( SHOULD BE SCARED ) smut meme

[ most likely to be the one who's not afraid, but could be in the other role as well (what with his uh wilder side and all).

[Potentially either, though more likely to be scared]

(can be the should-be-scared one, OR can be the monster due his lazarus touch. f/m, m/m, cross-canon, all welcome! no underaged or dead/undead people, please.)

(probably the monster: history and involvement with assassination work and mob ties, amongst other things, but can also be the non-scared one.)

[ooc: if this ~~trainwreck of sad~~ ship is your thing...]

[ the monster ]

[Can be the should-be-scared one, or the monster due to her powers and how she's kinda/sorta already dead.]

[ooc: hehe absolutely! If you don't mind starting us off :3]

[ooc: i got this! if you don't mind some tl;dr.]

[there's a lot of reasons why this shouldn't be. one, they're not supposed to be. two, he's nothing like the real thing. even after taking on Zexion and stealing his powers, he was still no match for him. why real thing let him live, he'll never understand. perhaps to let him do some soul searching. he'd scoffed about it.]

[but then he'd started. he'd spirited away from castle oblivion, out of white walls and into daylight with woods and towns and people. that was the convenience of having Riku's memories. and dark corridors did the rest. he never stayed too long anywhere, never strayed too close when it came to rumors of a boy with a key. but he existed. and so had she, he learned. she who had, yes, once broken his heart. but retrospect had lingered. he knew why she had done it, how fake those memories had really been, a promise that had never existed. but it was funny how it still lingered in his head.]

[time passed. wounds healed. and as the boy with the key saved those once thought lost, it seemed opportunity had been granted second chance. he found her. or maybe she found him. either way, now they were together again-- had been for a while. and making a life that hadn't expected to make in a strangely normal way for a nobody and a replica. living day to day in an apartment where he now lay, restless, on the couch with an arm shielding his eyes and an open book resting on his stomach. because with living together, there had been... new developments... ones he really wasn't sure how to deal with before.]

[it had all started with the kissing. all so very innocent. but the more innocent little acts of affection had been had, the more his thoughts had started lingering on... less innocent things. but, really... what in all the worlds was he thinking? it was Naminé, someone who had been taken advantage of by more than a few people in her time. and he was... well... he grunted a bit in frustration. these hormonal ideas needed to go away post haste.]

[Namine isn't used to being around some many people. She found herself staying in their shared home more and more reluctant go outside as days turn to weeks. She likes to draw those outside of her window. Watching them pass as they live their lives. She stops drawing memories of the others, fearing that they would remind Riku of more of the pain she has caused.

She doesn't understand how it could happen this way. What is left for them now?

Her fingers lightly trace along the windowsill as bright blue eyes watch the clouds lazily pass in the sky. Her sketchbook is open in her lap as her gaze shifts towards the couch. She can't see him from her perch but she knows he's there. It's been a comfort having him so close and she wishes that she could do more for him.

To heal his heart.

Namine slowly stands placing her sketchbook and things on a nearby table. Her palms smooth out her white dress as she walks over towards Riku. It's strange.. different, knowing that they are now so close. She kneels by his side and silently removes his book placing it on the floor.]

You shouldn't get lost in your thoughts like that.

[It isn't so hard to tell that he's not sleeping. She leans forward slightly resting her head on his chest as if trying to peek at his face. After a moment she closes her eyes listing to his chest. It is a surprise when they first kissed. It is as if he fills a part of her that she knows is missing. The part of her that's empty. It's scary but she doesn't want to let that go.]

[he's not exactly a big people person, himself, so at least? she wasn't alone too much. just when he had to work or run errands. the place is shabby enough that the rent isn't as heavy as one would think it to be. it also might have been because he was mistaken for someone else that they got it as cheap as they did. he still begrudges that. but in the end, if it's made Naminé happy, he can't complain. much.]

[especially when he knows she's there on the sill, drawing. he lets her be for the most part when she does. it's her peace of mind, even if sometimes it makes him wonder. but he trusts her. more than himself at the moment. he's grateful she's busy-- only to hear the creak of the floor boards whine under her feet as she approaches.]

[he tries to pretend to sleep, feeling all the more self-conscious when he feels her move the book. but her tone is knowing and he lets out a slow exhale-- that ends in a slight hitch when he feels her resting against his chest. there he was thinking those thoughts and now, this? this is making it worse. she's so close... yet, despite himself, he reaches up with the hand that's not covering his face, hesitating. then blindly breaking the rest of the distance to run his hand through her soft blond tresses. he clears his throat and hopes his next words don't come out with any strain.]

Shouldn't I be saying the same thing to you? [retrospect? probably not the best thing to say. even after the time that's passed, he's still working on words.]

Edited 2015-05-24 21:22 (UTC)

[She sighs softly feeling his fingers as they lace through her hair. The weight of his palm is comforting and she smiles faintly as his chest rose and fell with his breath. Her eyes remain closed as her cheek softly nuzzles against the warmth of his torso. Her tone is soft like a sleepy whisper.]

I suppose so.

[Namine can't argue with him. Her thoughts often remained to herself though Riku always seemed to know what they were. There is so much that is left filtering through her thoughts. Even now she isn't able to to stop the torent fo throughts.

She sighed softly listening to his breath. She tries to banish all thoughts from her mind but they find their way back snaking through her thoughts.]

