[dear god, it's this one. the one he tries not to think about, with his sudden appearance and his ridiculous nicknames and looking like a love slave from ancient babylon.]
what are you wearing right now?
[it sounds sexy, but he's tired, it's been a long night, and he's not sure he can handle so much right now.]
[ there is no response to that, just the smell of ash before Rook is there, probably far too close for comfort but old habits die hard or something like that.
he is minus a few chains compared to normal, and has something that almost looks like a small blanket or a scarf wrapped around his shoulders but-- aside from that still probably wearing fewer clothes than you would like him to be. sorry jiho. ]
What are you-- ooh, is that tea? Finally, someone with fucking taste in this house I swear, it is horrifying how many people here drink coffee. Ugh.
[or night, or whatever. jiho takes a sip before turning around. he leans ack against the counter, one arm across his middle as he looks at the demon. his eyes stop when he reaches the scarf, eyebrow arching.]
I suppose but like... you can still have some sense of taste right?
[ just getting through life is hard enough most of the time, Rook knows this but- still.
there is a bright smile at the superhero comment though, the demon looking to the blanket scarf wrapped around him.]
Thought you would appreciate me in more clothing while I brought you gifts. But sure, superhero, I'll take it. Not sure my ability to seduce people would count as a good power but, okay.
[well, at least they agree on something. next time he might even make enough for two. jiho lifts the cup to his lips, but can't help sputtering a little at the demon's comment.]
This...is what you call more clothing...
[YOU'RE STILL SCANDALOUS FROM THE WAIST DOWN, YOU KNOW.]
[why does this even bother him. why does rook alone seem to have the ability to get under jiho's skin. he doesn't know, it must have something to do with how they started off on the very wrong foot.]
[ Rook has no idea why he bothers you so much but he also isn't about to let such opportunities pass. he doesn't get much in the way of entertaining conversation and banter and this-- this is actually kind nice.
in a way.]
Mm I do![ he lights up at that, reaching into the folds of the blanket scarf to pull out-- what appears to be a bronze dagger with gemstones in it and something in an ancient language pressed into the blade.]
Here, found this and it made me think of you, it's bespelled to never miss if you throw it. And a few other things but I'm shit at untangling those kinda things so...
[ he shrugs like 'eh', figuring Jiho can find out the fun way what else it does.]
what are you thinking offering jiho a dagger that never misses. while standing right in front of him.
jiho just stares at him for a moment before slowly putting his cup of tea down.]
Where did you get this?
[it looks ancient, and expensive. jiho runs his fingers over the gemstones. the longer he looks at it, the more...something he is. he doesn't even want to stab rook with it to test out his claim.]
[ proving a point? taunting fate? he doesn't know.
when he doesn't take the blade right away, Rook starts to fidget a but but before he can start babbling about hell only knows what, Jiho is taking the weapon and looking at it in a way that the demon can only think of as fond.
good choice then.]
Ahh, honestly? Probably picked it up when someone tried to stab me with it in Persia but-- [ he shrugs, small amused smile on his lips as he toys with the scarf.] I have been collecting weird shit for... a really long time and this-- Dunno, thought you could use it. Pretty sure it never gets dull either...
[dry. but strangely enough jiho can imagine rook being more than a match for even a magical blade. he's slippery that way. maybe he oils up his body along with all that damn gold.
jiho actually snorts at that thought, and covers up his smile with a hand. he doesn't want the demon to get the wrong idea...or even worse, get the right one.]
Do you like honey in your tea or not?
[jiho turns away to get another cup, still clutching the dagger so tightly that his knuckles turn white.]
[ Rook laughs at that though, something low and amused because, well, it didn't miss it's mark. he is pretty sure he pulled it out from between his ribs where his heart is. so--
and while he won't make a comment about the laughter, he does note it. huh, Candy Crush does have emotions.]
Nah, it hit its mark. I'm just annoyingly difficult to kill like that.
[ be proud, he doesn't wink at you for that. he does , however, look a little startled at the offer for tea. ]
[of course it would be. to be a magical ninja, jiho is predictable.
he likes it that way. if people know what to expect of him, maybe they won't expect more. but there's something slow in his movements as he prepares a second cup, like he's more focused on his thoughts than his actions for a change.]
I like cardamon and cinnamon too.
[surprisingly sweet choices, keep that to your fucking self.]
[predictable or not, Rook takes note. you might find the cupboards stocked with some interesting and rare teas in the coming days, Jiho. mostly black tea too. strange, huh?
though he is a little surprised at the addition, hums as he hops to sit on the counter and watch the way the other makes tea.]
I have always liked cinnamon, it was so expensive back in the day, but totally worth it. There was a drink they used to make, in Iran, with cinnamon and cloves in this kind of wine. I should try to make it sometime, you might enjoy it.
