[ 'thank you' gets stuck somewhere in Rook's throat as he presses his lips to Jiho's spine, knowing that he means what he says about being careful. knows that he does not make promises lightly. and Rook knows that he cannot make Jiho promise to stop, not now. not yet (maybe never, but Rook hopes that one day they will be safe enough, that the world will be different enough, that he can dream). for now-- more careful is enough.]
I'm-- what? I mean, I know I'm luckier than any other being on this planet. [ and you bet your ass he is going to be as cheesy as fuck as he gives the assassin a pointed look.] I have you, so--
[ and yeah, maybe Rook kisses a little harder, a little deeper, smile blinding and bright when the kiss breaks to nose along the lines of Jiho's cheeks. there is a content noise in the back of his throat as he watches the other between heavy lidded eyes. he feels-- languid. a little hazy. almost like he might if his powers were in effect but not quiet because he still feels like himself.]
Hmmm, maybe. Usually... usually a bonding happens because someone wants... well they want my abilities. [ his body; lust and desire and dripping in gold. ] But your intention was... pure? I don't know what that means for my powers though.
[ a pause ]
Are you-- fuck, you've never seen me in my demonic form have you. Shit, I'm sorry.
You are pretty fucking lucky. Men look like they could eat me alive when I walk into a bar.
[jiho smiles at him, only semi-serious. he thinks that they're both lucky, with this strange bond of theirs, giving each other what they really needed. it's funny how people know all the best cuts of meat, but they'll willingly overlook the best parts of a person. neither of them wear their best parts on the outside.]
And you do have me. [he adds, a little quieter. rook could put his name on his skin too if he wanted, drape over him in public and tell it to the world. jiho's bothered by none of it, because it's just the truth.] Pure. That's me. I have been wearing white more lately.
[actually...he has, and jiho knows why. white is rook's color, for him. he won't spill blood when he's wearing white.]
Whatever it is with your powers now, we'll figure it- [he stops, brows lifting at rook's sudden apology.] For what? You're still you. I don't give a shit if you have horns and cloven hooves, you'd still be keeping my back warm tonight.
[ and men might just vanish off the face of the earth if they do that when Rook in in the vicinity because-- well, he isn't prone to violence but there are always exceptions. and he is well aware that Jiho will always be an exception for him, always be what he wants to protect in his own way. so he doesn't respond but well maybe he presses a little closer.
thinks of how it is his name on Jiho's skin and no one else's.]
And you have me, always. [ the words are soft, truthful, and maybe there is a tremor beneath them because Jiho keeps talking and being so reassuring and fuckfuckfuck he is -- this is--
there is movement where Rook shifts them so that Jiho is pushed back into the pillows of the bed and the demon is curled up, half on top of him and half next to him, face pressed (hidden) in the crook of his neck. ]
I love you. Fuck, so much. [ a kiss against Jiho's heartbeat.] This is-- more or less it, the gold takes up more room, and the wings are heavier usually but...
[rook needn't trouble himself with doing it, not when there isn't a man alive who jiho wouldn't knife on the demon's request. a big part of that comes from knowing his gentleness: if rook wanted someone dead, there'd be no doubt in jiho's mind that they deserved it.
there's trust between them in other ways too, the way that jiho moves so willingly when rook turns their bodies. the assassin curls his arm around his head, the better to play with his hair while holding him close. he lets those words sink under his skin, deeper than the brand itself, warming him versus the burn of it. he loves him too. he's told rook that, hopes he really believes it. hopes he knows it even better than he knows the name that jiho carries too now.]
Does any of it hurt? Are you uncomfortable in any way?
[ there is a thought there that, even if he were to be doused in holy oil, to be branded with the blade of a seraph right now, he would not feel the pain for Jiho's arms around him. there is nothing more important, more calming, than that familiar heartbeat in his ears and the cadence of Jiho's voice as it resonates in his chest. he would carry the weight of these useless wings a thousand times over if it meant Jiho would stay here with him a little longer.]
No, not really. It's-- [a tremor, gold shining a little brighter and curling along the tendons of Rook's neck, a flare of something tangible in the wings as the seem to flutter as best as solid gold wings can.] It's what I am, truly now. Gilded and a little useless but for show.
[ he doesn't mean for the familiar bitterness to taint his words, but it is so much a part of this form that it just seeps into his words. he realizes, too late, what it sounds like.]
It's just-- the wings are heavy. But flightless. [ an echo of a smile. ] Irony I suppose. You don't-- you really don't mind it at all?
[jiho's angry at those words too. rook isn't useless, he's not for show. he's achieved the impossible, and he didn't do it with his body. it was all his heart. if anyone else said something like that about rook, it would be the last thing that they ever said.]
I don't mind. [honest. quiet. a bit of softness meant only for rook. he slides his hand gently against one of the wings.] I'm sorry that they're heavy. If I can do anything to make them lighter, tell me, okay?
[ maybe he is more than a fancy show dog now, but that is what he had been for so long, there is still much of that lingering in him despite Jiho burning most of it away. burns even more of it away as Jiho's fingers move slowly against the edges of the feathers, wings trembling as if they wanted to flare and press closer.
Rook shivers and swallows down a noise, eyes closed for a moment before he looks up at the assassin with something a little dazed and pleased flickering in his eyes.]
