he can see her swell of pride. it isn't something he's familiar with seeing in anyone beyond himself. at least, not quite so boldly or brazenly. in a way, it's refreshing. something linear and direct. far less convoluted than the conventions he was taught and inevitably surrounded with. he gives a well-meaning smirk of his own, as he places his injured hand flat against the side of the blade. just enough to get it all saturated in his blood again.
look, if you wipe something clean.... ) You don't belong to your people. You belong to yourself. ( before this ends up sounding like some motivational speech, he continues.... and filths it up. ) And from there— ( he drops his hand once more,
cringing a bit, but doing his best to conceal whatever prickle of pain he may have felt. ) You'll give yourself to me. There's no shame in losing yourself to whatever feels best. I assure you that this Kurenai-sama is skilled.
The look in her eyes changes for a moment, as if something had awakened inside her—a feeling, or a sense of self that she had been desperately grasping for all this time. It's why she lifts her chin up, why she puffs her chest out, and why she can't show Kurenai even the slightest sign of weakness.
But she sees his own. ]
Show me your hand.
[ ... Don't get the wrong idea. The rest of his filth is keeping her at a distance. ]
( he sees that fraction of a second where his words actually manage to weasel into her conscience. though, naturally, he has no idea how or why it actually effects her. instead, he mistakes it as a part of his charm. his self-proclaimed "charisma" finally garnering the results it deserves, thinks kurenai.
but, regardless of that, he does seem a bit surprised by her request. ) My hand?
What? Are you going to kiss it better? If that's the case, I prefer something a bit more...
( lewd? sexy? still, he does, put his hand out. though, despite seeming so nonchalant about it. a part of him is actually still on guard. his eyes... scrutinizing her movements; planning to draw back the minute something seems awry. )
[ What a lecherous man... She'd make a retort, but she's too busy searching for the right words for this spell in her head. Ooh, why can't she remember anything Ka Koubun says at a time like this? Despite knowing next to no magic words at all, her short patience forces one out. ]
Vainel Multaf.
[ The spell conjures a ring of water that washes around Kurenai's hand, cleansing the blood on his skin as it heals his wound in seconds. His hand is drenched, but Kougyoku hopes he's just happy that the cut no longer stings. ]
Save your strength for something worth spilling blood for. How will you fight this way?
( the whole action runs relatively quickly from his untrained eye. from the incantation to everything else that follows afterwards. maybe it was more on point to state that he was... dumbfounded by the actions. not once, but twice... was he healed by some foreign ability. a power he wasn't entirely certain of. there's a bit of curiosity in that alone. he wasn't the type to wince away from the unknown, but he wasn't all that accepting, either.
which probably explains why he appears so dubious for the whole first half of it. while minamo could heal and vice versa, the process... was less physically visible. there were no spells or words. though, he guesses... the water part is similar enough? a bit too literal, but. ) I can fight anytime.
Sorry, but while you might be used to cowardly guys who haven't got laid, I'm different. ( what a bold assumption. though, here... he flexes his hand a bit. a small smile on his lips. before he turns back to her. ) But, well... I'll let you off with this.
[ What, no thank you? What does getting laid have to do with anything? What does getting laid even mean? All she wanted to do was help him out... Argh! She can't help but feel irritated! ]
With all due respect, I've only ever known strong men. Until now, that is. [ Only a truly strong man would use force when necessary, and none of her brothers are like this man! Lifting the front of her long skirt, she turns away and lets him know that their conversation is over. ] Now, Kurenaisama, if you'll excuse me!
Strong men, and none have made a move on you? ( he seems to get a kick out of that. he cackles a bit, as if he's somehow stumbled upon something even remotely funny or humorous. regardless, he brushes it off with settling his gaze on her evenly. that is, until he starts to see her leave?! )
[ It's official. All we need is an appropriate OST.
None have made a move on her because they're her brothers!? Which is why she's at a loss when he suddenly pulls her close. It's true... Sinbad has been very nice to her, but it isn't as if he had ever wanted to be more than friends. She blushes, but not because she thinks Kurenai will what Sinbad won't. She's just not used to this sort of affection! ]
Wh-what are you doing?
[ this is inappropriate. she's not a shoujo protag. she needs an adult. ]
but, kurenai was the type who wasn't necessarily opposed to explaining themselves properly.... and yet, he was also the sort who never did, despite his lack of aversion towards it. hence, he's there. holding her in place. though, he does eventually add some words to this scenario. one in the form of him leaning against her ear, and when he does: ) .... you looked like you wanted more. ( he's actually referring to his previous lack of gratitude.
something he clears up in 3, 2... ) Don't you think it's rude to leave in the middle of someone thanking you?
[ THERE WERE PEOPLE WHO THANKED STRANGERS LIKE THIS?
Kougyoku's frozen in place. The warmth of his breath renders her speechless and unable to break free, even though she knows very well that she should. She may be the willful sort, but intimacy is something rather new to her. How is she supposed to react?
She lowers her head and bites her lip, determined not to let the heat in her ears and cheeks get to her. ]
he could have been smug about it. could have been. only...
the sincerity and flat out honesty in her response (even in the way she feels in his arms), while something he inherently desired, isn't precisely something he expects. for a few seconds, he sputters. murmurs through his words. a keyword related to "cute" embedded in there, before as with all words, both solemn and candid— )
( —melds back into his usual aggressive speech. giving her a light shove from behind; a gentle push against her back, he turns away. as if permitting one moment of purposely instated blindness... in order for her to make her grand escape. ) That's more like it.
Now, hurry before I change my mind.
