Tea with a Side of Hermaphorite

[not_whales]

WHO: Dewi ♥ Yao
WHEN: Tuesday July 13th, at Sunset
WHERE: Green Palace Tea House
WHAT: With Britannia playing Cupid, the two star-crossed lovers find themselves drawn to a fateful date simply by the urge to drink tea.

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Yao is still a woman in his eyes~

[not_whales]

He watched bitterly, albiet reluctantly, as the reflection of the sunset bled from orange to a scarlet blush. His eyebrows furrowed deep, wrinkled around a thought as he gazed at his sunset-laden reflection in the mysterious greenish-yellow liquid.

He caught the wandering silhouette of the plump waitress with the jade robes, and swore for a second that she was escorting-- No, no, it is your eyes playing tricks on you! Surely this was not the mysterious orient with the hair black as coal and eyes as sweet as dark chocolate.

But if it was! - he could not let this chance escape. So soon, it was not fog in his fingertips, but water in his palms that could only leak out if he did not hold tight enough. He hurriedly abandoned his cherry blossom tea set for the blue and white porcelain sitting before the newcomer, and kept a safe enough distance to confirm his suspicions.

The stars did favor him - this was, indeed, his mysterious mistress. Before he could catch his feet, he was standing beside her with knees shaking like the schoolboy of his youth.

Yet his wrath will be worse than that of a woman scorned.

[binilao_aru]

Thankful for the tea that would distract him from his thoughts, Yao was about to proceed with his usual ritual tea drinking until a shadow fell upon him. It was one thing to distract him from his thoughts, but when he was distracted from his tea... he glanced upwards, ready to chastise whoever was looming above him when his eyes widened with recognition.

His luck really was out to get him, he concluded.

天啊，我应该说什麻?! Yao opted to clear his throat before asking in the most polite way one could do when faced with the possible love of his life, "Can I help you?"

J-just don't break anything. Especially the tea sets.

[not_whales]

The question came to him so quickly that he hadn't the time to prepare. He tossed a glance to the side, as if someone would be standing there in thick-rimmed glasses, tearing at the script, to remind him what the next line was. There was no such man, only the short plump waitress in the jade robes serving piping hot tea to an elderly couple. All the world may be a stage, and he may simply be a poor player strutting and fretting his hour upon it, but this hour was something of such anticipated importance, that he felt as if every eye in the restaurant lay upon him and his oriental mistress - waiting, waiting for Romeo to climb the ivy up to the balcony and--

--"Forgive me, my fair lady, but I could not help but notice your radiance from across the room."

I don't think he could do that, even in blind rage.

[binilao_aru]

If background music had been playing throughout the entire time Yao was waiting for an answer, it was now rudely interrupted by the sound of a record scratching. Somehow in the depths of his heart, he had known that this would happen due to previous experiences of being accused of being part of a certain gender that was not his.

So he gave him a beautifully dazzling smile that even blind men would be enlightened to see, if one would so modestly put it, and proceeded to dump his cup of tea on the man's head.

While it was piping hot.

Later on, he would review the entire situation and possibly curse himself for reacting so rash, but Yao wouldn't deny that it made him feel better, and it did soothe the aching heart. Somewhat anyway. As for now, he concluded stiffly with an, "I'm a man, aru," and began walking to the exit, ready to cry his heart out to his Sanrio products at home.

Pretend this is him looking depressed with tea staining his face.

[not_whales]

Somewhere in the intermingled sensations of physical and mental pain, he caught the blurred images of his fair gentleman drawing this romance closer to the final curtain - exeunt stage left. With the water-deluded flecks of tealeaves clinging to his nose like freckles, and his hair hanging limpidly over his eyebrows from the places his hairgel neglected to tame, he made quick pursuit after he-who-literally-made-Dewi-burn-with-desire.

With no regards to the amount of hot tea within an arm's reach about the place where he stopped the Chinese man, he made quick to cage the other's hand in his two and fall arse-over-elbow into those chocolate-brown eyes he'd dreamed about all week.

"F-forgive me," he began, a concoction of tea, perspiration, and tears beading at the tip of his nose. It was one of the very few times in his life he had exhibited stage fright. "It was very rude of me to make such assumptions based off of your beauty, but my love knows no bounds."

The words flew out swifter than his breath had left him. After years of trying to prove he wasn't "like those other Kirklands", the foundation had cracked, crumbled, and fell like the Walls of Jericho beneath him.

At least I don't have to pretend it's blood? :D

[binilao_aru]

He stared at the other, feeling something akin to a mixture of both happiness and disgust in the pit of his stomach and was ready to race out of the teahouse when the horrible realization occurred to him that his hand was caught between the shaking hands of the man.

