[ He pulls off the crown first and leaves it on the side, just so he can muss his hair a bit. It gives him something to do while he listens to her, hand lingering on the table. His heart is thudding so hard and loudly and he wonders if that must be deafening for her.
But at least there's only joy there right now. Off the scale joy.
His hand drops to his mouth so he can laugh into it, embarrassed and quiet before he clears his throat, trying to not put too much attention to her quiet words lest he make her just as embarrassed as he feels right now.
Is it supposed to feel like this? He doesn't really know (not yet, anyway, not yet) ]
I. [ His voice cracks so he clears his throat again. His throat really is dry. ] I'll only be a minute, okay?
[ what she can hear is similar to the sound of blaring trumpets, as if something is on parade. it's loud and cheery, though not at all distracting as she should be. she's elated, too, possibly more than he is. especially when it's her joy and his that she feels.
she cants her head, not at all worried. ]
You're still here, though.
[ even though it does feel better if he's actually close by. ]
I'm... [ Right. He's... still here. Biting his lip when she points it out. ] Going.
[ He takes the tea set on the tray, the empty plate from the cake and slowly walks to the back. He thinks he's got it until he walks into the corner of the counter, pain shooting up his side that he bites back. He doesn't look back to see if she saw that--he doesn't want to know.
Instead, to calm his nerves, he sets about making a fruit and mint tea. It should be calming and offer more for his throat than a black tea would. It takes a little more time than he promised, but that's partly because he almost splashes scorching water on himself.
In the end he has to cheat and just use magic to do it, not trusting his hands to stay steady enough at the moment.
When he does return, it's been around eight minutes and his hands have stopped shaking enough that he can carry the tray with ease. The dishes have been placed in the kitchen for the staff to clean, and he's swiped his card for all the items they've used. Just to make sure it's already done.
He places the tray down gently, doesn't look her in the eye. ]
It's still hot, so we'll need it to cool a little first.
[ when she finds out later that he's paid for everything, she's going to be upset... it's not fair, okay. especially when she still blames herself for emptying merlin's pockets.
while he may not be looking her in the eye, she's looking at him. her fingers, on the other hand, poking at the teapot curiously. there's nothing else to do, after all. ]
I don't think I've ever said anything about it, but the butterflies have always been nice. [ heh heh... somehow she has so much courage to be shameless right now and talk about what's made her happy recently. ] Especially when I've been having a bad day.
[ Look, he can make money with very little effort, it isn't a problem. And she can pay him back in other ways. She already is. He feels alive like this, especially compared to what they went through before. It's better seeing her like this than blacking out from trauma.
He gently swats at her hand when she pokes the teapot, mostly because he doesn't want her to burn herself. ] Careful. [ Though ah...
What is he supposed to say to that? ] And everything else?
[ her lips purse when her hand is swatted at. it's not going to hurt if she just pokes it!
but that's an unexpected question. she laughs at first before slumping forward and pushing her chair back. she rests her arms on the table, and her chin on one of her arms. ]
And everything else...
[ her voice is content, and she looks at peace. she closes her eye as she continues. ]
[ You never know?! He can't heal that well, so let's not get burned okay? Okay.
Though it's endearing to watch her laugh, shifting to get comfortable. He can't read her heart, but he can read her expression and her voice. It's calming, like this.
Quietly, he reaches to pour the tea for her first, then one for himself after. ]
You don't have to. The fact that you're happy is more than enough.
You say that, [ she straightens up to hold her cup by her mouth to blow on it. ] but I feel like I should be doing something in return.
[ she can't do any magic, but she is good at surprises. maybe she'll surprise him at some point in the near future. now, to just think of what to do for him.
he seems to be really good at surprising her, and she'd like to be the same to him. ]
Didn't you already? [ There's a hint in that, a hint about the way she's dressed and how it's familiar to home when not much here is. He's had to adapt a lot more than most, given how everything is different. The clothes are different, the bed is different, even hygeine and transportation.
