Mm, I wonder how much it changes for him... it's annoying.
[ Is his (rather grumpy) assessment as he continues to lean into Shi Qingxuan, like her words about wanting to be closer were true for not just Xie Lian. (They're not, but Shino's always like that anyway, really, so what's the difference?) His arm is a series of reactive and slow to fade colours where they touch, renewing in brightness the longer the contact lingers. ]
Is how bad Cordis messes with you different each time, or is it usually the same?
[ Shi Qingxuan has no desire to break their contact, so she keeps holding him close, their shadows linked together as they enter the transporter. ]
It's hard to say... He changes animals sometimes, and sometimes he has more animalistic traits than others, but I don't know what might be going on for him that I can't see...
[ Anxieties and wants he's keeping hidden away beyond cuddling against his side with a flushed face... ]
Ah, for me, it's fairly consistent. You've seen some of the worst that can happen to me, but the mental changes aren't any easier to deal with. Wanting to have everything is dangerous here.
[ It's a fair assessment of a reality Shino likewise understands, and he doesn't speculate on how Xie Lian feels in any given Iris or Triple Moons; he might ask, but for now, he lets it lay quiet between all of them.
His focus is on Shi Qingxuan, and her words: how wanting everything is dangerous, and he understands, or thinks he does. (He doesn't in specifics; he doesn't know about her brush with chroma deprivation.) ]
Isn't that true everywhere?
[ He says, patting down his pocket to pull out his comm for payment at the transporter, now that they're on the platform properly. ]
You can want everything I have, and that's fine, since you're—
[ The transporter chooses that moment to activate, thus swallowing his ending words: ]
[ Since she's...what? Ah, these machines are so noisy! She should have just flown him back home...
She swings their hands back and forth between them and waits for it to quiet down before she leans over and kisses the shell of his ear. ]
Since I'll give everything I have to you?
[ She finishes for him, knowing perfectly well Shino wouldn't say something like that, but she can't help but to tease him.
And, she is delicately choosing to let Shino draw his own conclusions about the dangers of "wanting everything." That's not a current fear either of them need to have, and it's not something she wants to break the mood with now. ]
[ It's a tease, and not what either of them meant, though he doesn't correct her. He does blush again, leaning his head away, like her kiss tickled. He has to shake off the feeling lingering from transportation, even now, so many months later, thrown off by the sensation. ]
Sure, sure, whatever you say, Lord Wind Master.
[ Shino, not inclined to chase after what she means in particular, simply lets it go. Pressing is only important when he pings to wanting an answer when he sees an evasion, which is not the case here.
Instead, he picks up their pace a little, walking off lingering effects of teleportation and knowing these streets after months of walking them, to where he's not even vaguely concerned about getting lost.
In some parts of the city, he still does. Just not this part. It feels more like home. ]
[ Her pleased giggles are cut off just as quickly as they start with the transport taking no time at all.
She really wishes she just carried him home now... Her eyes close for a moment as they step outside, willing her stomach to settle down. It's been nearly a year, and she still isn't used to that!
Admittedly, she can count the number of time she's used one of those things sober on one hand, and when she's drunk, it isn't like feeling sick or dizzy is strange. She lets Shino guide them out, trusting him even if she hasn't tried to focus her eyes yet.
Maybe it's abrupt to ask after several minutes of silence, but once she gets her bearings again, she circles back to that dropped topic. ]
But what were you going to say? I couldn't hear you in there, so I didn't catch it.
[ Teasing is all well and good, but she really does want to know Shino's true intentions back there. ]
[ He says, borrowing some of her sing song way of speaking, with a knowing, goading half-grin to go along with it. The silence has been peaceful, but the truth in the thought he'd had is not. It begs the question of why that's a known truth, and why it remains so.
He prefers when they don't linger overlong on such things as that. They're too heavy, in the end. ]
Maybe you can make me remember if you try. Let's see, it was about wanting this or that--
[ She openly laughs, swinging his hand with hers. They're nearly to Qinglian apartment now, and rather than enter the door like a normal, ordinary god/human, she spins around to face him. ]
Hm, while I am your Shi Qingxuan, do you really think that the Wind Master isn't anymore impressive than any other god?
[ Shi Qingxuan pulls out her fan and starts fanning, whipping up the air around them. Now Shino's hair can flip around! ]
Have I not impressed you enough yet? Then I'll have to work harder!
