[ is there a half naked demon appearing in your room with wet hair and a wild look in his eyes in a puff of ash and smoke? maybe there is.
no, there totally is. but hey, the upside to this is that he has at least put on pants, real pants, that were stolen from Myung but they aren't made of silk or chiffon or any other see through material that shows more than it hides. they might ride rather low on his hips though, but pants.
as soon as the demon sees Jiho, there are several emotions that pass across his face in rapid succession, the most prominent one being worry but it is quickly covered up.
maybe.
not really.]
What the-- what happened Jiho.
[ and the look on his face makes it clear that he wants the truth. ]
[there's a moment where jiho's startled. normally, he's the one who gets to be the ninja, there and then gone and then there again. rook's much better at it than he is. and...he wasn't expecting him to come at all. he wasn't expecting him to have that look on his face if he did.
he wasn't expecting him to be wearing clothes - well, half of him is wearing clothes.
but then jiho reclaims his chill, looks rook up an down before popping another segment of an orange into his mouth.]
You still have shampoo in your hair. [he gestures before looking into his eyes for another moment. he knows what that look is saying. he's deciding whether or not he's going to give it to him. he decides...what the hell. he's a better killer than liar anyway.] I wanted to come home, but I'm a broken, stubborn fuck, so I decided to see if your blade could hit the mark as true as you said it would.
[ Rook has has thousands of years to acquire powers in hell, but apparently schooling his face into something neutral was not one of those things. still, maybe that is a good thing. maybe it is what helps Jiho realize that he isn't just saying shit for the sake of it, maybe it makes him realize that Rook might kinda-sorta-maybe cares.
even if the demon still has no idea how to deal with that idea himself.
he doesn't move from where he is standing, water rolling down his neck and shoulders as he looks at Jiho, so nonchalant with his orange and-- fuck.
fuck. he really was worried about him.
Rook sighs, a heavy noise, but it seems to take the tension in his shoulders with him when he does. then, there is ash lingering where he once was and--]
You fucking idiot, I wouldn't give you a shitty weapon and send you off. Fuck.
[ yup, there is one demon shoving said shampoo filled hair into the crook of your neck while he hugs you. sorry there.]
[he looks more nonchalant that he feels. it's just one of many things that jiho needs to work on, really. but this moment, where rook just looks at him and he looks back, there's more tension in this moment than when he enters an enemy's space.
there's a millisecond when rook disappears again where jiho thinks that he heard the truth and just left. and that's...well it's not fine, but it's understandable. jiho deserves that. how can he ever expect anyone to care about him at all when he repays that with shit like this, the stitches visible beside the strap of his white shirt. no one should put themselves through caring about someone like jiho, and that had always been a part of his plan.
jiho starts to play the rest of the orange aside, but then it slips from his hand completely, because rook is there, with his stupid nice smelling hair and nice smelling body pressing his face against jiho like he cares. like there's something to be gained from a husk of a person like him.
for a second jiho just tenses, tongue prepared to be as sharp as the blades he slips into the pocket of his hoodie. but then he wills himself to relax, and his fingers find his way into the demon's hair.]
You're heavy.
[and it's not because jiho is small, rook is solid and warm.]
[ if Rook is being honest with himself, he fully expects his hug to be met with a sharp jab of something to his bared torso. or maybe for Jiho to curse at him because he has gotten in his space just a bit too much. despite that Rook-- fuck Rook has to touch. he is still so tactile that way, seeks to find reassurance in simple touch.
and right now he needs reassurance.
needs to know Jiho is okay.
and maybe for Jiho to know that Rook does care, no matter what it has been like between them.
there is a laugh that is a little rough against Jiho's skin, a noise rumbling in his chest at the touch.] Yeah, sorry-- but-- fuck. Couldn't you just, I dunno, fake the plague or something?
[ is that still mumbled into the crook of your neck instead of spoken aloud? maybe it is. but since you aren't pushing him away, Rook is going to enjoy the touch that he is allowed. the warmth that he can feel coming from Jiho as he wraps around him, mindful of the bandage on his shoulder.
it makes whatever tension is still lingering in the demon vanish.]
The plague's contagious. No one would ever believe it.
[jiho ostracizes himself when he feels a cold coming on. no, it had to be something that didn't endanger anyone else.
he lets his hand trail down rook's damp shoulder, his bare back. just to test. just to see. jiho stops at his waist to think about it. it's...nice. no, it's really nice. the awkwardness that he feels is only because he doesn't normally offer simple touch.
he thinks. maybe. he could get used to it. if this single step forward doesn't result in two steps back...with jiho, that's been a big "if".]
