Cause each time you make me taste it [RP entry- closed]

[wishgazer]

Characters: Monou "Kamui" Fuuma and Squall "Leon" Leonhart
Location: Somewhere in Traverse Town
Summary: It's a hard knock life, most especially when you're living in a world full of bastards who are out to get your heart.

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[austering]

[That very same sense of imagination that makes Leon rather glad that "Kamui" wasn't on the other end of the battlefield. He's been at this a long time, traveled many places, and hasn't seen too many people who can do that. A thunder spell was one thing, but that? It's another

[wishgazer]

[One hand twitches as he takes a 'break' to watch the other man do his own thing, and he looks down at it in confusion, flexing the limb and finding himself wondering if, sometime go, he had a weapon himself. The way Leon wields his strange blade is familiar, and yet not, and triggers another thought that becomes a springboard for many more-- did he have a sword in his past

[austering]

[There wasn't so much of an intention of hogging as simply getting them out of the way. It isn't as if there is a lack of them. Even with the keyhole sealed, they're everywhere. In everything. They always will be.

There never would be an end to them. Not fully.

Perhaps that's why Leon hates them in a way. And it is hatred, whether he wants to admit it or not (always so contrary, but they are Heartless, it isn't as if they have minds of their own). He has his reasons

[wishgazer]

[Oh, now they did it.

Forget fighting one-on-one-- if they do something like that, if they use little tricks like that, that can actually hurt Leon, there's no reason for him to continue playing around

[austering]

--?

[A soft sound escapes him. It's one thing for one or two to go down-- gravity spells, but for all of them? And him not to get caught in it?

Leon had frozen for a moment, a strange feeling creeping up his spine, half expecting something larger and meaner to creep out from the edgings of the neon lights, where shadows were too stark, and light couldn't reach. It wasn't as if it's been a strong Blizzard. Sure, it wasn't really his element, and he'd have frost burn from it, but it was fixable with either just a potion or a quick healing spell

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[Whenever one attempts to move and break out of his grasp, he quickly silences it, no matter how far away it is. All his senses are on full alert, and just one little movement in his territory will alert him

[austering]

[This was getting... strange. Odd. Not frightening, not yet. "Kamui" is frightening, but he's never done anything to him that had been. No, it was the kind of hair raising sort of strange. Maybe not the same sense as something off as "Kamui" seems to be feeling, or wrong. But goosebumps raise for a split few seconds, that same tingling down his spine.

The scowl that had cropped up grew darker. Brows furrowing, scrunching the scar between them. It doesn't feel right.

Stopping, Leon just reaches for "Kamui", to put a hand on his shoulder. It's not that he doesn't think that he can be hurt from that temper. Just that it seemed like the right thing to do; get his attention. Snap him out of... of...

Whatever this mood was.]

Kamui-- hey... I think that's enough for today... Let's go back.

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... Hm? [The touch to his shoulder is electric, making him release the breath he doesn't realize he's been holding since the beginning of his little 'episode

[austering]

... (What was that all about?)

[It doesn't really strike him that it was something so small as a vague injury that triggered something... that odd. Going into battled, fully expecting to get injured. These things happened.

There was an urge to pull his hand away from the other's grip, a reflex. Didn't really catch what the need for that in a more public setting was for. Leon hadn't understood it back then, back when he adopted a different name and a different set of beliefs, a different notion of what was real and what wasn't. He didn't understand it now. So some things didn't change.

He doesn't.

It's not easy to admit to worrying about it, or to offer possible comfort if something was bothering. There were many things about "Kamui" that Leon still can't read.

Perhaps he never will. But that blank tone...

Leon follows behind, words at the tip of his tongue, and he lets them drop. It'd be better once they got back, out of view of prying eyes and ears.

(Maybe it wasn't a good idea to let him come with me if he's stressed about

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[It's easy to fall back into old habits, smiling with his pretty, enigmatic charm at any person they pass by who stares openly at them without shame. And that means every single person they pass by on the streets. He's very well aware where their eyes trail as well, from Leon's face, to his, to their joined hands and entwined fingers, and back to their faces, lingering a little more.