[ He looks pretty with his hair flying about, catching in the multi-colored moonlight. Yes, Shino is very beautiful. ]
Didn't you just say all gods are equally impressive? [ Shaking her head! Truly hurt! (She's not.) ] It's fine, it's fine. I can show you my best, so there's no need for take-backs now! I've worked harder for my name before, so I shouldn't slack off for my only Shino!
[ She lets go of Shino's hand now to wrap her arm around his waist, and...
Woosh, up into the air they go! Her flowing skirts whip around their legs along with their hair now, and she smiles confidently at Shino as if to say, "Isn't this impressive? Tell me I'm impressive!" ]
[ Said hair flies around and finds his mouth when he goes to speak, leaving him reaching up to pull it back out right as her arm wraps around his waist. He knows what's coming, but he still reacts a split second late, giving up on pulling the hair out of his mouth to instead throw an arm around her neck an cling close. He's not afraid, more exhilarated than anything else, but he can't personally fly, so feeling secure in the process is a bonus.
That said, she smiles at a man who has a lank of hair still in his mouth, falling out the other side, and he smiles back, trying to use his tongue to push more hair away. About half falls free, while the rest clings tenaciously on. ]
Beautiful flying, best I've seen.
[ Ignore the slightly garbled nature of this; he's speaking around hair. ]
[ Shi Qingxuan's own hair is pulled back, not getting into her face at all or even looking less than artfully disheveled—she didn't reach nearly eight hundred years without mastering the art of using her abilities while still looking good!
She could extend the same to Shino, but first she has to amuse herself with seeing him caught up in the wind storm.
The winds around their faces die down, and if she had a free hand, she would fix his hair for him, but alas. She kisses Shino's cheek instead. ]
In the morning, I can take you to the groves and show you everything else I can do.
[ Kissing his ear. ]
But I want to see what Shino can do first.
[ With his cheek and ear glowing faintly from her touch still. ]
[ He blushes at that, a response that seems to be a catalyst for the way his skin reacts, sending a series of small dots of light across his cheeks and ears, brighter where she'd kissed him. His minor irritation regarding his hair in his mouth and how he now absolutely knows she acted deliberately has him almost rolling his eyes... and then he does roll his eyes. ]
From this height? Fall, mostly.
[ With a prod at her stomach, he half grins. ]
I thought you were planning to draw on me, so what see? I'm not the artist.
[ In fact he well remembers being laughed at for his art, so no thanks! ]
[ She pouts a little, but there are no hurt feelings behind it. If he were really scared of falling, he would cling to her like a baby monkey, not poking her stomach, and she knows it.
It's still bright outside between the triple moons' light and the ambient artificial light, but she can still see the reaction of his skin more clearly than she could inside. This, this is what she wants to see!
But this is much less fun for Shino than it is for her, so moving inside so he can see her draw on his skin is a much better idea. ]
I want to see you. [ She kisses his other cheek to make them match. ] Let's go inside!
[ Shi Qingxuan goes ahead and flies to her bedroom window and pulls it open. Did she do this to show off or to not disturb Mantou? A mystery. Either way, she lets Shino climb in first. ]
Though if I ever had skin like yours, I would want to see you draw on me, too.
[ He blinks at that, opening his mouth and closing it again, blushing without giving further commentary. She wants to see him, huh?
He smiles, heart feeling a touch lighter than it has been. He clambers down first with a passing thanks, landing light on the floor... and promptly stumbling. His blush is less of a reaction than touch is as far as that blooming of lights under the surface of his skin, but no less noticed, even in the darkness. ]
You kind of can now, you're so pale. We could always have a draw off--
[ He jests, having zero intention of drawing anything close to not-abstract, given how poorly received his drawings tend to be. Thanks! He knows he's not apparently as accurate in drawing as he thinks he is! ]
Hehehe- [ She's so easily pleased by so few words. ] But I'm always like this? Your skin isn't always so colorful. You can draw on me another time.
[ Shi Qingxuan has no idea what Shino's art skills are like, but she also has no intention of turning on the lights when his skin literally lights up - not just from touch, but from his blood rushing, too? That's how it seems with his cheeks now.
It's not only pretty, but really cute now...
Closing the window, she takes his hands and leads him to the edge of the bed to keep him from stumbling. ]
Now. [ Tugging at Shino's shirt collar. ] Help me out with this?
[ All this time, and she still stumbles over buttons. He finds it amusing, as much her own stubbornness as his, when he doesn't change his simple dress day to day. He has to cling to something from home, even styles and fashions he doesn't feel particularly one way or the other about on his own.
