Got them wrapped around your finger

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wrapped around your finger selectively sweet shipping meme

You might be the biggest curmudgeon in the known universe, just as prickly as a porcupine. Perhaps you're on the other end of the spectrum, cool like a cucumber and never letting anyone get to you. They're not worthy of your time. Still, despite what the case may be, you have one little weak spot. The person you love gets all the sweetness and kindness you have, which admittedly may not be too much, and in your rare moments together, many would be shocked at how you behave. In fact, your special person might not even know that you can be grumpy outside of your encounters! Well, goes to show that everyone doen't know everything about you, do they? This meme is pretty shamelessly for fluff, opening up, dokis, and also more dokis. Respond with your character, preferences, what role you'd like to play if it matters, and any other info. Then, respond to others.

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LIKE A TASTY SNACK hello

[floreciente]

I do!

[ Her eyes widened, and for a moment she looked horrified by her own eagerness, a furious red tint spreading over her cheeks and ears; ashamed, she looks away, the back of her free hand pressed firmly against her cheek.

Happiness is scary. It makes her forget herself too easily, makes her want too much and for too many little things and that's still dangerous. She was given to him, so it should be fine, but- ]

I... Please forgive my... outburst.

[ -but Matou Sakura can't forget herself as long as Matou Zouken is near her. ]

I... I still belong to Grandfather, so I can't... go to you before the ceremony. Please... Please forgive me.

/sock slides in/ yoooo <3

[musubitori]

[ His eyebrows raise at her tone and then the clear disappointment that follows it. Houou is more than aware of Zouken's iron grasp over his own kin and it's so distasteful that he struggles to keep the emotion registering on his usually unreadable features. Still, this is about Sakura, not his own feelings and Houou reaches out carefully with his free hand to brush her soft cheek; expression turned earnest. ]

..Hush, there is no conceivable thing for you to be sorry for..

[ He presses callused knuckles to her still burning skin and leans closer to offer her a small smile, lowering his voice least he be overhead - the level of privacy offered to them may be dubious after all. ]

..It seems I must encourage haste in the preparations both our clan are making then, hmm?

[ Everything Houou says can be misconstrued in some way or another, but no smirk accompanies his words. Instead, he blinks - a rare show of trust - and catches her gaze properly, with the pale gold of his own. ]

heyyyy

[floreciente]

[ It is unfair.

This closeness. The warmth of his hand. If he were a pray, there are... many things that she could do; the things Grandparent forced her to learned... the things Nii-san imposed on her. But he's not a prey, nor an enemy, and so all her arts and charms are lost, leaving her instead with her simple heartache, an earnestness that scares her, and something she's scared to put a name on.

His eyes are beautiful. ]

I...

[ What would it be like, to tell him so? If she were more confident, more radiant... Ah, if she were like Tohsaka-san, she would be able to charm him for sure. She'd be able to secure her own happiness firmly, and... this tin distance now between them... if she were better, she... ]

I'm sorry for causing any inconvenience.

[ A cowardly retreat. ]

Please... I... should check on dinner.

\o/

[musubitori]

Ah, that was not--[ A rush to be sure she has not been given the wrong impression, but the look on Sakura's face stops him. ]...Of course.

[ A tactful retreat in response to her own, but Houou is not one to be dissuaded so easily and he brings her small hand to his lips before she can slip away. ]

Do tell me if you require my assistance-- otherwise, I will wistfully await your return, Sakura-chan..

[ A kiss to her soft skin and the release of her hand with all the reluctance that would be shown to a parting of years, and not just one of merely a hallway - but he's making a point; she is no bother, no weight to him, but a joy, something to anticipate, not shoulder. if he could spirit her away this very evening without causing an uproar, Houou would; but there is the future to consider and Sakura's safety, neither of which he wishes to gamble so carelessly. ]

Re: \o/

[floreciente]

[ She holds her hand firmly against her chest, excusing herself before fleeing with silent steps. Sakura-chan. Warmly, softly, gently. She did told him to call her however he liked, didn't she? But still...

It's just too wonderful.

The kitchen is familiar grounds, a little sanctuary she made for herself in the middle of her endless battlefield. Familiar scents and colors, and the simple warmth of the boiling pots. Even her poisons and herbs take a gentler look just by virtue of being here.

.. In truth, she's been preparing for this since yesterday, carefully picking each dish. Grandfather wants his weapon to be a frugal one, but even Grandfather seems to enjoy her dishes, so no real effort was made to stop her from making this her workshop. And... will be the first time she cooks for Houou-sama. So of course she'd want everything to be perfect.

She only retreats once she's made sure everything is right, tunning off to check on her relatives before returning to her guest, some of the kitchen's scent still clinging to her. She looks more composed now, and perhaps even a bit happy. ]

I'm sorry for the delay. And... please excuse them, but both Grandfather and Nii-san have been called away. So it will only be us for the evening. [ She bows, taking her place by his side, still a little unwilling to face him for too long. ] Dinner will be served when you desire it.

slayed by this week bUT HEY, Sakura's a cutie <3

[musubitori]

[ Houou has his chin propped on one hand and has finished the tea in her absence, but he visibly straightens at her return - smile bright and endearingly similar to a pleased canine wagging it's tail. He's certainly not bothered about the reduced attendance for dinner either..]

Just the two of us? I can think of no more pleasant an evening..

[ Houou's free hand is still palm up there on the table, as if patiently waiting for the return of Sakura's touch, but he doesn't reach for her; their contact will be on her terms or not at all, if Houou has anything to say about it and instead he follows her lead. ]

Then shall we, my dear?