The smile is there to tell them to shove it and get back to their business, because, frankly, gaping at two men holding hands is just not something they need to get their underwear in knots over. So what if Leon and 'that kid of his' are out on a Heartless-hunting date? The whole of Traverse knows about them, so why should they treat this one couple any differently from the others

[austering]

['That kid of his'... It's uncomfortable, stares. They're judging, he's sure. He knows he's older, he knows it's strange, but it just-- this is why he doesn't like it. They're judging, of course they're judging. It's a hard thing to shove down, that subconscious... well, whatever it was (it could be just an assumption, but he doubts it even stillThere's a limit to what he's willing to deal with before the whole feeling catches up to him

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[Of course there's disappointment when Leon pulls away. A childish little reaction brought on by... well, getting a far too cozy with his hand, even though it's in a glove. Oh well.

"Kamui" stretches, working out the kinks in his body and is satisfied to note that most of the previous tension has already gone. Which is a good thing too-- he doesn't want to accidentally break something, or start something inconvenient for everyone. Like, say, an earthquake of some sort.]

... Ether? [He stops in the middle of rolling his neck, staring at Leon, not blinking.

Just why he might some chemical compound he cant remember for the life of him what it's made of and what it can do is beyond him.

Of course, it can be something else completely when used in the context Leon has just done. Better to ask instead of jumping to conclusions.]

What is that?

[austering]

[Ah... that's right. He supposed "Kamui" wouldn't know too much about that. Leon shrugs. He'd meant it innocently enough.] Restores magical energy...

[Sometimes there wasn't time for sleep, and more in Leon's case, he kept them simply because he liked to be prepared. Never knew when Aerith or Yuffie would need it, or if he'd need something like that in a pinch. He wasn't a healer, though. Usually he called it a day when he was that drained.

Sleep could take care of it too, but it was a bit early in the day to consider that.

A slight pause.]

Or just hot chocolate, if you want... [It was a thought, at least.]

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[There's such a thing for that? "Kamui" has never really been aware of the magic side of things in this place. So, apparently, even that has a limit. And apparently, there's a separate kind of energy for it that can be used up too. He can imagine children's fairy tales with magic in them. Not really as fantastic or mysterious as one would think.

In "Kamui"'s opinion, it's bothersome. What's so interesting about something that can drain you when you use it? So many limits and boundaries... And not fun at all to use, no chances to experiment unless you might want something to go horribly wrong and all that kind of thing.

He cant deny he's curious about how something can restore magical energy though, but... meh.

And he cant deny that the thought of hot chocolate isn't appealing.] I would rather have the hot chocolate. It works better.

Extra milk, please.

[austering]

[One thing one didn't want to do around here. Bring up fairy tales. The next thing you'd know, you'd be in one. Leon would chalk that up to just the worlds and their oddities. After all, Merlin was the one that wanted that book in the first place. At the same time, though, if it weren't for people like Merlin and the Fairy Godmother, things like that wouldn't really exist anymore in the first place.

Leon snorts, but not out of exasperation. "Kamui" and his sweet tooth.

A hand motion, waving him to the kitchen. There's not too much commotion around like there probably will be later for dinner. Almost a communal effort, really. He'd learned a handy trick, actually.

He never liked or saw the sense in powdered mix, convenience aside. It was a little more effort, to root around in the kitchen for the double pans. The baking stuff was better, melted down and used with milk.

Pots found, and water to use, he set them to boiling, leaning against the counter for the mean time. By now, the slight ice burn was long forgotten.]

So-- [How to

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[Fingers stop what they're doing-- dragging lightly along the scar on his neck. Cant say he isn't expecting the question. And he cant say he doesn't have an answer for it.]

I am.

[It's simple as that, no need to sugarcoat it or expound on things. While it may not be enough for other people, he knows Leon's the type to prefer the hard facts, and long lines is just a quick way to get his annoyance.

Possibly why "Kamui" does that all the time to him. Just to see that scar scrunch up as his brow furrows in a deep frown. He likes it. It's cute.

Powered milk is something he doesn't like though. Sometimes, he can still taste those little lumps in his mug and it's annoying to have to grind them between his teeth just so they will disappear. He prefers fresh milk, sweeter and more times better than that processed kind that have undergone questionable procedures to get to that powdery state