Obligingly, he lifts his hands, fingers pausing at the first button. ]
Gonna say please, oh great and powerful Wind Master? She who is undone by buttons--
[ He's teasing, and his grin makes it all the more evident, visible still in the dark in a way his eyes aren't. ]
[ He chuckles, already in the process of obliging as he undoes his buttons with the quick efficiency of practice. When his shirt's fully open, he shrugs out of it, fabric sliding off his shoulders and the lingering impression of his fingers along his chest and stomach noticeable only because of the dark. His shirt is still clinging to his lower arms from his elbow down when he leans forward and kisses her face, vaguely aiming for her lips but fairly certain he'll miss, and content with any kind of kiss that lands on her. ]
You're not supposed to see them, you're supposed to feel them.
[ Still grinning, still amused but also anticipating when her hands find him, trace against his skin, for whatever patterns she paints into being. ]
[ A kiss in the general vicinity of her lips is enough for her to smile and tilt her head to catch his lips, eyes all but closing when she presses a gentle kiss to them. ]
Like you're feeling now?
[ She giggles, and her hands feel down his shoulders and arms, bringing up little patterns of light that she can't see at her angle or beneath that last bit of clothing, until she reaches his hands.
Then, with more agility and grace than strictly necessary for this situation, she hops over his lap and pins his hands under hers, holding them over his head.
Her necklaces fall against his chest and neck with a quiet jingle, and above him, her lips are pulled in a playful smile (makeup still immaculate, thank you futuristic cosmetics!). ]
[ There's some kind of eeping sound that escapes him when she's hopping over his lap and pinning his hands above his head. A mild surprise, but enough of one to have him looking up at her and swallowing as her necklaces touch his chest. Each point of contact bloomed with tiny circles of light, until now his hands are the brightest, even his palms offering a low and soft sort of glow. ]
Um... yeah, that was the plan... wasn't it?
[ A touch uncertain, but not in any way unsure, he smiles up at her again. ]
[ Oh, that is really pretty... Even her necklaces make light bloom, and the contact of her hands on his wrists create even more.
It's beautiful. Shino is really, really beautiful. Her eyes are soft and admiring as she looks him over.
Seeing his smile, it's tempting to just kiss him and kiss him, but that isn't her plan. Instead, she carefully shifts their hands until she can pin down both of his hands with one of hers, and shifts her weight to give her more stability over him. Her skirts are pooled over his hips, and with her now free hand, she traces a nail down his chest, finger pad rolling over one of his nipples. ]
Do different kinds of touch make different colors?
[ She asks innocently, like she has any place acting innocent here. ]
[ He's breathing more heavily, all the more obvious with his chest exposed, his pulse at his throat visible only when her touch at his neck would expose it with blooming lights. He shivers underneath her, straining lightly against her hold on his hands less out of intent and more because of unthought reaction to her touch. ]
I don't know--
[ He says, with a gasp when she touches his nipple, the arousal that shoots through him aiming straight for his groin. He gasps, and indeed, the colours change, more reds than the blues and purples earlier, like a firework underneath his skin, trailing outward and fading away. ]
You'll have to tell me.
[ He's only looking up at her, holding her gaze. He has no idea how his skin is reacting... and that's fine. He wants her to tell him about it. ]
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[ Is his (rather grumpy) assessment as he continues to lean into Shi Qingxuan, like her words about wanting to be closer were true for not just Xie Lian. (They're not, but Shino's always like that anyway, really, so what's the difference?) His arm is a series of reactive and slow to fade colours where they touch, renewing in brightness the longer the contact lingers. ]
Is how bad Cordis messes with you different each time, or is it usually the same?
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It's hard to say... He changes animals sometimes, and sometimes he has more animalistic traits than others, but I don't know what might be going on for him that I can't see...
[ Anxieties and wants he's keeping hidden away beyond cuddling against his side with a flushed face... ]
Ah, for me, it's fairly consistent. You've seen some of the worst that can happen to me, but the mental changes aren't any easier to deal with. Wanting to have everything is dangerous here.
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His focus is on Shi Qingxuan, and her words: how wanting everything is dangerous, and he understands, or thinks he does. (He doesn't in specifics; he doesn't know about her brush with chroma deprivation.) ]
Isn't that true everywhere?
[ He says, patting down his pocket to pull out his comm for payment at the transporter, now that they're on the platform properly. ]
You can want everything I have, and that's fine, since you're—
[ The transporter chooses that moment to activate, thus swallowing his ending words: ]
—not trying to kill me.
