It won't always be, Polnareff knows. That's the nature of things, he's long since learned. Nothing good stays, but that just means you've got to enjoy the hell out of it as long as it lasts. Throw yourself into something a hundred percent, always take another drink or stay up another hour or steal another kiss, because who knows what tomorrow will bring?
So it is with Marie. This won't last, and not even because he's pretty sure sleeping with your servant is probably frowned upon in most circles. But because by her very nature, she isn't meant to stay for long. She's meant to go back into that mysterious place where she lives (and god knows he doesn't understand most of it, he's not the intellectual of the group).
But she's here now, and so is he. And there's a shack, and a beach, and she fits so perfectly beneath his arm as he sprawls on his back in something like a bed. He'd been dozing, lulled to sleep by too much time in the sun and a day full of work. Is she asleep? (Does she even need to sleep?) It's hard to say.
Still, he won't be loud, just in case. Polnareff glances down, trying to crane his neck without actually moving his body, just in case she's out for the count.]
[ while summoned, servants do suffer from exhaustion and fatigue, so sleep is still necessary. but even if she doesn't need to, marie would still lay down to rest at the end of the day, because it would be too strange not to. she may be a servant, but she's also still human. and polnareff knows that most of all, doesn't he? even in the midst of a holy grail war, with servants, masters, magi, and everything in between... sometimes, just being human is all one needs to be.
marie is a light sleeper, and she's easily roused from her nap with the slight movement from her paramour, even if he tries hard not to disturb her. but instead of reacting with annoyance for interrupting her slumber, she giggles and twists her lithe body to face him. ]
[They're going to have to get up sooner or later, but not just yet. His fingers work through her hair (carefully! god forbid he musses up her style) as he tips his head down, bumping their noses together.]
Is it treason if I tell you that you snore a little?
—Eh? Haven't you heard the saying, "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all?"
[ she puffs up her cheeks in an admonishing pout. she may be a queen, but having been summoned as a young girl, she feels all right being silly and just a bit selfish. ]
[He mutters out the words as he turns, throwing his arms over her, pulling her in close and sticking his cold nose against the back of her neck. His lips drag against soft, heated skin, the words murmured as he kisses her.]
--you're a queen, mon chou. And anything you do is becoming.
[He tightens his grip on her, his mouth dragging up. Nipping the shell of her ear, he adds softly:]
[ she lets out a breathy sigh as he trails his mouth along her skin. despite his strength, his touch is so very gentle with her in his arms, and she grabs at one of his hands in order to entwine her fingers around his. ]
Are you trying to tease me or flatter me? I can't tell anymore.
[And so the thing about it was that despite everything, sometimes Shiki still didn't exactly know how Neku would react to things. They've been through everything together and then some, not to mention then winding up in this weird place (weirder than the UG and still "kind" enough to shove her back into someone else's body, helpfully as an excuse for her icons) with only each other and a whole lot of strangers.
Shiki wasn't adverse to strangers and Neku had gotten better at talking to them even though of the two of them she would always be the more chatty and social.
Sometimes though...sometimes Shiki wanted her own downtime and her own space and her own time with a boy who had become a treasured part of her. Sometimes Shiki wanted to be alone but not lonely and Neku was the first person to come to mind.
...and sometimes Shiki would barge into Neku's room unannounced, Mr. Mew in tow and shutting the door behind her.]
You've been holed up in here for way too long. Let's fix that.
[ post-reaper's game neku sakuraba may as well be a completely different person from who he used to be before he got shot in the face, but socializing still isn't exactly something he's gotten used to overnight.
don't get him wrong—he's genuinely thankful for shiki's presence in this strange place, but even though he's come miles in how he interacts with the world around him, he's not really keen on willingly going out to just casually mingle with other people. he hadn't even gotten the chance to properly relax and get to be normal with her before they ended up in this weird place... what ever happened to taking things at your own pace?
he's lying on his bed, idly scrolling through his mp3 player when shiki bursts in. with a sigh, because he's more than used to it at this point, he slides his headphones off his ears and pushes himself into a sitting position. ]
Come on, give me a break. I feel like I deserve that much after the three weeks of hell we went through.
[ ... he makes a show of shrugging and putting on an exaggerated weary tone, but it's not "leave me alone." ]
Neku. [But it's not as exasperated as it could be. It's "I will continue to bug you and make you listen to my point" but not quite "I'm forcing you into this whether you like it or not." He makes zero moves of sitting up or even moving from the bed and she takes that as an invitation to let herself in, cross the room, and sit next to him. She may or may not be sitting on his feet, but whatever.]
What about if what I was going to suggest was a break, huh? It's just a more active kind of break that involves leaving your room. [So like. Not a break, but she's also not saying anything about leaving the house.] Besides, I found something that I think you should check out.
[ The bench is slowly growing warmer against her back the longer they sit on it, tucked there together in the dying light of what had turned out to be a very long day. Soft pinks and warm oranges tint the sky and spill across everything else around them, coloring the world in a rosey hue that would make Naminé - were she not so exhausted - eager to seek out just the right colors of pencils to mimic it. ]
[ An almost deathly quiet hangs over the city, but the young lady can't help appreciating the silence while it lasts. Earlier today it was not nearly so tranquil; yet another of this realm's upheavals had taken place, and healers like her had been run ragged trying to keep as many people as possible from sustaining any lasting injuries. By the time it was through she was spent, and heading home alongside her companion had seemed preferable to making the trip alone when she'd been tired enough that putting one foot in front of the other was a challenge. ]
[ Stopping to rest on this bench hadn't been meant to take so long, yet Naminé can't bring herself to mind. Her normally upright posture has been foregone for once, and instead she sits curled up close to Hope's side, their arms touching lightly. Her lack of energy feels somehow soothing now, when they can sit together in the peaceful silence, her guard down in ways it so rarely ever can be. ]
[ Exhaling, she shifts for the first time in a solid minute, and when her fingers splay they bump gently against his. The sides of their hands line up just so that that touch very slightly, and Naminé is not at all inclined to ruin that if she can help it. But it seems she does intend to change the silence, because presently; ]
Hey... [ There's the subtlest of rasps in her voice, a note of sleep tugging at her, though she doesn't sound as if it bothers her. ] ... Hope?