Shaking. Well, this was a different reaction than what Yao was expecting. He also decided that instead of dwelling on how curious his accent was, he would ignore that because it kind of reminded him of another westerner that he did not want to remember he would focus on the words that made his face feel hotter than before the words were uttered. Right, well, he'd go with this for now until the time came to seriously make a run for it.

Clearing his throat, he looked at his captor and could have sworn he was ready to burst into tears. Or maybe that the tea getting into his eyes. Either way, he didn't want to have to see a grown man cry if it wasn't himself.

"I-I'm sorry, aru, but I think you have the wrong person..."

That would be bad :|

[not_whales]

This most certainly was not the wrong person, judging by the way his heart ached - stopped like Ophellia's when she drowned herself (the nearby fountain looked so tempting). He had to make sure that the other knew could confirm this mutual feeling.

"No, I- I mean, I don't think so- well, you most certainly aren't, I- perhaps we should sit down so I may properly explain myself..."

Indeed. ._.

[binilao_aru]

He gave it a moment's thought before nodding hesitantly. Perhaps he could listen to his explanation, then decide whether it was enough for him to run away laughing... or sobbing. Sitting down at his table once again, he felt the horrible urge for tea that was not there anymore, thanks to his previous actions.

"Alright. Explain."

[not_whales]

Free of relying on his quaking knees, the Welshman made quick use of his napkin to dab away the moisture beneath his thick-rimmed glasses. His fingertips strung rhythmically against the lip of the table as he stared into the empty, previously upset teacup laying placidly against its handle.

"M-my name is Dewi Ainsworth," he began it much like he was admitting to an alcohol addiction. "I apologise for my previous actions, and I normally don't believe in such a thing as 'love at first sight', but... when my eyes beheld you--" He broke off, wishing for something bitter to seal his mouth with.

Poor Yao, I'll make it up to him later with your other persona's beating. |D;;

[binilao_aru]

Caught off guard again at his somewhat blunt, yet disguised honesty, Yao couldn't help but feel his face grow hotter with each word that was spoken. He inwardly cursed the nonexistent remaining traces of alcohol in his system and coughed to save face, failing in the attempt horribly as his face was still as red as before. So instead, he opted to call the waitress over for two cups of tea. Shortly after the brief distraction, he turned back to the somewhat drenched man in front of him and sighed.

"I'm sorry... erm, Dewi," he began his lie, knowing that this could go no further than a simple crush or else he... he really might start believing he liked men. However, a slight glimmer of hope seemed to overshadow his other thoughts out of nowhere, as if magic was controlling his emotions and actions telling him that this would work.

And so, "W-Will you go out with me, aru?" was blurted out with the least amount of suave one could put into it.

Because that makes me feel /loads/ better.

[not_whales]

Any perfectly sane time - say a few days before - Dewi would have politely declined the offer, and go on his merry way, but this magical feeling that tickled his insides and wrinkled his nose like a fine pixie dust compelled him to do just the opposite.

And that was: "Y-yes!" Followed by the insatiable urge to lurch forward with as least grace as possible, without knocking over the fine china, and take his new found lover's hand in his. "Of course it would be my honor!"

At least you have your Glee Club? :D

[binilao_aru]

Did he just say what he think he did?
Did he really just say what he think he did?
Well, he wasn't complaining then.

Or at least he wouldn't be until the others found out and by others, he could distinctly characterize a familiar persona out of the corner of his eyes, but the magical feeling took control again before anything else could cross his thoughts.

"Then it's settled aru!" Yao finalized as he glowed. Luck was still not finally on his side!

IVAN IS TOO EMO FOR GREE CRUBO. And Wales would have a heart attack.

[not_whales]

The knot between his stomach and heart instantly separated at those four words, beautiful enough to his ears to rival any of Shakespeare's sonnets or William Blake's Songs of Innocence. Ah, this moment truly belonged in the form of poetry.

Oh, let me count the ways...

The glee resettled over a layer of awkwardness deep in his intestines; he covered his nervous smile with a half-filled teacup and slowly drained it of its contents to evade the silence that called for him to speak, because alas, his heart was in his throat.

XD Oh those two~

[binilao_aru]

Yao sipped his tea, trying to hide his blushing face behind the porcelain cup. The giddiness in his stomach felt much like one of those shoujo mangas 美 reads on her free time and as much as he would not like to compare said feelings to a comic book, it was undeniably similar.

"Yao," he gave, knowing he was still nameless at the moment, "M-My name is Yao Wang."

New OTP- Imean, what?

[not_whales]

He was almost certain that his heart had stopped that very instant, and if it brought such a lightweight feeling as this, then he prayed his heart would never start again - if only to flutter every time he caught Yao's gaze.

"Yao Wang," he smiled from atop his teacup and felt his heart flutter at the sight of those bittersweet chocolate orbs. The name tasted sweet upon his tongue, and he desired to speak it again. "Well, Yao Wang, I think I love you."