age. [he smirks and settles down again, closing his eye against the bright sun for a moment to imagine it: the two of them swaying in a hammock, one pressed against the other's side. it's not so different from the two of them in jiho's bed in the attic, only the scenery changes. the important part stays the same.]
I'll get you a coconut. [he promises quietly. and then, just because:] Is it true that pineapple makes come taste better?
[ Rook just hums a little and smiles at Jiho, content to not think too hard on coconuts and when he last ate them, but more wrapped up in how nice it was to be here with him. how Jiho was bright and warm.
there might be a snort of laughter though as he runs his hands through Jiho's wet hair, curling and pressing against the base of neck.]
Mmm, thanks. It's all the napping I do. [ or something. ] I would love a coconut though. I think? Dunno, are they hard to get? And honestly, nothing makes come taste better, unless you just naturally like the taste. There are no improvements to be found for that. Sorry, Ji.
[he's not a demon or a hellhound. he can't snap his fingers and have a coconut appear, or teleport to some tropical island where they grown and back again. but jiho is resourceful. he's talented. and there are people who would get their hands on a coconut one way or another in exchange for those talents.
he's closed his eyes while rook plays with his hair, but there's mischief in them when he opens them again.]
I never had a problem with it. [he probably shouldn't, but it's not really a tease. he's pretty sure he'll get a taste of rook's at some point.] It always went down easy.
[ there is a flicker of concern there, because Rook doesn't want to think about what Jiho would have to do in order to acquire a coconut. then again, he doesn't have to think about it much longer anyway because then he is choking a little and flailing a bit, water everywhere as he splashes and clings to Jiho a little more.
maybe there is a flush on his face, maybe that is the sun. who knows.]
That-- you are something else, wow. [ fondness and adoration and devotion in equal measures. sun warm lips against Jiho's temple.]
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he's seen most of his body. ironically more when they first met than in the past weeks. this is a line he's okay crossing with him. honestly, he'd be okay crossing others with him too. rook is learning him more and more every day, understands that jiho's threads of lust or lack thereof aren't a reflection of any shortcomings in him. jiho isn't sure that anyone else would understand that. but there's a middle ground where their desires can meet.
he catches rook's shirt with a laugh, dropping it alongside his own shirt before he finishes undressing. his body is pale and slender, beautiful in its own way and far from what one would imagine the build of an assassin to be. that's worked in his favor more than once.
so has his speed, which he streaks into the shallows with.]
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that is beautiful to him.
(Jiho is beautiful to him, always, any way. stripped bare like this in the ocean breeze or covered in blood or an oversized hoodie.)
Rook could vanish out of his pants, could just appear in the water with a thought, but that's too much like cheating. the demon might trip over his pants with a laugh as he tries to catch up to Jiho, his shout of betrayal at the jeans clinging to his ankles.]
I knew I should have worn my other pants! [ you know the other ones, the ones that aren't really anything at all. ] Never should have said dessert!
[ he is still laughing as he splashes into the water behind Jiho though, wrapping an arm around his waist and swinging the assassin around with his smile pressed against the curve of Jiho's neck.]
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jiho laughs back at him, playfully mocking as the water splashes along his shins. but rook catches him as quickly as he'd hoped, spinning him around so that jiho can press his body against the demon's.]
You don't need dessert anyway. You have me, right?
[candy crush. he pulls him in deeper, his heart pounding, remind him that he's alive.
that he loves someone.
jiho smiles and pushes him back, using rook's body like his own personal raft.]
Be honest, did you look?
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[ and his smile is probably enough to light up the whole sky at this point, because fuck he is so lucky. so goddamned lucky to hear Jiho reaffirm that, that he has the other. Rook presses a quick kiss to his lips, more smile than kiss, before he is laughing again and falling back into the water.
it is so easy to be like this, carefree and adoring with Jiho next to him, winding around him, and salt water in his hair. it makes him happy, so fucking happy. ]
Mmm, did I look at what? You? Because I hate to break it to you love, but every time you're in my vicinity I'm looking at you.
[ the words are easy and honest, the way Rook tries to be. the look he gives Jiho though is nothing short of adoring.]
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[never have those words been said with such unabashed affection, jiho's laughter wrapped around them. rook's words make him sound like he's full of shit, and there was a time when jiho that he was.
but that was a time before he appeared at jiho's side in a flash, worry on his face. a time before he saw the demon blushing by candlelight, and taste marinara on his lips until he just tasted his lips.
it's convenient that the sweet, open look that rook gives him makes jiho want to drop his head. he can kiss across his chest that way, up his neck. rook's mouth his his favorite, but there's not an inch of his skin that isn't warm and special to jiho.]
Is this too good to be true?
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Mmm, truth though.
