What if we kissed on the race car bed

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kissing. that's it, that's the meme.

ONE: comment with your character and preferences.
TWO: you're kissing.
THREE: reply to others.
FOUR: no, seriously, they're kissing.
FIVE: whether there's backstory behind it, whether this has been building-building-BUILDING up or you've just met or you've been cursed by the universal, non-season specific hanging festive object of your choice and you can't escape until you smooch OR you literally just tripped into somebody's lips, if doesn't matter. btw it doesn't have to be on the mouth. live your best creative life.
SIX: it's a thing. it's happening. so you probably better let the people in the back know if you want assumed CR, gentle kisses on the forehead only, if you prefer gen/platonic kisses for the kids, crack threads, frenching, one-sided or misunderstood intentions and mistaken identities, whatevs.
SEVEN: kissin'. kiss kiss fall in love motherf-

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[sajaboys]

I've worked with far less.

Besides, it is a nice night. Why let it go to waste?

[huntrix]

Flattering yourself now?

How do you want to spend it?

[sajaboys]

Alone, perhaps. With you.

I've long told my familiars to disappear. Their antics will have to wait till my next invitation.

[huntrix]

[ her cheeks colour, despite himself. ]

I'm here.

[sajaboys]

For the last time, right?

[ because he can't help just one more taunting remark. something to fill the air before his lips fill hers, jinu craning his neck to deepen their kiss. he's the first to close the distance while they sit next to each other on a park bench, another evening rendezvous now proving to be more than just conversation. ]

Maybe I should kiss you like it's the last.

[huntrix]

[ she leans towards it. to the kiss, to this new orbit she's found herself. rumi can't help but also rest her palm against his heart, where she knows, she knows it's there. she just wishes he could see it too. see it through her eyes.

but she understands why. rumi has just as hard a time seeing herself through his. ]

I wish you'd kiss me to be free.

[sajaboys]

[ there's a barrier between them that both can perceive yet can't see past. but the mere perception of it's a bittersweet comfort, at least to him. another person with walls, another demon with markings, who can understand what this exact existence demands. it's obvious what's caused jinu to second-guess himself, to see glimmers of hope where none should be. but is that from what he shares with rumi's demonic side, or does it come from her human touch? ]

If it were that easy, I'd be free already.

But you and I know better.

[ he noticeably doesn't resist her hand's placement. instead, he cups it with his own, as if holding dear where her palm rests on his heart. like this is the closest he's ever come in the past 400 years to feeling himself seen... despite what he still hides. and despite how such a truth could cause everything between them to come crashing down. ]

[huntrix]

[ her expression drops at that statement. having hope is intrinsic to rumi. not because she's desperate, clinging onto the gold lining in the honmoon, shimmering so close. to be a hunter is to have hope. to care. you cannot weave without that feeling, you cannot sing and touch the hearts of others if you do not possess that resonance.

rumi doesn't need to see the light to know jinu's heart resonates with hers. that there is nothing they don't see in each other. it can't be all echoes. it just can't. ]

You can be free. We can make it.

[sajaboys]

[ echoes need things to reverberate between. and those things may be real enough, but jinu wants more. as much as he knows he can't have it. as much as he knows he doesn't deserve it. he can't even see a future for them that isn't ruined, in some way, by gwi-ma's intervention. because no matter their own plans, no matter what they strive to achieve, hope is fickle. hope can be snuffed out. that, at least, is what jinu's immortal life has taught him. and here's rumi, begging to differ... ]

Only time will tell.

[ her hand's in his hand, still. a good enough reason, he finds, to lift it to his lips. to kiss soft skin, even there, before pulling her in, urging her closer. like maybe they can both distract themselves with each other. from the world. from the future. ]

I don't know what'll convince me to believe, Rumi.

But I'm already convinced to try anyway.

[ that much, at least, he can say truthfully. ]

[huntrix]

[ her cheeks flush a light pink. she's not immune to this, she just had her walls so high up that no one could truly get close. it was safer that way. for everyone. for herself. for the world. she had all the justifications but none of the comfort. it felt cold to walk on.

rumi places a hand on his cheek, to tilt his face towards her. her voice cracks, patterns in her throat. ]

Won't you say it?

[sajaboys]

What do you want me to say?

[ and of course, it's like him to make her do the work here. even though the question comes off as genuine, like maybe he wants to know - for once - what'll please her. put her at ease. the way, despite their past bickering, their past attempts at each other's lives, jinu's never felt freer than to be in her midst. to not only be kissing her hand, but to reach with his lips for her cheek. for the corner of her lip, before settling once more on her lips in totality.

a kiss he only breaks to speak again, though separation - however brief - has a surprising sting. ]

What words are even enough?

[huntrix]

That you want to be free.

[ be free with me. effortless, soaring. they can be who they want, they can do this in the light of day instead of the cover of darkness. they won't need to tuck themselves into small corners, unseen. ]

Please. I want you to have that.

[sajaboys]

I want it as much as you do. Trust me.

And I want to be with you just as freely.

[ he longs, even after just separating, for more of the same from her lips. a distraction from the matter at hand, of the dilemma that looms over them both. the darkness, indeed, they must live with and live in for the time being. ]

But it feels... wrong.

Wrong to promise you anything more than this, in the here and now.

[ whatever this is. ]

[huntrix]

[ promises are hard. she gets that. she's broken a few herself, trying to dodge the patterns. what she was born with. what she never got to choose. is it unfair that she's forcing a choice on jinu in this way.

she feels — she feels ready to break free. ]

. . . Okay. I'll stop asking.

[sajaboys]

You don't have to stop.

It feels good. To see someone hope.

[ he attempts a bittersweet smile, sober as he remains to the reality of his condition. how loyal he must remain to gwi-ma's influence, no matter what he tries to do in secret. ]

I'm ashamed I can't tell you want you want to hear.

But I love what listening to you does for me.

[ almost as much, perhaps, as what he soon does, searching for her lips once more. losing himself in them, shutting his eyes as he deepens the kiss. cherishes it, tender despite his yearning. despite the force they've both mustered against each other in past skirmishes, ever the hunter and demon. ]

[huntrix]

[ rumi slides her arms around his neck, holding him close. she can taste salt on her own lips. had she been crying? or was it just the memory of tears slowly melting away. rumi listens to the sound of his voice, the feel of his lips against hers and of course, his heart, pressed up against hers. ]