The blade is sharp. I can't believe you didn't cut your own hand off with it by accident.
[ ... you have a point with that, but still. STILL. Rook is kind of annoyed that you hurt yourself. he gets it, he does, especially with how stubborn Jiho is and how much he hates having to do things for himself, but--
Rook breathes deep, a hint of a laugh in the noise.]
Whatever, an infected splinter then or something.
[ it is supposed to sound as ridiculous as it does, yes. ]
I have cut myself with it, many times. Also had it lodged in my rib cage and upper thigh. [ don't ask about the second one, you probably don't want to know. ] Spell on it to never go dull, remember?
[ he shifts then, not pulling away from Jiho, but moving a little so that he can prop his chin against the uninjured shoulder and look at him. for a heartbeat, Rook just looks. enjoys the touch that he gets and is well aware that what he says next may mean that he never feels it again, but--
well lying isn't part of his sin. not really.]
You don't have to touch me if you don't want. If it makes you uncomfortable. [ even if it is clear with the way Rook moves into it ever so slightly that he loves it.] I am tactile in nature, and I don't mean sexually. I just-- like being close to people.
[he tilts his head gently with the question. look, there aren't a lot of house enemies out there anymore. he'll take what he can get.
the touch doesn't make him uncomfortable. but rook's words...they kind of do. they're awfully close to something that he needs to voice to a couple of people, once he finds the words for it. rook is on that list. probably. jiho keeps telling himself that maybe it won't come to that, that maybe what he feels isn't that deep and it wont become necessary.
but he kind of knows better.]
Why would it make me uncomfortable?
[who wouldn't want to touch him? but jiho wisely keeps that question to himself.]
...a Roman emperor. Little crazy, knifeplay was his thing apparently.
[ sorry you can't raise him from the dead to kill him again. irony is that he was stabbed to death so, there is that.
thoughts about emperors long since dead vanish though with that question. Rook blinks a few times, wondering if Jiho is serious, but--
no, no he is.]
...you know that, as a demon of my Cardinal that I can see lust in all it's forms as strings that tangle around people and things, right? [ and you, sweet assassin mosquito, have strings that only fade to nothing, meaning that what you lust over is not physical at all.]
[goddammit rook, why couldn't you have been stabbed by someone living?? ah well.
jiho looks at him for a moment, expression neutral, like he's not going to let rook know whether he's right or wrong about him. even as the demon's words are sinking beneath his skin, letting jiho know that he already knows.
he wasn't aware of that. at least not entirely. which means rook probably realized it before jiho did. he huffs and looks away. but his fingertips, notably, stay curled against the other's skin.]
I don't mind touching you. [fuck, is there another blade for him to fall on somewhere, it would be easier than this.] Touching you is ni-it's fine. I don't even mind the way you dress. Normally.
[all the sheer and the naked and the half-naked. it only bothered him because he knew he should be having a reaction to it. that maybe....maybe rook would go away if he didn't see that reaction from him.]
I don't think I would even mind kissing, but I don't know why the fuck I'm even telling you that.
[ don't worry, he will probably run his mouth at some point and Jiho can stab someone eventually. if all else fails he can just stab Rook, it doesn't even really hurt him.
but there are more important things to deal with. like how Jiho looks more than a little taken by surprise by Rook knowing. about Rook being aware and okay with it in a sense. and with how Jiho-- wants to touch him? is okay with that? that revelation might just make the demon smile, something small but warm and curling. he leans against Jiho a little more, appreciates the touch he gets.]
Okay.
[ you need to specify more there, Rook. okay to what.
(all of it) ]
We don't-- I mean, I know that people expect me to want sex but, uh-- if you just want to stay like this? That-- that is more than good enough for me. I prefer it actually? [ yeah that's right, a sex demon that doesn't actually like sex, punishment and all right? ] Would like to kiss you eventually though.
[kwang was right about what he sensed rook did and didn't want, or at least what he preferred. and jiho doesn't know if he's elated or if that complicates things even more.
maybe both. maybe still more the first one than the latter. he lets his hand rest a little more against his back, and the demon eats the attention up like he's starved for it.
maybe he is. maybe jiho can relate.]
I- [don't think i'm ready. need some more time. maybe jiho was going to say something like that. it would be understandable if he was. but he honestly doesn't remember what he was about to say, because he sees rook blushing and it does things to jiho that he's only barely started to admit but are taking hold fast.] Yeah, whenever.