She's guided him through a lot of it, and it might not be the same as making candle lights float, giving her flowers or creating butterflies, it's still as meaningful. ]
I won't say--uh--no to anything you think of, but... [ a small, sweet smile ] I'm happy, like this.
[ she nods sagely. her smile is a lot different now. it's slightly mischievous, giving off the impression that she's thinking of something terrible. (it's not.) as for when she'll do it, though, is another matter. ]
I want to make you the happiest person ever, so... [ ah, that was really embarrassing to admit out loud. ] I'll try not to disappoint.
[ she looks at the clock. it continues ticking. there's only about an hour left... time sure flew by fast. she'll definitely treasure tonight, even more so after checking her cerevice. ]
[ Why does this look dangerous??? His hands curl around his cup finally, lifting it to sip at the fruity liquid. It's so soothing when his throat feels dry enough now to be almost hoarse. His eyes shut slowly, fluttering as the warmth from the steam hits his face.
Quietly, into his cup he murmurs: ] You already have made me the happiest person ever. [ But then he's leaning back, foot reaching out to lightly tap at the side of her leg. It's difficult when he doesn't want to ruin the dress, but it's more to make sure she sees the smile on his face. ]
[ ah... jesus, that's. that's so good to hear. more than good, actually. her heart starts pounding louder, and she feels a tingle in her chest. never in her days of being alive has she felt this way before. a tear falls down her face as she smiles again, unable to control her happiness.
she has no witty comebacks, though, so she just says the first thing that enters her mind. ]
[ Way to go Athena, this time it was you who ruined the moment. He stretches out, careful to not catch himself on any of the plastic bits of this stupid costume. He pulls out the fake sword and places it on the table, just so he doesn't get stuck with it poking out as it is. ]
[ she shakes her head as she laughs. her hands move to play with her hair, and she looks at the counter. better to focus on the food on the display than... him as she speaks. ]
It's so pleasant... hearing your heart. [ she takes a sip of her tea. the fruity flavour's so sweet, and it gives her a fluffy feeling. ah, no, that's just merlin. ] It's probably one of the best sounds ever.
[ her eyes dart around the room, meeting his eyes once. then she puffs her cheeks. she's completely dignified!! ]
[ He sinks a little into his chair, and while his heart had been semi-steady before it's racing again now. It's weird and embarrassing, knowing that someone can hear the emotions you're feeling especially when you're trying to come to terms with... Something.
Something he certainly hasn't really felt before either and this is just.
It's a lot. It aches a bit too, given how he feels like he might hyperventilate if this keeps up. What do you even do with this? What does he want to do with this?
...hide his face, that's one thing.
Even he's getting a faint trace of a flush on his skin now, which is why he puts the cup down and presses his left hand over his face, biting hard on his lip to stop the smile from spreading into something dumber. He laughs, then reaches towards his own chest, pressing down over his heart. ]
[ "it isn't as weird as you", she'd say... this seems to be a common line between the two of them. but she doesn't say it. if she had widget on, he would probably say it out loud for her.
it was weird at first... to hear people's emotions. her hearing is already sensitive as it is, but to hear foreign sounds that shouldn't even be heard. . . it's unnatural. but she only thought it as strange for a short while because hearing emotions became a very painful experience for her. it's only just a few years ago that she was able to control her ability, more or less. and she's begun to look at this as a gift, and not a curse. ]
It was scary when you were angry... but it's not weird, hearing your heart. Hearing people's emotions. [ she shakes her head slowly and takes another sip.
when she sets the cup down on its saucer, she begins to fidget again. ]
[ It sounds similar to how controlling his magic was at the start. Confused when objects move or even stop in midair. When time stops and no one else can see it. The rush of power in your fingertips and the knowledge that no one else around you experiences it. He leans forward, gravitates towards her.