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She swings their hands back and forth between them and waits for it to quiet down before she leans over and kisses the shell of his ear. ]
Since I'll give everything I have to you?
[ She finishes for him, knowing perfectly well Shino wouldn't say something like that, but she can't help but to tease him.
And, she is delicately choosing to let Shino draw his own conclusions about the dangers of "wanting everything." That's not a current fear either of them need to have, and it's not something she wants to break the mood with now. ]
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Sure, sure, whatever you say, Lord Wind Master.
[ Shino, not inclined to chase after what she means in particular, simply lets it go. Pressing is only important when he pings to wanting an answer when he sees an evasion, which is not the case here.
Instead, he picks up their pace a little, walking off lingering effects of teleportation and knowing these streets after months of walking them, to where he's not even vaguely concerned about getting lost.
In some parts of the city, he still does. Just not this part. It feels more like home. ]
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[ Her pleased giggles are cut off just as quickly as they start with the transport taking no time at all.
She really wishes she just carried him home now... Her eyes close for a moment as they step outside, willing her stomach to settle down. It's been nearly a year, and she still isn't used to that!
Admittedly, she can count the number of time she's used one of those things sober on one hand, and when she's drunk, it isn't like feeling sick or dizzy is strange. She lets Shino guide them out, trusting him even if she hasn't tried to focus her eyes yet.
Maybe it's abrupt to ask after several minutes of silence, but once she gets her bearings again, she circles back to that dropped topic. ]
But what were you going to say? I couldn't hear you in there, so I didn't catch it.
[ Teasing is all well and good, but she really does want to know Shino's true intentions back there. ]
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[ He says, borrowing some of her sing song way of speaking, with a knowing, goading half-grin to go along with it. The silence has been peaceful, but the truth in the thought he'd had is not. It begs the question of why that's a known truth, and why it remains so.
He prefers when they don't linger overlong on such things as that. They're too heavy, in the end. ]
Maybe you can make me remember if you try. Let's see, it was about wanting this or that--
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[ She nods, seemingly happy to just go along with Shino's clear dodge. Did he say something sappy? He's being awfully cheeky right now! ]
And you had said it was fine if I wanted everything of yours because of something about me.
[ A playful smile comes to her face as she glances down at him. ]
Is it because I'm Shino's god?
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Aren't you everyone's god?
[ Though he gives her hand a squeeze and shoots her a grin. ]
Gods aren't more or less impressive than each other, so I'd have to say it's just 'cause... Shi Qingxuan is also partly mine.
[ SEMANTICS and cheekiness, but truth, too. Gods, demons, that's not what's relevant to him. Shi Qingxuan, that person, he is. ]
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[ She openly laughs, swinging his hand with hers. They're nearly to Qinglian apartment now, and rather than enter the door like a normal, ordinary god/human, she spins around to face him. ]
Hm, while I am your Shi Qingxuan, do you really think that the Wind Master isn't anymore impressive than any other god?
[ Shi Qingxuan pulls out her fan and starts fanning, whipping up the air around them. Now Shino's hair can flip around! ]
Have I not impressed you enough yet? Then I'll have to work harder!
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Work harder at what? I'm impressed! I'm very impressed! Windy is the most impressive of gods!
[ Still half smiling, since he's curious what she's planning to do when the door is right. There. ]
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Didn't you just say all gods are equally impressive? [ Shaking her head! Truly hurt! (She's not.) ] It's fine, it's fine. I can show you my best, so there's no need for take-backs now! I've worked harder for my name before, so I shouldn't slack off for my only Shino!
[ She lets go of Shino's hand now to wrap her arm around his waist, and...
Woosh, up into the air they go! Her flowing skirts whip around their legs along with their hair now, and she smiles confidently at Shino as if to say, "Isn't this impressive? Tell me I'm impressive!" ]
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That said, she smiles at a man who has a lank of hair still in his mouth, falling out the other side, and he smiles back, trying to use his tongue to push more hair away. About half falls free, while the rest clings tenaciously on. ]
Beautiful flying, best I've seen.
[ Ignore the slightly garbled nature of this; he's speaking around hair. ]
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[ Shi Qingxuan's own hair is pulled back, not getting into her face at all or even looking less than artfully disheveled—she didn't reach nearly eight hundred years without mastering the art of using her abilities while still looking good!
She could extend the same to Shino, but first she has to amuse herself with seeing him caught up in the wind storm.