Already are, love. It's-- weird? Nice. Feels good when you touch them. [ feels good whenever Jiho touches him, but this is strange because there is part of Rook that feels like he should be more physical. that there should be more happening, more wantneedlustdesire pulsing through him, but there is just love and adoration and contentment.
his eyes slide closed again, more tremors passing through him and quiet noises on his lips.] It's weird because it's-- you don't want more? Just want me happy and I don't know what to make of that.
[ he is never in this state with someone who wants him to be happy. Rook can feel that much, whether that was the binding or just his powers at play, he doesn't know. doesn't care actually, he just wants to make sure that Jiho knows how much this is okay. how much he already is doing for him. Rook presses a kiss to Jiho's skin, keeps his lips pressed there as he smiles and speaks.]
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I'm-- what? I mean, I know I'm luckier than any other being on this planet. [ and you bet your ass he is going to be as cheesy as fuck as he gives the assassin a pointed look.] I have you, so--
[ and yeah, maybe Rook kisses a little harder, a little deeper, smile blinding and bright when the kiss breaks to nose along the lines of Jiho's cheeks. there is a content noise in the back of his throat as he watches the other between heavy lidded eyes. he feels-- languid. a little hazy. almost like he might if his powers were in effect but not quiet because he still feels like himself.]
Hmmm, maybe. Usually... usually a bonding happens because someone wants... well they want my abilities. [ his body; lust and desire and dripping in gold. ] But your intention was... pure? I don't know what that means for my powers though.
[ a pause ]
Are you-- fuck, you've never seen me in my demonic form have you. Shit, I'm sorry.
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[jiho smiles at him, only semi-serious. he thinks that they're both lucky, with this strange bond of theirs, giving each other what they really needed. it's funny how people know all the best cuts of meat, but they'll willingly overlook the best parts of a person. neither of them wear their best parts on the outside.]
And you do have me. [he adds, a little quieter. rook could put his name on his skin too if he wanted, drape over him in public and tell it to the world. jiho's bothered by none of it, because it's just the truth.] Pure. That's me. I have been wearing white more lately.
[actually...he has, and jiho knows why. white is rook's color, for him. he won't spill blood when he's wearing white.]
Whatever it is with your powers now, we'll figure it- [he stops, brows lifting at rook's sudden apology.] For what? You're still you. I don't give a shit if you have horns and cloven hooves, you'd still be keeping my back warm tonight.
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thinks of how it is his name on Jiho's skin and no one else's.]
And you have me, always. [ the words are soft, truthful, and maybe there is a tremor beneath them because Jiho keeps talking and being so reassuring and fuckfuckfuck he is -- this is--
there is movement where Rook shifts them so that Jiho is pushed back into the pillows of the bed and the demon is curled up, half on top of him and half next to him, face pressed (hidden) in the crook of his neck. ]
I love you. Fuck, so much. [ a kiss against Jiho's heartbeat.] This is-- more or less it, the gold takes up more room, and the wings are heavier usually but...
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there's trust between them in other ways too, the way that jiho moves so willingly when rook turns their bodies. the assassin curls his arm around his head, the better to play with his hair while holding him close. he lets those words sink under his skin, deeper than the brand itself, warming him versus the burn of it. he loves him too. he's told rook that, hopes he really believes it. hopes he knows it even better than he knows the name that jiho carries too now.]
Does any of it hurt? Are you uncomfortable in any way?
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No, not really. It's-- [a tremor, gold shining a little brighter and curling along the tendons of Rook's neck, a flare of something tangible in the wings as the seem to flutter as best as solid gold wings can.] It's what I am, truly now. Gilded and a little useless but for show.
[ he doesn't mean for the familiar bitterness to taint his words, but it is so much a part of this form that it just seeps into his words. he realizes, too late, what it sounds like.]
It's just-- the wings are heavy. But flightless. [ an echo of a smile. ] Irony I suppose. You don't-- you really don't mind it at all?
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[jiho's angry at those words too. rook isn't useless, he's not for show. he's achieved the impossible, and he didn't do it with his body. it was all his heart. if anyone else said something like that about rook, it would be the last thing that they ever said.]
I don't mind. [honest. quiet. a bit of softness meant only for rook. he slides his hand gently against one of the wings.] I'm sorry that they're heavy. If I can do anything to make them lighter, tell me, okay?
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Rook shivers and swallows down a noise, eyes closed for a moment before he looks up at the assassin with something a little dazed and pleased flickering in his eyes.]
Already are, love. It's-- weird? Nice. Feels good when you touch them. [ feels good whenever Jiho touches him, but this is strange because there is part of Rook that feels like he should be more physical. that there should be more happening, more wantneedlustdesire pulsing through him, but there is just love and adoration and contentment.
his eyes slide closed again, more tremors passing through him and quiet noises on his lips.] It's weird because it's-- you don't want more? Just want me happy and I don't know what to make of that.
[ he is never in this state with someone who wants him to be happy. Rook can feel that much, whether that was the binding or just his powers at play, he doesn't know. doesn't care actually, he just wants to make sure that Jiho knows how much this is okay. how much he already is doing for him. Rook presses a kiss to Jiho's skin, keeps his lips pressed there as he smiles and speaks.]
....everything's amazing. You're amazing, fuck.