It isn't the same thing at all, but he understands more than others might. Maybe. Possibly. ]
I don't get angry that often. [ Does he? He doesn't think so, at least. He might have to bottle things up, but being stubborn means he fights through things and rarely ends up in a situation that's frustrating enough to be angry. Nimueh made him angry. Whoever sent them to that black hole part of the city made him angry.
She never does. ] Sorry though, I don't imagine it sounds that good. [ But ah.
God. What.
Help him. Someone just-- ]
I'm nervous. [ It comes out softly. Cracks. His eyes look down at his hands, watches as he twists them together. He wants to hold her hand right now, maybe it'll give him a better indication of whether she's just as nervous or if this whole weird...ness is just in his head. ]
[ it isn't good. it's the same as the sounds of doors opening late at night while the rain is pouring outside; the sound of thunder; the sound of destruction. but... she doesn't need to tell him that. if he gets a better idea of what she hears, then he might feel even worse, and that's not what she wants.
it's amazing how she's being so honest right now. it actually feels nice saying all these things out loud. the only thing that she hasn't explicitly said is that she likes him, and she won't. he might be happy when she's around, but that could just be because he values their friendship more than anything else. as she told iris, she'd really rather not know what he thinks of her.
maybe it's because his emotions are music to her ears that she just keeps saying what's in her heart, to keep it playing over and over. ]
You don't have to be. [ she laughs amiably. ] I'm sorry?
[ If he had any say on it, he might say that's more fitting to him than bells, though his magic has both worlds, honestly. Destruction and life. He did master the power of life and death itself, took a life to save a life. A mix of both.
He really can't think straight about this right now though, thankfully even if he says he's nervous the sounds of joy are definitely overriding that. ]
You don't have to be. [ He says back, trying to not laugh through it. He explains himself better though. ] I don't mind it. That you can hear it's just.
[ He makes a noise in the back of his throat and looks down at his outfit. ]
The plastic doesn't look as good as the real thing but... that's also heavy. [ He doesn't think his corazón could take the extra weight right now. ] And my sword is flashier.
[ Except it isn't his rightful sword it's Arthur's but whatever... He doesn't know how else to reply to this other than to ramble out. ]
Not to mention you told me to try this one day. [ With that note. That doodle.
[ Athena........?! He stares at her for a long moment, utterly perplexed.
Then again should he really be surprised? It was during the post it things, wasn't it so...
maybe it doesn't matter. ]
You forgot? [ Then again, she doesn't have it pinned up in her bedroom, does she? It's easier for her to forget. It's been ... 2 weeks? He doesn't remember. Learning how to time is hard. Though the days of the week are the same maybe it doesn't matter. ]
Well, a lot of things happened! [ she looks around the room, finding this situation to be an awkward one now. ] It slipped my mind, that's all.
[ and once again, she has to apologise. he seems upset?
she does have the post it kept in a box, but it's not something that's on her bulletin board... she really should pay more attention to detail, though. this was a slip up. mistakes happen. ]
[ Well he isn't upset... just more... amazed??? He can't imagine that the doodle took an incredibly short amount of time considering it was coloured too but wow. Okay.
Besides, a lot of things did happen. ]
What am I going to do with you? [ He shakes his head. Judge her, apparently... ]
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But at least there's only joy there right now. Off the scale joy.
His hand drops to his mouth so he can laugh into it, embarrassed and quiet before he clears his throat, trying to not put too much attention to her quiet words lest he make her just as embarrassed as he feels right now.
Is it supposed to feel like this? He doesn't really know (not yet, anyway, not yet) ]
I. [ His voice cracks so he clears his throat again. His throat really is dry. ] I'll only be a minute, okay?
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she cants her head, not at all worried. ]
You're still here, though.
[ even though it does feel better if he's actually close by. ]
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[ He takes the tea set on the tray, the empty plate from the cake and slowly walks to the back. He thinks he's got it until he walks into the corner of the counter, pain shooting up his side that he bites back. He doesn't look back to see if she saw that--he doesn't want to know.