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i heard you wanted smooches, also some vague fgo au??
It won't always be, Polnareff knows. That's the nature of things, he's long since learned. Nothing good stays, but that just means you've got to enjoy the hell out of it as long as it lasts. Throw yourself into something a hundred percent, always take another drink or stay up another hour or steal another kiss, because who knows what tomorrow will bring?
So it is with Marie. This won't last, and not even because he's pretty sure sleeping with your servant is probably frowned upon in most circles. But because by her very nature, she isn't meant to stay for long. She's meant to go back into that mysterious place where she lives (and god knows he doesn't understand most of it, he's not the intellectual of the group).
But she's here now, and so is he. And there's a shack, and a beach, and she fits so perfectly beneath his arm as he sprawls on his back in something like a bed. He'd been dozing, lulled to sleep by too much time in the sun and a day full of work. Is she asleep? (Does she even need to sleep?) It's hard to say.
Still, he won't be loud, just in case. Polnareff glances down, trying to crane his neck without actually moving his body, just in case she's out for the count.]
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marie is a light sleeper, and she's easily roused from her nap with the slight movement from her paramour, even if he tries hard not to disturb her. but instead of reacting with annoyance for interrupting her slumber, she giggles and twists her lithe body to face him. ]
Yes, Jean-Pierre?
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[They're going to have to get up sooner or later, but not just yet. His fingers work through her hair (carefully! god forbid he musses up her style) as he tips his head down, bumping their noses together.]
Is it treason if I tell you that you snore a little?
yea i bought a paid just for this
[ she puffs up her cheeks in an admonishing pout. she may be a queen, but having been summoned as a young girl, she feels all right being silly and just a bit selfish. ]
Same?? Same
Worth it to see you make that face. Besides, who says it was an insult!
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[ she turns her nose up at him, but it's all just for show. the flash of a subtle, cheeky wink as she shimmies and turns should tip him off. ]
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[He mutters out the words as he turns, throwing his arms over her, pulling her in close and sticking his cold nose against the back of her neck. His lips drag against soft, heated skin, the words murmured as he kisses her.]
--you're a queen, mon chou. And anything you do is becoming.
[He tightens his grip on her, his mouth dragging up. Nipping the shell of her ear, he adds softly:]
Isn't that right?
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Are you trying to tease me or flatter me? I can't tell anymore.
pirouettes here with a rusty-ass voice
as an excuse for her icons) with only each other and a whole lot of strangers.Shiki wasn't adverse to strangers and Neku had gotten better at talking to them even though of the two of them she would always be the more chatty and social.
Sometimes though...sometimes Shiki wanted her own downtime and her own space and her own time with a boy who had become a treasured part of her. Sometimes Shiki wanted to be alone but not lonely and Neku was the first person to come to mind.
...and sometimes Shiki would barge into Neku's room unannounced, Mr. Mew in tow and shutting the door behind her.]
You've been holed up in here for way too long. Let's fix that.
[What is she planning? Who the hell knows.]
IM HERE wheezes
don't get him wrong—he's genuinely thankful for shiki's presence in this strange place, but even though he's come miles in how he interacts with the world around him, he's not really keen on willingly going out to just casually mingle with other people. he hadn't even gotten the chance to properly relax and get to be normal with her before they ended up in this weird place... what ever happened to taking things at your own pace?
he's lying on his bed, idly scrolling through his mp3 player when shiki bursts in. with a sigh, because he's more than used to it at this point, he slides his headphones off his ears and pushes himself into a sitting position. ]
Come on, give me a break. I feel like I deserve that much after the three weeks of hell we went through.
[ ... he makes a show of shrugging and putting on an exaggerated weary tone, but it's not "leave me alone." ]
slowly crawls here a solid month later and cries
What about if what I was going to suggest was a break, huh? It's just a more active kind of break that involves leaving your room. [So like. Not a break, but she's also not saying anything about leaving the house.] Besides, I found something that I think you should check out.
Here, have some pseudo-Asgard-ish fluff?!
[ An almost deathly quiet hangs over the city, but the young lady can't help appreciating the silence while it lasts. Earlier today it was not nearly so tranquil; yet another of this realm's upheavals had taken place, and healers like her had been run ragged trying to keep as many people as possible from sustaining any lasting injuries. By the time it was through she was spent, and heading home alongside her companion had seemed preferable to making the trip alone when she'd been tired enough that putting one foot in front of the other was a challenge. ]
[ Stopping to rest on this bench hadn't been meant to take so long, yet Naminé can't bring herself to mind. Her normally upright posture has been foregone for once, and instead she sits curled up close to Hope's side, their arms touching lightly. Her lack of energy feels somehow soothing now, when they can sit together in the peaceful silence, her guard down in ways it so rarely ever can be. ]
[ Exhaling, she shifts for the first time in a solid minute, and when her fingers splay they bump gently against his. The sides of their hands line up just so that that touch very slightly, and Naminé is not at all inclined to ruin that if she can help it. But it seems she does intend to change the silence, because presently; ]
Hey... [ There's the subtlest of rasps in her voice, a note of sleep tugging at her, though she doesn't sound as if it bothers her. ] ... Hope?