[ and it really is, he always finds himself caught up in the other when he is near, no matter what he is doing. honestly, Rook might look like he is napping a lot of the time when he is around the other but-- well he might be watching the assassin more often than not. noting the way his face shifts while reading, or the way is slowly relaxes as he starts to doze.
but Jiho smiling, bright and carefree, has to be Rook's favourite look.]
No. No it isn't. [ a kiss, soft and sure as Rook curls his arms tighter around Jiho.] You deserve to be happy, Ji. And I don't know why I make you happy, I really don't, but I will do everything I can to make sure you are happy for as long as possible.
[ forever. Rook means forever. ]
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I believe you.
[jiho does the same, honestly. it started long before he was ready to admit, stolen glances at the demon. an ache inside of him whenever rook would smile at him so honestly and jiho couldn't accept it. when he would force himself away.]
Hey. You wanna know something I haven't told anyone? [he smiles slightly, leaning against rook a little more.] I can't swim.
[and. he's out there where he can't touch bottom, with only rook to keep him up.]
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if only he could.]
Hmm?
[ he might be thinking about how cute Jiho is here, how calm it all is.
so of course that has to be shattered because--]
Fuck, what? You can't-- [ Rook looks from Jiho who is sprawled along him and the beach that is so far away and... holy fuck.
you are a goddamned menace Jiho. Rook is pretty sure that his heart is in his throat right now as he tightens his grip. ] You are fucking insane, you know that? Shit.
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[let the surface of the water carry his laughter all the way back to the beach. it's not cruel, he's not trying to make life any harder for rook. he's safe with him, he knows and believes that. he wants the demon to know and believe it too.
he's just happy, the sound bright from it.]
It just makes me wish there was an island close enough for you to swim us to.
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[ he is laughing still as he holds Jiho tight, trying to see just how far they are from shore and-- well maybe he is more than a little distracted at how fucking happy Jiho sounds when he laughs. the way his whole face lights up with a glow that could rival the sun above them.
yeah he agrees, an island where the two of them could lay in the sand and watch the sun go down with no chance of being interrupted.
he is still shaken, from the trust more than anything, but Rook doesn't immediately head back to shore. he is all the more aware of everything though,from the soft waves to the way Jiho's damp hair sticks to his forehead.
don't mind the soft kiss you get.]
Mmm, a personal island huh, that could be amazing.
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he's also glad that rook doesn't immediately start maneuvering them back to dry land, just accepting the trust that jiho is putting in him. his life is in his hands...he's put his life in rook's hands, and while he's a little shocked at himself that he ever managed to do such a thing, he's also happy about his choice.
like this, in the middle of the water, it really is like there's only the two of them. the next best thing to a desert island. rook is his island.]
I could climb the trees for pineapples and coconuts. Some of those pants of yours would make good fishing nets. That's about all they were good for.
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with a laugh, Rook tips his head back into the water, squints at the sky and the sun and thinks about how dull it looks compared to Jiho.]
Hey now, those pants are comfortable okay! [ he doesn't wear them as often now, not just because Jiho likes to make fun of them, but because of what they stand for. what they represent to Rook. ] But you're right, we might even be able to weave a few together with some leaves to make a hammock. That would be the life, you and me with the sun and an infinite supply of pineapples.
[ mainly just the you and him part though. ]
You know, I don't think I have had coconuts in like... decades.
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[jiho lifts his head to squint at him. it's as much the "decades" part as anything. sometimes he forgets.]
You look good for your age. [he smirks and settles down again, closing his eye against the bright sun for a moment to imagine it: the two of them swaying in a hammock, one pressed against the other's side. it's not so different from the two of them in jiho's bed in the attic, only the scenery changes. the important part stays the same.]
I'll get you a coconut. [he promises quietly. and then, just because:] Is it true that pineapple makes come taste better?
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there might be a snort of laughter though as he runs his hands through Jiho's wet hair, curling and pressing against the base of neck.]
Mmm, thanks. It's all the napping I do. [ or something. ] I would love a coconut though. I think? Dunno, are they hard to get? And honestly, nothing makes come taste better, unless you just naturally like the taste. There are no improvements to be found for that. Sorry, Ji.
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[he's not a demon or a hellhound. he can't snap his fingers and have a coconut appear, or teleport to some tropical island where they grown and back again. but jiho is resourceful. he's talented. and there are people who would get their hands on a coconut one way or another in exchange for those talents.
he's closed his eyes while rook plays with his hair, but there's mischief in them when he opens them again.]
I never had a problem with it. [he probably shouldn't, but it's not really a tease. he's pretty sure he'll get a taste of rook's at some point.] It always went down easy.
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maybe there is a flush on his face, maybe that is the sun. who knows.]
That-- you are something else, wow. [ fondness and adoration and devotion in equal measures. sun warm lips against Jiho's temple.]