Why don't you distract me then?

[the nuzzling always gets him. which is usually okay when he's not thinking those kinds of things, but the thing is he is. so, even if it's just meant as something gentle and comforting, his body stiffens a bit. and then a bit more when she asks that of him.]

[usually, it would be so easy. not because his thoughts had never gone south like that before but because they hadn't practically incapacitated him already like they have now. posing that question is like challenging his very self-control. it's frustrating. he hates it. hormones, why now? he knows what she wants. but giving it to her might put other things into motion and he doesn't want to scare or hurt her. unfortunately, this comes off as anger towards her as, gravelly, his voice rises again, curt without meaning to be.] Not now.

[She notices the tension in his body even as his fingers rest tangled within her hair.

Her breath catch in her throat at his harsh tone. Her fingers reach up and gently trail over his hand. Namine doesn't say anything but she can feel the ache in her chest at his words. She doesn't want to ask more of him, she doesn't deserve to, not after the things she has done.

Namine gently traces over his fingers moving his hand from her hair. Her lips gently press against his middle finger before she slowly rises from the heat of his chest. She keeps her hand in his gently kissing his palm before pulling her lips from his hand.]

Should you get lost in your thoughts, I will find you.

[It is a promise, she doesn't want him to be alone again. Even if that means the space between them might grow. She wants to be close to him but how can she even show him that? Bit by bit she feels her heart breaking her bright blue eyes fixated on the curves of his palm.]

[he doesn't have to look at her to know he fucked up. he can feel it in the air. hear it on her baited breath. the soft touches of her fingers on his own singes him, her lips on the tip of one in particular, and then he feels cold as she moves away. it's that last kiss that tears through in nerves in hot white guilt. and that voice, so small, as she peels herself away.]

[this isn't right. this isn't how it's supposed to be. he doesn't want it this way. he-]

[he finally moves his hand away from his face, so he has the leverage to push himself up. it means he has to briefly pull his other hand away so he doesn't lose balance and roll off the couch and onto her. but it soon finds its way back to her. he's very lightly cupping her cheek now although his eyes are on the floor.] I'm- [sorry.] I- didn't mean that.

[At first she's confused, she can hear her heart pounding in her chest as he shifts. It's cold as he moves away and she can feel the air between them stir before she his palm cups her cheek.

Namine's breath catches in her throat as her eyes flick up from the ground to his features. She's silent for a moment searching for some sort of emotion. There she see's it; guilt. She shakes her head moving her fingers against his. She doesn't move his hand from her cheeks but instead holds him against her hoping to comfort him with the gentle touch.]

I'm sorry.

[Even now she knows that she can cause him pain. She has caused him pain. She swallows the lump in her throat while trying to steady the frantic beating of her heart.]

I don't want to hurt you.

[Namine's voice is soft though firm. Her eyes clear as she looks at him waiting, wishing, he'd meet her gaze.]

[it's funny how those very last words are all the reason he needs to do so. because the moment she says that, he scoffs.] You... hurt me? [sure, she has in the past. but that's years ago now. if anything, being with her, as puzzling as living is... it's better this way.]

[but also difficult in different ways. because at the end of the day, it still all comes back down to him. he... sighs as he peeks through his bangs, forcing his gaze to linger.] I don't wanna... [he trails off and his gaze drops again. words with tact? never his strong point. but he's trying. carefully.] It's the other way around. [round about but... there's your answer, Naminé. at least if you can pick up on his vagueness. he hasn't moved his hand away at least. if anything, he's been trailing his fingers along her face just a bit.]

[Her eyes lock with his and she slowly begins to understand his meaning. Bit by bit she laces his words together as a picture slowly forms her in thoughts. Her eyes don't stray away from his not wanting to miss a beat between them.]

You won't hurt me.

[Naminé's voice is clear as if knowing it to be true. Her eyes reflect every emotion that she feels pressing against her heart: affection, worry, fear. All swirling together in the bright blue hue of her gaze.

She leans forward keeping his hand against her cheek as she moves. She stops before her lips met his as if waiting for permission to move forward. She can taste the heat of his breath as it caresses her cheek. She almost wishes she could ask him to trust in her, believe in her but the words stop before ever leaving her lips.]

Riku

[as vague as he's been, she knows him too well. and it doesn't seem to take her long to figure out the implication. all the same, it doesn't seem to deter her at all. if anything, she tucks in closer trying to reassure him.]

[which makes it even harder for him to resist. she's leaning in and she's so close now... he can almost taste her. he wants to even. still, even if she claims he won't hurt her, what if he does? what if everything goes wrong? what if, what if... ]

[but he understands at that point... pulling back from her will also hurt her. he's in an inevitable bind. a bind that he wants and doesn't want. with a name he wants to hear from her and yet doesn't want because it's not really his. but then she makes it feel like it is with that breath against his face-]

[he leans in to meet her the rest of the way, the kiss chaste at first. gentle. he can't hurt her, he can't hurt her. ...but he wants her so much, he's already stinging.

..would she want that, too?]

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ended up out for the night, but finally back now!

That's cool! I ended up having a beer last night >.<

no prob! long day?

Sorta >.<

has today been better at the very least?

Yes :3

that's great to hear!

XD

is the enthusiasm a bit ironic considering these two are in mid-awkward?

hehe, it's cute

heh! :)