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[frostfist]

WHO: wriothesley, various
WHAT: 2024 catchall log
WHERE: around
WHEN: march 2024 onwards
WARNINGS: n/a; will be added in thread headers

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[wheft]

[ kissing her isn't going to be that bad, tf. right? literally her only reference is toji that one night, but this is different. she's not sober this time, they have to keep up with this pretense till the mission is over - and let's be real, there is no way they can proceed with the auction with how wasted she is. she'll have to apologize to him for that next time u_u

moreover, it's wriothesley. she can't deny the fact that they've grown closer these past few months, enough to make her consider him as a friend if asked. but would friends ever go this far? would he continue to treat her as this precious and sacred thing after the clock strikes twelve?

she doesn't know. what she does know is that he won't leave her hanging.

it's a good thing the interior is dim enough to obscure how red her freckled cheeks are when he teases her with a kiss on the hand - a prelude for what's to come. she shifts her head slightly to look at him, eyes half-lidded. she normally isn't one to pay close attention to looks, but... he's rather handsome like this, isn't he? ]

...There's nothing to take back. It's just you.

[ that doesn't make sense at all. none of this does. and maybe that's okay. ]

[frostfist]

[ Just him.

Said with any other inflection and it might have come off as insulting or demeaning, but he appreciates the words for what they are: a reassurance of her comfort around him, where once she would have been prickly and standoffish. The booze probably helps too. Well, if Cinderella (Ishmaella??) wants a kiss then her prince for the evening will deliver it to her. They can both indulge in a little bit of fantasy before having to return to cold harsh reality. There's nothing wrong taking hold of one's wants, even in a situation like this.

He lowers their hands and leans forward to press a soft kiss on her lips. Honestly as far as kisses go it's pretty chaste, and the only thing that saves it from being entirely perfunctory is the way his mouth lingers a second too long before he finally pulls back.

No tongue though, sorry. :/ They can save that for next time. ]

Satisfied?

[ Or is she going to make him do it again? ]

[wheft]

[ liquid courage has yet to fail her. what was supposed to be daunting has been muted thanks to the rum in her veins, along with the simplicity of their kiss. on the outside it may not have lasted long, but to ishmael and her addled brain they may as well have kissed for hours, squeezing his hand the entire time like a lifeline that she refuses to let go of.

and just like that, it's over. she blinks at him twice once he pulls away, as if she couldn't believe what just happened, and smiles. a wide one that's almost cheeky before she leans her head back on his shoulder and closes her eyes again. clearly she's more comfortable just resting her poor head on his side like this than making out. at least for now. ]

...Whatever's enough for you is enough for me.

[ there's always next time. whatever they have right now... it's all right. and she wouldn't have it any other way. ]