( is what he says, before he eventually turns his back completely...
now sauntering away of his own accord. maybe or maybe not sticking his wet hand back into his pocket. ... which, incidentally may have been rude considering he's the one who roped her in to begin with, however such is the life when dealing with a notome, i guess? aka, aggressive cr part 2. )
[ Once again, Kougyoku stands there like an idiot, trying to process this moment. What on earth was that? WHAT ON EARTH WAS THAT? Is it bad he made her heart skip a beat? YES. Control yourself, Kougyoku. You can't just think fondly of a man because he called you cute. Even if he is one of the first outside your entire world who has ever called you that. she's just a teenage girl i'm sorry
She should just. Act cool. Pretend it never happened! Sure, her cheeks are hot, but if she keeps thinking about the awful things he said, her temperature will normalize soon enough.
But she sticks her tongue at him once he turns away. She might be confused, but he's still a meanie. ]
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he can see her swell of pride. it isn't something he's familiar with seeing in anyone beyond himself. at least, not quite so boldly or brazenly. in a way, it's refreshing. something linear and direct. far less convoluted than the conventions he was taught and inevitably surrounded with. he gives a well-meaning smirk of his own, as he places his injured hand flat against the side of the blade. just enough to get it all saturated in his blood again.
look, if you wipe something clean.... ) You don't belong to your people. You belong to yourself. ( before this ends up sounding like some motivational speech, he continues.... and filths it up. ) And from there— ( he drops his hand once more,
cringing a bit, but doing his best to conceal whatever prickle of pain he may have felt. ) You'll give yourself to me. There's no shame in losing yourself to whatever feels best. I assure you that this Kurenai-sama is skilled.
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The look in her eyes changes for a moment, as if something had awakened inside her—a feeling, or a sense of self that she had been desperately grasping for all this time. It's why she lifts her chin up, why she puffs her chest out, and why she can't show Kurenai even the slightest sign of weakness.
But she sees his own. ]
Show me your hand.
[ ... Don't get the wrong idea. The rest of his filth is keeping her at a distance. ]
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but, regardless of that, he does seem a bit surprised by her request. ) My hand?
What? Are you going to kiss it better? If that's the case, I prefer something a bit more...
( lewd? sexy? still, he does, put his hand out. though, despite seeming so nonchalant about it. a part of him is actually still on guard. his eyes... scrutinizing her movements; planning to draw back the minute something seems awry. )
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Vainel Multaf.
[ The spell conjures a ring of water that washes around Kurenai's hand, cleansing the blood on his skin as it heals his wound in seconds. His hand is drenched, but Kougyoku hopes he's just happy that the cut no longer stings. ]
Save your strength for something worth spilling blood for. How will you fight this way?
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which probably explains why he appears so dubious for the whole first half of it. while minamo could heal and vice versa, the process... was less physically visible. there were no spells or words. though, he guesses... the water part is similar enough? a bit too literal, but. ) I can fight anytime.
Sorry, but while you might be used to cowardly guys who haven't got laid, I'm different. ( what a bold assumption. though, here... he flexes his hand a bit. a small smile on his lips. before he turns back to her. ) But, well... I'll let you off with this.
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With all due respect, I've only ever known strong men. Until now, that is. [ Only a truly strong man would use force when necessary, and none of her brothers are like this man! Lifting the front of her long skirt, she turns away and lets him know that their conversation is over. ] Now, Kurenaisama, if you'll excuse me!
1/3?
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even trying... to hug her from behind like this is some kdrama. lord help me. )
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None have made a move on her because they're her brothers!? Which is why she's at a loss when he suddenly pulls her close. It's true... Sinbad has been very nice to her, but it isn't as if he had ever wanted to be more than friends. She blushes, but not because she thinks Kurenai will what Sinbad won't. She's just not used to this sort of affection! ]
Wh-what are you doing?
[ this is inappropriate. she's not a shoujo protag. she needs an adult. ]
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but, kurenai was the type who wasn't necessarily opposed to explaining themselves properly.... and yet, he was also the sort who never did, despite his lack of aversion towards it. hence, he's there. holding her in place. though, he does eventually add some words to this scenario. one in the form of him leaning against her ear, and when he does: ) .... you looked like you wanted more. ( he's actually referring to his previous lack of gratitude.
something he clears up in 3, 2... ) Don't you think it's rude to leave in the middle of someone thanking you?
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Kougyoku's frozen in place. The warmth of his breath renders her speechless and unable to break free, even though she knows very well that she should. She may be the willful sort, but intimacy is something rather new to her. How is she supposed to react?
She lowers her head and bites her lip, determined not to let the heat in her ears and cheeks get to her. ]
You're welcome...
[ He'll let her go after this, won't he? ]
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he could have been smug about it. could have been. only...
the sincerity and flat out honesty in her response (even in the way she feels in his arms), while something he inherently desired, isn't precisely something he expects. for a few seconds, he sputters. murmurs through his words. a keyword related to "cute" embedded in there, before as with all words, both solemn and candid— )
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Now, hurry before I change my mind.
( is what he says, before he eventually turns his back completely...
now sauntering away of his own accord. maybe or maybe not sticking his wet hand back into his pocket. ... which, incidentally may have been rude considering he's the one who roped her in to begin with, however such is the life when dealing with a notome, i guess? aka, aggressive cr part 2. )
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She should just. Act cool. Pretend it never happened! Sure, her cheeks are hot, but if she keeps thinking about the awful things he said, her temperature will normalize soon enough.
But she sticks her tongue at him once he turns away. She might be confused, but he's still a meanie. ]