[doesn't do much at all that might distract him, slow him down. which just happens to be most of the fun things in life.
it's fine. he doesn't need fun, wine, or even sex. what he needs is for everyone in this family to stay safe. he needs to not fail them the way he failed his first family. who else would he leave this to? myung? the human boy? he would hesitate even for neve, knowing that he understands him better than most. he also knows that he has someone who means the world to him, someone who feels the same.
jiho finishes making the tea and slides the cup over to rook without a word.]
Mmm it isn't very strong, the wine that is. I think the way it is boiled makes it less alcoholic.
[ not that he really feels much of a buzz either way with it. but he knows more than one being that avoids drinking. so-]
I wonder if grape juice would work. I should try it.
[ it is almost more to himself than to Jiho but-- well it is clear that he would make it for him. so that he was able to enjoy it. because you might say that you don't need those things, something other than death, but Rook knows better. sorry. ]
Thank you.
[ he mumbles it, but the smile on his face, though small, is loud. it isn't something crafted or enticing, but real. the demon wraps his fingers around the cup and hums in contentment. it smells delightful. warming.
maybe that is what prompts Rook to speak again as he stares into the liquid whle he clutches the tea, lopsided smile on his face.]
Have you ever had the hot cocoa from South America? The kind with peppers in it so it's warm and spicy?
[is jiho hinting that he wouldn't drink it anyway? quite possibly. it just feels like he's wasting rook's time, and there's better people in the house for him to shower with attention and gifts anyway.
he doesn't even mean to acknowledge the demon's thanks for the tea, but then he makes the mistake of glancing up at him, and rook seems some fucking pleased by some hot water and tea leaves, and it's kind of sweet and endearing in that way that makes jiho a little uncomfortable - not necessarily with rook, but uncomfortable in his own skin.]
...It's just tea. And I haven't been to South America.
[he goes to sit down at the table, prepared to let that be that. but there's more to his answer than he's letting on.
sigh. fuck.]
But there was this Mexican restaurant in Arizona. They served it, or something like it.
Mmm, wine is a kind of grape juice, isn't it? [ he gives a teasing smile before sipping on the tea.] Mmm, doesn't bother me either way, most alcohol does nothing for me, not that I was fond of it before either.
[ Jiho might think that Rook is wasting his time, but the demon thinks otherwise. or feels otherwise. most of the time, minus the first time with attempted murder, when he is around the assassin, he feels calm. content. not really at peace, but probably as close to it as he can get in his current state.
Rook likes a lot of people, especially in this house, they are more welcoming and over all good, but there are a few he likes more than others. much to Jiho's chagrin, he is one of them.
making a noise of dissent, the demon goes to argue how it is more than the tea. how Jiho bothered to prepare it for him at all but-- something stops him. instead he sighs and kicks his feet a little, watching as he goes to sit down.]
Mmm, they might have gotten it right. Maybe. [ another sip, Rook closing his eyes a little as he leans back on the counter, head against the cabinets.] Did you like it?
[shit, he shouldn't have asked. but the way rook made it sound, like maybe there was a time before when alcohol did do more for him, it was just strange enough to make jiho curious.
he still should've kept his curiosity to himself. one might think that the more jiho knows the people of this house, the more he likes them, the easier it becomes to do what he does. and that might actually be true. but it won't make it easier for them should the day ever come when he jiho doesn't come home.]
My brother was the one who ordered it. He hated it. [jiho remembers the real reason that he drank it, so his little brother wouldn't get in trouble. but then he was surprised.] I liked how warm it made me feel. A little bit like alcohol too, now that I think about it.
[ if Rook is surprised by the question, he doesn't show it. instead he keeps his eyes closed and hums a little, nostalgic almost.]
Before I was this, when I was human. [ a beat. he sips his tea before opening his eyes to look at Jiho, but it is clear he is thinking back more than he is seeing things now.] I don't remember a lot, bits and pieces. But I remember that alcohol was different and that I was never really fond of it. Didn't like how it dulled everything. Made it fuzzy.
[ how it made people forget things. or do things they didn't want because they couldn't think.
you know, like how his power worked now.
the demon shakes his head, clearing whatever lingering ghosts might still be in his vision before smiling again at Jiho.]
Mmm, it does make you warm. I have had it a few times, maybe I will bring some back next time. And their chocolate for Minsu, he would probably enjoy that, yeah?
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Date: 2018-08-27 02:35 pm (UTC)i have a present for you.
[ and no it isn't him wearing clothes for once, sorry. ]
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Date: 2018-08-27 02:45 pm (UTC)what are you wearing right now?
[it sounds sexy, but he's tired, it's been a long night, and he's not sure he can handle so much right now.]
