#justdatingthings

[reversesock]

#justdatingthings Part of the charm of being in a relationship isn't found in the amor, the grand shows and trapping. Contentment can just as easily come from the little things - or even the silly things - about being close to someone. At first, you're either naturally standoffish or wary or you're intent on impressing them and not looking like a total nerd. That's how the "getting to know you" process works, unfortunately. As you get more serious...you may actually get less so? Maybe you'll let them see your dorky humor, your weird laugh, your bizarre hobbies, your bed head. It could end up that the two of you have more fun playing video games together, Netflixing and chilling, baking cookies, or sword fighting (if you're in the olden days, where Netflix and cookies are scarce). And, really, you can't help that their clothes are so comfortable on you. It's a good thing you guys are together. You really did gain a best bud. Character, preferences, etc. You know the drill! Thread. Go forth and kill spiders, share clothes, snuggle together for warmth, play Mario Kart, open jars, bake brownies, hang out on the drawbridge of a castle, slay vampires, whatever you dudes get up to. ♥

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[radiantlegacy]

"Of course... I trust you." He smiles simply, his eyes set directly ahead of them in a peaceable calm, a distantly pleased and pacified squint, catlike. Arms linked at their sides, Namine's hand recieves a small, tender squeeze. "I'm awfully stubborn over foolish things, aren't I?"

There are so many more secrets that he's kept to himself, things he hasn't told her, more for Namine's sake than his own. Private things, darker things, stories far more shameful than having an eye unable to distinguish colors.

Her squeak of indignation when she at last notices her apron catches him a little off guard, blinking at her mildly, his expression totally innoculous.

"Well what's wrong with it?" It's not as if they're attending a ceremonial parade in a house apron, or venturing out in pajamas? She looks charming in it, the shape of her waist a little more defined, the curve of her hip perhaps the slightest bit more prominent. There aren't any silly patterns. "I go about in my labcoat all the time? You've nothing to be ashamed of- We're just going on a quick errand. Here, would you rather I hold it for you?"

[falsememories]

The comment about his stubbornness tugs are her heart, lifting their connected hands so that she can bring them to her lips, pressing a soft kiss along Ienzo's knuckles. It's warm, despite the briefness of the kiss, and Namine lowers their hands back between them once again. "I don't think so." She says gently. "Everyone has things like that. And it's definitely not foolish." If it's important to Ienzo, then she could never bring herself to agree that something like that was foolish.

After all, that's what it meant to care about someone. Accepting their quirks and habits, without trying to change them. At least, that's what she thinks.

"I just feel silly, I guess." Namine admits, offering him a sheepish smile. It's followed with a shake of her head, blonde hair swaying back and forth as she does. It would only mean more trouble for him to carry around an apron. Besides, if Ienzo doesn't think that it's a big deal, then perhaps it's not as silly as she thinks. "No, it's fine. I just hadn't remembered that I was wearing it. Don't let me forget to leave it in the kitchen when we're done, though." She chuckles softly. The irony isn't lost on her, considering she is a witch who deals specifically with memories.