The winds around their faces die down, and if she had a free hand, she would fix his hair for him, but alas. She kisses Shino's cheek instead. ]
In the morning, I can take you to the groves and show you everything else I can do.
[ Kissing his ear. ]
But I want to see what Shino can do first.
[ With his cheek and ear glowing faintly from her touch still. ]
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From this height? Fall, mostly.
[ With a prod at her stomach, he half grins. ]
I thought you were planning to draw on me, so what see? I'm not the artist.
[ In fact he well remembers being laughed at for his art, so no thanks! ]
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[ She pouts a little, but there are no hurt feelings behind it. If he were really scared of falling, he would cling to her like a baby monkey, not poking her stomach, and she knows it.
It's still bright outside between the triple moons' light and the ambient artificial light, but she can still see the reaction of his skin more clearly than she could inside. This, this is what she wants to see!
But this is much less fun for Shino than it is for her, so moving inside so he can see her draw on his skin is a much better idea. ]
I want to see you. [ She kisses his other cheek to make them match. ] Let's go inside!
[ Shi Qingxuan goes ahead and flies to her bedroom window and pulls it open. Did she do this to show off or to not disturb Mantou? A mystery. Either way, she lets Shino climb in first. ]
Though if I ever had skin like yours, I would want to see you draw on me, too.
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He smiles, heart feeling a touch lighter than it has been. He clambers down first with a passing thanks, landing light on the floor... and promptly stumbling. His blush is less of a reaction than touch is as far as that blooming of lights under the surface of his skin, but no less noticed, even in the darkness. ]
You kind of can now, you're so pale. We could always have a draw off--
[ He jests, having zero intention of drawing anything close to not-abstract, given how poorly received his drawings tend to be. Thanks! He knows he's not apparently as accurate in drawing as he thinks he is! ]
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[ Shi Qingxuan has no idea what Shino's art skills are like, but she also has no intention of turning on the lights when his skin literally lights up - not just from touch, but from his blood rushing, too? That's how it seems with his cheeks now.
It's not only pretty, but really cute now...
Closing the window, she takes his hands and leads him to the edge of the bed to keep him from stumbling. ]
Now. [ Tugging at Shino's shirt collar. ] Help me out with this?
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Obligingly, he lifts his hands, fingers pausing at the first button. ]
Gonna say please, oh great and powerful Wind Master? She who is undone by buttons--
[ He's teasing, and his grin makes it all the more evident, visible still in the dark in a way his eyes aren't. ]
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But Shino's clothes still have too many tiny buttons, and it's incredibly inconvenient. She pouts, turning her hands to tug at his sleeves. ]
Shinooo! Do you need to tease me about this? They're hard to see in the dark!
[ As much as she's whining, there's no hurt or aggravation behind it. She is fully and truly just whining to play around with him in turn. ]
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You're not supposed to see them, you're supposed to feel them.
[ Still grinning, still amused but also anticipating when her hands find him, trace against his skin, for whatever patterns she paints into being. ]
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Like you're feeling now?
[ She giggles, and her hands feel down his shoulders and arms, bringing up little patterns of light that she can't see at her angle or beneath that last bit of clothing, until she reaches his hands.
Then, with more agility and grace than strictly necessary for this situation, she hops over his lap and pins his hands under hers, holding them over his head.
Her necklaces fall against his chest and neck with a quiet jingle, and above him, her lips are pulled in a playful smile (makeup still immaculate, thank you futuristic cosmetics!). ]
Then let's do this with touch!
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Um... yeah, that was the plan... wasn't it?
[ A touch uncertain, but not in any way unsure, he smiles up at her again. ]
Touch me.
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It's beautiful. Shino is really, really beautiful. Her eyes are soft and admiring as she looks him over.
Seeing his smile, it's tempting to just kiss him and kiss him, but that isn't her plan. Instead, she carefully shifts their hands until she can pin down both of his hands with one of hers, and shifts her weight to give her more stability over him. Her skirts are pooled over his hips, and with her now free hand, she traces a nail down his chest, finger pad rolling over one of his nipples. ]
Do different kinds of touch make different colors?
[ She asks innocently, like she has any place acting innocent here. ]
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I don't know--
[ He says, with a gasp when she touches his nipple, the arousal that shoots through him aiming straight for his groin. He gasps, and indeed, the colours change, more reds than the blues and purples earlier, like a firework underneath his skin, trailing outward and fading away. ]
You'll have to tell me.
[ He's only looking up at her, holding her gaze. He has no idea how his skin is reacting... and that's fine. He wants her to tell him about it. ]
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