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Date: 2018-08-27 02:49 pm (UTC)[ look here you, ancient babylon knew style and comfort okay.]
the usual minus a few chains. is that gonna be a distraction?
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Date: 2018-08-27 02:52 pm (UTC)[jiho prefers action over words.]
what's the gift?
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Date: 2018-08-27 02:58 pm (UTC)[ he also prefers action over words, but then again it is where his power lies.]
so you don't want it to be a surprise, okay then. i swear it isn't me in just a thin sheet. that good enough?
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Date: 2018-08-27 03:05 pm (UTC)kitchen.
[where he's making tea instead of coffee, adding little packets of red ginseng to it.]
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Date: 2018-08-28 12:36 am (UTC)he is minus a few chains compared to normal, and has something that almost looks like a small blanket or a scarf wrapped around his shoulders but-- aside from that still probably wearing fewer clothes than you would like him to be. sorry jiho.
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What are you-- ooh, is that tea? Finally, someone with fucking taste in this house I swear, it is horrifying how many people here drink coffee. Ugh.
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Date: 2018-08-28 01:02 am (UTC)[or night, or whatever. jiho takes a sip before turning around. he leans ack against the counter, one arm across his middle as he looks at the demon. his eyes stop when he reaches the scarf, eyebrow arching.]
Are you a superhero today?
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Date: 2018-09-10 04:34 pm (UTC)[ just getting through life is hard enough most of the time, Rook knows this but- still.
there is a bright smile at the superhero comment though, the demon looking to the blanket scarf wrapped around him.]
Thought you would appreciate me in more clothing while I brought you gifts. But sure, superhero, I'll take it. Not sure my ability to seduce people would count as a good power but, okay.
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Date: 2018-09-10 09:13 pm (UTC)This...is what you call more clothing...
[YOU'RE STILL SCANDALOUS FROM THE WAIST DOWN, YOU KNOW.]
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Date: 2018-09-11 12:43 am (UTC)Rook looks down then back up to Jiho, eyebrow raised.]
I mean I can take the pants off and make the blanket a toga if you really want but-- I mean more skin is covered than usual.
[ is he smirking? he's totally smirking. ]
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Date: 2018-09-12 10:06 pm (UTC)Didn't you have something you wanted to give me?
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Date: 2018-09-12 10:31 pm (UTC)in a way.]
Mm I do![ he lights up at that, reaching into the folds of the blanket scarf to pull out-- what appears to be a bronze dagger with gemstones in it and something in an ancient language pressed into the blade.]
Here, found this and it made me think of you, it's bespelled to never miss if you throw it. And a few other things but I'm shit at untangling those kinda things so...
[ he shrugs like 'eh', figuring Jiho can find out the fun way what else it does.]
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Date: 2018-09-12 10:41 pm (UTC)rook, honey.
what are you thinking offering jiho a dagger that never misses. while standing right in front of him.
jiho just stares at him for a moment before slowly putting his cup of tea down.]
Where did you get this?
[it looks ancient, and expensive. jiho runs his fingers over the gemstones. the longer he looks at it, the more...something he is. he doesn't even want to stab rook with it to test out his claim.]
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Date: 2018-09-12 10:45 pm (UTC)when he doesn't take the blade right away, Rook starts to fidget a but but before he can start babbling about hell only knows what, Jiho is taking the weapon and looking at it in a way that the demon can only think of as fond.
good choice then.]
Ahh, honestly? Probably picked it up when someone tried to stab me with it in Persia but-- [ he shrugs, small amused smile on his lips as he toys with the scarf.] I have been collecting weird shit for... a really long time and this-- Dunno, thought you could use it. Pretty sure it never gets dull either...
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Date: 2018-09-12 10:59 pm (UTC)[dry. but strangely enough jiho can imagine rook being more than a match for even a magical blade. he's slippery that way. maybe he oils up his body along with all that damn gold.
jiho actually snorts at that thought, and covers up his smile with a hand. he doesn't want the demon to get the wrong idea...or even worse, get the right one.]
Do you like honey in your tea or not?
[jiho turns away to get another cup, still clutching the dagger so tightly that his knuckles turn white.]
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Date: 2018-09-13 01:42 pm (UTC)and while he won't make a comment about the laughter, he does note it. huh, Candy Crush does have emotions.]
Nah, it hit its mark. I'm just annoyingly difficult to kill like that.
[ be proud, he doesn't wink at you for that. he does , however, look a little startled at the offer for tea. ]
Uh... depends on the tea actually.
[ a beat while he watches, quiet.]
What's your favourite tea?
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Date: 2018-09-13 02:25 pm (UTC)[of course it would be. to be a magical ninja, jiho is predictable.
he likes it that way. if people know what to expect of him, maybe they won't expect more. but there's something slow in his movements as he prepares a second cup, like he's more focused on his thoughts than his actions for a change.]
