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[imatreenow]

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[imatreenow]

You're beautiful too, Kaori. [This is a thing he should say now? What does he know. But he doesn't care, because it's the truth.]

[seiriald]

[Now it was her turn to blush, given she had never been described that way by someone before, or at least not by someone who wasn't a flirt. 'Cute' she heard often enough, but beautiful?]

Thank you, Mithos... [Really, why can't she get this blush under control, and even more so, why was she feeling so pleased that he thought that way?]

[imatreenow]

[He's never given a compliment like that before either, and...it feels strangely good. Did it make her happy? He seems to be wondering this question more and more every day.]

It's just the truth. [Don't worry, his face is burning too and he doesn't know how to stop it either.]

[seiriald]

[Well his face may just come to burn more, because in her happiness Kaori chooses to tackle Mithos onto the bed right then, still smiling happily and nuzzling into him.

Needless to say, she's rather quite happy even though this encounter had been completely unplanned. Or maybe it was because it was unplanned that she found herself feeling elated.]

[imatreenow]

[The assault of cuddles comes as completely unexpected. Only half aware of what's going on, he's pushed down onto his side, wings narrowly avoiding damage, with her pressing down on him.

He really doesn't know what to say now. His face is hot enough that he wonders if she can feel it without having to touch it. His heart too, hammering from the surprise. (Just the surprise, right?) But...he doesn't mind this at all.] ...Kaori?

[seiriald]

Hm? [Already she's made herself quite comfortable, even if she's still blushing quite a bit. A part of her mind is well aware that this might be too close for Mithos' comfort, but she doesn't necessarily want to pull away either. So she just stays where she is, sliding her eyes closed and listening to his rather fast heartbeat.

It almost makes her want to laugh, the way he was reacting right now, but she keeps her silence instead.]

[imatreenow]

[This is new. This is very new. He quickly pushes away the link with that tense morning at the start of the year, and, infinitely worse, the confusing experiences of Valentines with Jeb.

This is real, and despite his awkwardness, he feels comfortable being like this with Kaori.] It's nothing.

[He has to wonder...if he did this with Martel, or Sayo, it would be weird, wouldn't it? He can't picture it. But with Kaori, it just feels natural.] ...I like this.

[seiriald]

... I like it, too. [A part of this felt familiar to her, but she can't recall just why. After all, she hadn't been with any other people like this before, had she? And it didn't really matter anyway, because she wanted to keep her attention focused on Mithos.]

Can we... stay like this? [It did feel somewhat awkward, there was no doubt about that, but if he didn't mind...]

[imatreenow]

[He's suddenly very aware that his hand is resting on her hip, and, a little uncertainly, he slides his arm around her waist, so it's like he's hugging her against him.] I...wouldn't mind if we did. [He wonders why his heart hasn't calmed down yet...]

[seiriald]

[Her response is a strong smile, followed by her making herself more comfortable against him by nuzzling closer, almost burying her face into his hair. In all honesty doing so almost tickled, but at least it hid the blush that had reappeared when he wrapped his arm around her.

Really, why was she reacting this way? They had held each other before.]

[imatreenow]

[He's struggling to grasp why this is so different from anything else he's felt. Then, as she smiles and snuggles up against him, the answer is clear. It's simple, isn't it? It's because she understands, like no one else has. She's the friend he never had before, the friend he'd always wanted. Someone he'd always needed.

Irreplaceable.

Everything with her feels new and different, like colors that nobody knew could exist before. It makes a little more sense... With his free hand, he lightly fingers a strand of her hair.]

[seiriald]

[Though she was used to people running their hands through her hair, and even enjoyed it when they did, something about Mithos being the one to do it made her shiver then blush faintly, though she didn't find herself minding it at all. Making a soft, content noise she nuzzles into him again, but not before reaching for one of the thinner blankets on her bed and pulling it over them.

After that she wraps an arm around him herself so they could be even closer than they already were while focusing on the hand in her hair.]

[imatreenow]

[It's hard to focus on just one thing - her content sigh, her arm around him, her body so close against his, the softness of her hair. He isn't whole. But right now, with her, he feels closer than he has in a long time. He keeps stroking her hair, knowing how comforting it was when the same was done to him.

Then he brushes a strand behind her ear.]

[seiriald]

[If Mithos had been expecting no reaction from touching behind her ear he was dead wrong; there's a sharp squeak quickly followed by a deep blush colouring her face while her eyes widened in shock, the rest of her suddenly clinging to him tightly while she struggled recover from the unanticipated gesture and the amount of warmth it had ignited within her.

Soon enough her tight hold is accompanied by shivering as she tries to calm herself down, and if Mithos were to look at her face he would clearly see the amount of confusion she held right now, as well as how flustered he had left her with that single touch.]