Instead, to calm his nerves, he sets about making a fruit and mint tea. It should be calming and offer more for his throat than a black tea would. It takes a little more time than he promised, but that's partly because he almost splashes scorching water on himself.
In the end he has to cheat and just use magic to do it, not trusting his hands to stay steady enough at the moment.
When he does return, it's been around eight minutes and his hands have stopped shaking enough that he can carry the tray with ease. The dishes have been placed in the kitchen for the staff to clean, and he's swiped his card for all the items they've used. Just to make sure it's already done.
He places the tray down gently, doesn't look her in the eye. ]
It's still hot, so we'll need it to cool a little first.
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while he may not be looking her in the eye, she's looking at him. her fingers, on the other hand, poking at the teapot curiously. there's nothing else to do, after all. ]
I don't think I've ever said anything about it, but the butterflies have always been nice. [ heh heh... somehow she has so much courage to be shameless right now and talk about what's made her happy recently. ] Especially when I've been having a bad day.
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He gently swats at her hand when she pokes the teapot, mostly because he doesn't want her to burn herself. ] Careful. [ Though ah...
What is he supposed to say to that? ] And everything else?
[ Well, it could have been wor.....se...... ]
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but that's an unexpected question. she laughs at first before slumping forward and pushing her chair back. she rests her arms on the table, and her chin on one of her arms. ]
And everything else...
[ her voice is content, and she looks at peace. she closes her eye as she continues. ]
It's nice. Thank you. For everything.
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Though it's endearing to watch her laugh, shifting to get comfortable. He can't read her heart, but he can read her expression and her voice. It's calming, like this.
Quietly, he reaches to pour the tea for her first, then one for himself after. ]
You don't have to. The fact that you're happy is more than enough.
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[ she can't do any magic, but she is good at surprises. maybe she'll surprise him at some point in the near future. now, to just think of what to do for him.
he seems to be really good at surprising her, and she'd like to be the same to him. ]
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She's guided him through a lot of it, and it might not be the same as making candle lights float, giving her flowers or creating butterflies, it's still as meaningful. ]
I won't say--uh--no to anything you think of, but... [ a small, sweet smile ] I'm happy, like this.
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[ she nods sagely. her smile is a lot different now. it's slightly mischievous, giving off the impression that she's thinking of something terrible. (it's not.) as for when she'll do it, though, is another matter. ]
I want to make you the happiest person ever, so... [ ah, that was really embarrassing to admit out loud. ] I'll try not to disappoint.
[ she looks at the clock. it continues ticking. there's only about an hour left... time sure flew by fast. she'll definitely treasure tonight, even more so after checking her cerevice. ]
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Quietly, into his cup he murmurs: ] You already have made me the happiest person ever. [ But then he's leaning back, foot reaching out to lightly tap at the side of her leg. It's difficult when he doesn't want to ruin the dress, but it's more to make sure she sees the smile on his face. ]
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she has no witty comebacks, though, so she just says the first thing that enters her mind. ]
You're such a boob.
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What is that even supposed to mean?
[ His thumb drags over the rim of his cup. ]
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[ she shakes her head as she laughs. her hands move to play with her hair, and she looks at the counter. better to focus on the food on the display than... him as she speaks. ]
It's so pleasant... hearing your heart. [ she takes a sip of her tea. the fruity flavour's so sweet, and it gives her a fluffy feeling. ah, no, that's just merlin. ] It's probably one of the best sounds ever.
[ her eyes dart around the room, meeting his eyes once. then she puffs her cheeks. she's completely dignified!! ]
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Something he certainly hasn't really felt before either and this is just.
It's a lot. It aches a bit too, given how he feels like he might hyperventilate if this keeps up. What do you even do with this? What does he want to do with this?
...hide his face, that's one thing.