I like cardamon and cinnamon too.
[surprisingly sweet choices, keep that to your fucking self.]
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Date: 2018-09-21 01:48 pm (UTC)though he is a little surprised at the addition, hums as he hops to sit on the counter and watch the way the other makes tea.]
I have always liked cinnamon, it was so expensive back in the day, but totally worth it. There was a drink they used to make, in Iran, with cinnamon and cloves in this kind of wine. I should try to make it sometime, you might enjoy it.
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Date: 2018-09-24 10:44 pm (UTC)[doesn't do much at all that might distract him, slow him down. which just happens to be most of the fun things in life.
it's fine. he doesn't need fun, wine, or even sex. what he needs is for everyone in this family to stay safe. he needs to not fail them the way he failed his first family. who else would he leave this to? myung? the human boy? he would hesitate even for neve, knowing that he understands him better than most. he also knows that he has someone who means the world to him, someone who feels the same.
jiho finishes making the tea and slides the cup over to rook without a word.]
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Date: 2018-09-25 12:11 am (UTC)[ not that he really feels much of a buzz either way with it. but he knows more than one being that avoids drinking. so-]
I wonder if grape juice would work. I should try it.
[ it is almost more to himself than to Jiho but-- well it is clear that he would make it for him. so that he was able to enjoy it. because you might say that you don't need those things, something other than death, but Rook knows better. sorry. ]
Thank you.
[ he mumbles it, but the smile on his face, though small, is loud. it isn't something crafted or enticing, but real. the demon wraps his fingers around the cup and hums in contentment. it smells delightful. warming.
maybe that is what prompts Rook to speak again as he stares into the liquid whle he clutches the tea, lopsided smile on his face.]
Have you ever had the hot cocoa from South America? The kind with peppers in it so it's warm and spicy?
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Date: 2018-09-25 12:28 am (UTC)[is jiho hinting that he wouldn't drink it anyway? quite possibly. it just feels like he's wasting rook's time, and there's better people in the house for him to shower with attention and gifts anyway.
he doesn't even mean to acknowledge the demon's thanks for the tea, but then he makes the mistake of glancing up at him, and rook seems some fucking pleased by some hot water and tea leaves, and it's kind of sweet and endearing in that way that makes jiho a little uncomfortable - not necessarily with rook, but uncomfortable in his own skin.]
...It's just tea. And I haven't been to South America.
[he goes to sit down at the table, prepared to let that be that. but there's more to his answer than he's letting on.
sigh. fuck.]
But there was this Mexican restaurant in Arizona. They served it, or something like it.
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Date: 2018-09-25 12:45 am (UTC)[ Jiho might think that Rook is wasting his time, but the demon thinks otherwise. or feels otherwise. most of the time, minus the first time with attempted murder, when he is around the assassin, he feels calm. content. not really at peace, but probably as close to it as he can get in his current state.
Rook likes a lot of people, especially in this house, they are more welcoming and over all good, but there are a few he likes more than others. much to Jiho's chagrin, he is one of them.
making a noise of dissent, the demon goes to argue how it is more than the tea. how Jiho bothered to prepare it for him at all but-- something stops him. instead he sighs and kicks his feet a little, watching as he goes to sit down.]
Mmm, they might have gotten it right. Maybe. [ another sip, Rook closing his eyes a little as he leans back on the counter, head against the cabinets.] Did you like it?
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Date: 2018-09-25 12:56 am (UTC)[shit, he shouldn't have asked. but the way rook made it sound, like maybe there was a time before when alcohol did do more for him, it was just strange enough to make jiho curious.
he still should've kept his curiosity to himself. one might think that the more jiho knows the people of this house, the more he likes them, the easier it becomes to do what he does. and that might actually be true. but it won't make it easier for them should the day ever come when he jiho doesn't come home.]
My brother was the one who ordered it. He hated it. [jiho remembers the real reason that he drank it, so his little brother wouldn't get in trouble. but then he was surprised.] I liked how warm it made me feel. A little bit like alcohol too, now that I think about it.
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Date: 2018-09-25 01:30 am (UTC)Before I was this, when I was human. [ a beat. he sips his tea before opening his eyes to look at Jiho, but it is clear he is thinking back more than he is seeing things now.] I don't remember a lot, bits and pieces. But I remember that alcohol was different and that I was never really fond of it. Didn't like how it dulled everything. Made it fuzzy.
[ how it made people forget things. or do things they didn't want because they couldn't think.
you know, like how his power worked now.
the demon shakes his head, clearing whatever lingering ghosts might still be in his vision before smiling again at Jiho.]
Mmm, it does make you warm. I have had it a few times, maybe I will bring some back next time. And their chocolate for Minsu, he would probably enjoy that, yeah?
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