[it wasn't that Rook hated sex, not really, he just-- preferred it when there was emotional attachment. when he could honestly say that he cared about the other person (or people) involved. that they cared about him as a being and not just something that could heighten pleasure. and even then it was a lot less about the sex than it was the being connected. being close.
like this actually. being allowed to exist quietly in Jiho's space and have the assassin be pleased with that. trusting him with that.]
Mmm, whenever, huh?
[ there is still colour high on his cheekbones as he smiles, leaning in a little to nuzzle at Jiho's jaw. he doesn't kiss him, not yet. he wants to just-- exist like this a little longer thank you.]
I'm gonna leave that one up to you, Candy Crush. [ can you feel his smile against your skin? probably.]
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Date: 2018-09-27 03:41 pm (UTC)no, there totally is. but hey, the upside to this is that he has at least put on pants, real pants, that were stolen from Myung but they aren't made of silk or chiffon or any other see through material that shows more than it hides. they might ride rather low on his hips though, but pants.
as soon as the demon sees Jiho, there are several emotions that pass across his face in rapid succession, the most prominent one being worry but it is quickly covered up.
maybe.
not really.]
What the-- what happened Jiho.
[ and the look on his face makes it clear that he wants the truth. ]
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Date: 2018-09-27 03:59 pm (UTC)he wasn't expecting him to be wearing clothes - well, half of him is wearing clothes.
but then jiho reclaims his chill, looks rook up an down before popping another segment of an orange into his mouth.]
You still have shampoo in your hair. [he gestures before looking into his eyes for another moment. he knows what that look is saying. he's deciding whether or not he's going to give it to him. he decides...what the hell. he's a better killer than liar anyway.] I wanted to come home, but I'm a broken, stubborn fuck, so I decided to see if your blade could hit the mark as true as you said it would.
[another bite of fruit.]
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Date: 2018-09-27 06:26 pm (UTC)even if the demon still has no idea how to deal with that idea himself.
he doesn't move from where he is standing, water rolling down his neck and shoulders as he looks at Jiho, so nonchalant with his orange and-- fuck.
fuck. he really was worried about him.
Rook sighs, a heavy noise, but it seems to take the tension in his shoulders with him when he does. then, there is ash lingering where he once was and--]
You fucking idiot, I wouldn't give you a shitty weapon and send you off. Fuck.
[ yup, there is one demon shoving said shampoo filled hair into the crook of your neck while he hugs you. sorry there.]
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Date: 2018-09-27 06:48 pm (UTC)there's a millisecond when rook disappears again where jiho thinks that he heard the truth and just left. and that's...well it's not fine, but it's understandable. jiho deserves that. how can he ever expect anyone to care about him at all when he repays that with shit like this, the stitches visible beside the strap of his white shirt. no one should put themselves through caring about someone like jiho, and that had always been a part of his plan.
jiho starts to play the rest of the orange aside, but then it slips from his hand completely, because rook is there, with his stupid nice smelling hair and nice smelling body pressing his face against jiho like he cares. like there's something to be gained from a husk of a person like him.
for a second jiho just tenses, tongue prepared to be as sharp as the blades he slips into the pocket of his hoodie. but then he wills himself to relax, and his fingers find his way into the demon's hair.]
You're heavy.
[and it's not because jiho is small, rook is solid and warm.]
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Date: 2018-09-27 07:11 pm (UTC)and right now he needs reassurance.
needs to know Jiho is okay.
and maybe for Jiho to know that Rook does care, no matter what it has been like between them.
there is a laugh that is a little rough against Jiho's skin, a noise rumbling in his chest at the touch.] Yeah, sorry-- but-- fuck. Couldn't you just, I dunno, fake the plague or something?
[ is that still mumbled into the crook of your neck instead of spoken aloud? maybe it is. but since you aren't pushing him away, Rook is going to enjoy the touch that he is allowed. the warmth that he can feel coming from Jiho as he wraps around him, mindful of the bandage on his shoulder.
it makes whatever tension is still lingering in the demon vanish.]
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Date: 2018-09-27 07:23 pm (UTC)[jiho ostracizes himself when he feels a cold coming on. no, it had to be something that didn't endanger anyone else.
he lets his hand trail down rook's damp shoulder, his bare back. just to test. just to see. jiho stops at his waist to think about it. it's...nice. no, it's really nice. the awkwardness that he feels is only because he doesn't normally offer simple touch.
he thinks. maybe. he could get used to it. if this single step forward doesn't result in two steps back...with jiho, that's been a big "if".]
The blade is sharp. I can't believe you didn't cut your own hand off with it by accident.
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Date: 2018-09-27 07:39 pm (UTC)Rook breathes deep, a hint of a laugh in the noise.]