[imatreenow]

...Kaori? What's wrong? [He's still and tense, wondering where the abrupt change in demeanor came from.]

[seiriald]

I-I... [Oh Sorrows please make her blushing stop, it was already overwhelming enough that Mithos had touched her there and she had no idea how to react. Of course he wouldn't know what it meant to touch there, right? But that didn't change how she felt about it or the growing warmth in her body.]

T-that's... only...

I am not sorry. At all. I love you two ok.

[falenandawn]

[Much earlier, Freyjadour had heard a yelp come from Kaori's room, and becoming concerned, he'd tried to enter.

...Of course, this proved rather difficult with the experiment making any door he entered send him to a different portion of the house, but worried and determined, he just kept trying.

Finally stepping into the right doorway this time, his words of concern die on his lips at the scene he encounters. The sight of Mithos, pressed close to Kaori in bed, holding her, with a very obvious blush on Kaori's cheeks and a surprised look on her face at that, made for a very disturbing scene indeed.

Mithos might have three seconds total to explain himself. Might, before that hand gripping the doorknob far too tightly reaches for him instead.]

What are you doing to her?!

I love you Ali

[imatreenow]

[He spends his allotted three seconds fumbling to sit up, but it's difficult with a Kaori clinging to him so tightly and he can only prop himself up on an elbow. His face is as red as hers now. The moment, meant to be shared between only them, is effectively snapped in two.]

I...I didn't do anything...! [Did he? She had started acting strangely, but...?!]

'w'

[seiriald]

[Well if he wants to sit up properly she's not necessarily clinging to him now. As soon as she hears Frey's voice Kaori wastes no time in letting him go, even going so far as to sitting up and placing enough space between them, or at least not touching Mithos anymore. Her hands instinctively pull down the long sleeves of the shirt she had been wearing, making sure the leaves at her wrists were still covered before they swiftly move to cover the ones behind her ears, wondering if the two could see them right now.

Just... pretend to pout, yes. That should work, right?

DAMMIT BLUSH GO AWAY.]

Re: 'w'

[falenandawn]

Then what were you doing? That was not nothing.

[He's stepping forward, his eyes going from Mithos to Kaori and back again, watching her.... fix her clothes? What had he been doing, to make her react so? It's taking quite a bit of willpower to not simply march over and yank Mithos out of the bed, but he'll forego that now that he's no longer touching her, at least.]

Kaori, are you alright? What was he doing to you?

[imatreenow]

[Despite his embarrassment, he feels a sharp pang of disappointment when he realizes that Kaori has put space between them. It feels like a gulf. He misses the warm fleeting sensation that she's his. But he sits up to better deflect Frey's assault of questions.]

It's none of your b--! [--no, even he knows that's not the right answer, if Frey seriously thinks he's done something to harm Kaori.] We were just laying down.

[What did Frey think he had been doing? Memories from last February slip unexpectedly into his mind again, and his face feels hotter, and there's a blurry sort of confusion inside him. That's not...?]

[seiriald]

I'm fine! [Okay, so maybe she squeaked that out and it only makes her blush all the more. And it wasn't technically a lie, aside from the intense amount of confusion and the growing sense of discomfort with the entire situation. Though really, what wasn't going to be awkward about your brother finding you in bed with a male friend?]

Just an accident, I think...

[falenandawn]

[They're both blushing, both flustered. It felt like it had to be quite the accident indeed to cause them both to react in such a way.]

You were sharing the bed? What sort of accident was it, then?

[It didn't seem like 'just' an accident... at the moment, it's not going to occur to him that he possibly overreacting.]

[imatreenow]

[An accident...? What was an accident? He turns to look at Kaori, sinking deeper and deeper into confusion by the moment. He's still trying to push away knotted February memories of sharing a bed with someone else in a very different manner, and wondering what the difference is. His eyes linger on her, but he tears away to answer Frey.

Except he doesn't know how to answer. He's still a flustered shade of red, but he forces his voice into something controlled and terse.]

I touched her hair. [It hadn't been an accident; he meant to do it, because he thought it would feel nice. It was a normal gesture of affection, wasn't it? His sister pet his hair all the time, and Sayo did too sometimes.] Do you have a problem with that, Freyjadour?

[seiriald]

... He touched my leaves. [Can she go die in a hole with how mortified she is right now? Please say yes, because having to tell your brother you friend has practically groped you and doesn't even realize he has is warranting enough blood rushing to her face that she's starting to feel a little dizzy, and her face is actually a vivid red compared to the usual pink that happens. The amount of heat radiating from her as well must really be something, at least she doesn't sweat very easily or this likely would have been ugly before Mithos had even had a chance to defend himself.

But she's still sending a look in Frey's direction which clearly begs: please don't murder him.]