Even he's getting a faint trace of a flush on his skin now, which is why he puts the cup down and presses his left hand over his face, biting hard on his lip to stop the smile from spreading into something dumber. He laughs, then reaches towards his own chest, pressing down over his heart. ]
It isn't... I don't know weird?
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it was weird at first... to hear people's emotions. her hearing is already sensitive as it is, but to hear foreign sounds that shouldn't even be heard. . . it's unnatural. but she only thought it as strange for a short while because hearing emotions became a very painful experience for her. it's only just a few years ago that she was able to control her ability, more or less. and she's begun to look at this as a gift, and not a curse. ]
It was scary when you were angry... but it's not weird, hearing your heart. Hearing people's emotions. [ she shakes her head slowly and takes another sip.
when she sets the cup down on its saucer, she begins to fidget again. ]
I want to hear more of it.
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It isn't the same thing at all, but he understands more than others might. Maybe. Possibly. ]
I don't get angry that often. [ Does he? He doesn't think so, at least. He might have to bottle things up, but being stubborn means he fights through things and rarely ends up in a situation that's frustrating enough to be angry. Nimueh made him angry. Whoever sent them to that black hole part of the city made him angry.
She never does. ] Sorry though, I don't imagine it sounds that good. [ But ah.
God. What.
Help him. Someone just-- ]
I'm nervous. [ It comes out softly. Cracks. His eyes look down at his hands, watches as he twists them together. He wants to hold her hand right now, maybe it'll give him a better indication of whether she's just as nervous or if this whole weird...ness is just in his head. ]
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it's amazing how she's being so honest right now. it actually feels nice saying all these things out loud. the only thing that she hasn't explicitly said is that she likes him, and she won't. he might be happy when she's around, but that could just be because he values their friendship more than anything else. as she told iris, she'd really rather not know what he thinks of her.
maybe it's because his emotions are music to her ears that she just keeps saying what's in her heart, to keep it playing over and over. ]
You don't have to be. [ she laughs amiably. ] I'm sorry?
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He really can't think straight about this right now though, thankfully even if he says he's nervous the sounds of joy are definitely overriding that. ]
You don't have to be. [ He says back, trying to not laugh through it. He explains himself better though. ] I don't mind it. That you can hear it's just.
Embarrassing. It's definitely embarrassing.
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[ okay, good. that's a good enough excuse. she was, after all, embarrassed and flustered as hell earlier when he came out from the dressing room. ]
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The plastic doesn't look as good as the real thing but... that's also heavy. [ He doesn't think his corazón could take the extra weight right now. ] And my sword is flashier.
[ Except it isn't his rightful sword it's Arthur's but whatever... He doesn't know how else to reply to this other than to ramble out. ]
Not to mention you told me to try this one day. [ With that note. That doodle.
Help. ]
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[ she... she totally forgot about it... gomen, merlin. she claps her hands together, tilting her head to the side. ]
Right, I remember! You definitely surprised me. [ that much is obvious. ] Sorry, I forgot I drew something for you.
[ sweats................. ]
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Then again should he really be surprised? It was during the post it things, wasn't it so...
maybe it doesn't matter. ]
You forgot? [ Then again, she doesn't have it pinned up in her bedroom, does she? It's easier for her to forget. It's been ... 2 weeks? He doesn't remember. Learning how to time is hard. Though the days of the week are the same maybe it doesn't matter. ]
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[ and once again, she has to apologise. he seems upset?
she does have the post it kept in a box, but it's not something that's on her bulletin board... she really should pay more attention to detail, though. this was a slip up. mistakes happen. ]
Sorry. I didn't mean to...
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Besides, a lot of things did happen. ]
What am I going to do with you? [ He shakes his head. Judge her, apparently... ]
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same tbh...
oh no this song is cute wails
except for the part about cumming
CHOKES ON TEA????????? i didn't hear that in the lyrics?!?!
yeah... (unsure)
sweats....... yeah not that ok
it's a nice song otherwise ;o;
;u; yeah!!!
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sweats