Whatever, an infected splinter then or something.
[ it is supposed to sound as ridiculous as it does, yes. ]
I have cut myself with it, many times. Also had it lodged in my rib cage and upper thigh. [ don't ask about the second one, you probably don't want to know. ] Spell on it to never go dull, remember?
[ he shifts then, not pulling away from Jiho, but moving a little so that he can prop his chin against the uninjured shoulder and look at him. for a heartbeat, Rook just looks. enjoys the touch that he gets and is well aware that what he says next may mean that he never feels it again, but--
well lying isn't part of his sin. not really.]
You don't have to touch me if you don't want. If it makes you uncomfortable. [ even if it is clear with the way Rook moves into it ever so slightly that he loves it.] I am tactile in nature, and I don't mean sexually. I just-- like being close to people.
[ people I care about is implied.]
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Date: 2018-09-27 07:48 pm (UTC)[he tilts his head gently with the question. look, there aren't a lot of house enemies out there anymore. he'll take what he can get.
the touch doesn't make him uncomfortable. but rook's words...they kind of do. they're awfully close to something that he needs to voice to a couple of people, once he finds the words for it. rook is on that list. probably. jiho keeps telling himself that maybe it won't come to that, that maybe what he feels isn't that deep and it wont become necessary.
but he kind of knows better.]
Why would it make me uncomfortable?
[who wouldn't want to touch him? but jiho wisely keeps that question to himself.]
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Date: 2018-09-27 07:58 pm (UTC)...a Roman emperor. Little crazy, knifeplay was his thing apparently.
[ sorry you can't raise him from the dead to kill him again. irony is that he was stabbed to death so, there is that.
thoughts about emperors long since dead vanish though with that question. Rook blinks a few times, wondering if Jiho is serious, but--
no, no he is.]
...you know that, as a demon of my Cardinal that I can see lust in all it's forms as strings that tangle around people and things, right? [ and you, sweet assassin mosquito, have strings that only fade to nothing, meaning that what you lust over is not physical at all.]
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Date: 2018-09-27 08:17 pm (UTC)jiho looks at him for a moment, expression neutral, like he's not going to let rook know whether he's right or wrong about him. even as the demon's words are sinking beneath his skin, letting jiho know that he already knows.
he wasn't aware of that. at least not entirely. which means rook probably realized it before jiho did. he huffs and looks away. but his fingertips, notably, stay curled against the other's skin.]
I don't mind touching you. [fuck, is there another blade for him to fall on somewhere, it would be easier than this.] Touching you is ni-it's fine. I don't even mind the way you dress. Normally.
[all the sheer and the naked and the half-naked. it only bothered him because he knew he should be having a reaction to it. that maybe....maybe rook would go away if he didn't see that reaction from him.]
I don't think I would even mind kissing, but I don't know why the fuck I'm even telling you that.
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Date: 2018-09-27 08:27 pm (UTC)but there are more important things to deal with. like how Jiho looks more than a little taken by surprise by Rook knowing. about Rook being aware and okay with it in a sense. and with how Jiho-- wants to touch him? is okay with that? that revelation might just make the demon smile, something small but warm and curling. he leans against Jiho a little more, appreciates the touch he gets.]
Okay.
[ you need to specify more there, Rook. okay to what.
(all of it) ]
We don't-- I mean, I know that people expect me to want sex but, uh-- if you just want to stay like this? That-- that is more than good enough for me. I prefer it actually? [ yeah that's right, a sex demon that doesn't actually like sex, punishment and all right? ] Would like to kiss you eventually though.
[ ah look, blushing again. shit.]
Whenever you want, that is.
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Date: 2018-09-27 11:03 pm (UTC)maybe both. maybe still more the first one than the latter. he lets his hand rest a little more against his back, and the demon eats the attention up like he's starved for it.
maybe he is. maybe jiho can relate.]
I- [don't think i'm ready. need some more time. maybe jiho was going to say something like that. it would be understandable if he was. but he honestly doesn't remember what he was about to say, because he sees rook blushing and it does things to jiho that he's only barely started to admit but are taking hold fast.] Yeah, whenever.
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Date: 2018-10-17 04:39 pm (UTC)like this actually. being allowed to exist quietly in Jiho's space and have the assassin be pleased with that. trusting him with that.]
Mmm, whenever, huh?
[ there is still colour high on his cheekbones as he smiles, leaning in a little to nuzzle at Jiho's jaw. he doesn't kiss him, not yet. he wants to just-- exist like this a little longer thank you.]
I'm gonna leave that one up to you, Candy Crush. [ can you feel his smile against your skin? probably.]