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Who: Jade Curtiss and Dist
When: After all this nonsense. Same evening, I suppose.
Where: The rickity shack the Keterburgian's are currently inhabiting.
Rating: PG-13, for now.
Warnings: Gay, awkward failure kiss.
Summary: Dist sets out to prove his feelings for Jade (as a result of false pretenses on Jade's part) after he expresses that he

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It was an absurd situation from all angles, but it had had the desired effect. Luke’s fury had disarmed his obsessive affections for long enough for the situation to be explained and controlled; as much as Jade found it almost slightly amusing to have a seventeen year old boy fawning over him with multicoloured hearts and sparkles, the concept of having that boy clinging coquettishly from an arm seemed slightly more… what was the word?

Ah. Pedophilic.

Also, he’d managed to talk his way into giving Dist just the proper amount of doubt in his ‘confessions’, that, should he be bent into honesty soon, it would not come entirely as a shock. He’d spared Saphir by not forcing an ubiquitous ‘I love you’ from the other man; his dignity would only suffer a bit.

Besides which, Jade was rather certain that Saphir, elaborate coward that he was, would do nothing… unfortunate… once Jade arrived in person.

So, wearing an expressionless veil, Jade entered the pace of their meeting, allowing the door to shut behind his footsteps. “Well, Saphir. Here I am.”

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Dist nearly jumped when he heard the door shut, no less intimidated by the clack of the man's footsteps, heart leaping into his throat. "J-Jade!" Dist's nervousness increased tenfold, hearing his heartbeat in his ears. In his anxious reflex, he had clutched his tie, loosening it somewhat unintentionally. He released it, bringing himself to a shaky stand, nervously rubbing one of his biceps as he glanced off to the side.

He almost hadn't expected Jade to come, especially so soon. He hadn't really thought of a way that would make things any more explicitly clear than he'd aleady tried. "So you came afterall..."

Dist was obviously procrastinating a little, gnawing his lowerlip as he thought on what to do.

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Really, the point was to give Dist very little reaction time. If left to brood, the man would doubtlessly come up with wild plans that he might even be capable of carrying out somewhat before Jade could prevent the theatrics.

So, with the usual merciless stance to Dist’s poor, abused nerves, Jade canted his head to the side, one hand finding his hip. “Of course, Saphir.” Special attention paid, yet again, to that name in particular. And, with unpitying timing still in tact, “Now then… you were going to provide me with proof of your… affections, mmm?” He dragged out the last syllable, perfectly at ease with pinning his gaze onto Dist over the rim of his glasses.

Already anxious, Jade couldn’t imagine that the man would become less so. Really, it was a losing battle for Saphir on that front.

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Dist rubbed the back of his neck, feeling easily stifled by Jade's overwhelming presence. In person, he was a bit more difficult to talk to. Dist's cheeks burned right to his ears with a red hue, and he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, craned downwards as it usually was. He didn't mean to come across as so coy, but, well. Here he was.

The drawl of Jade's words made Dist all the more uncomfortable, for whatever reason. He gave a short, irate sigh. "Yes." Of course, Dist hadn't actually come around to deciding just how he was going to manage this.

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Clearly, Dist had not thought this through. Likely, he’d spent the time between their ‘chat’ and this very moment pass in trying to compose himself.

An epic failure if ever there was.

Perfect~

“My, you look a bit annoyed, Saphir… I did not want to have to prove you wrong, but you were so insistent you could prove it.” He allowed a pause to punctuate the air, and then cut in with a wavering sigh and a shrug of a single arm, the gesture slow, and perhaps slightly flamboyant after the flick of his wrist. A shake of the head, subtle, accompanied it. He was absolutely fluid, distressingly calm as usual. “Well, then… perhaps I ought to be going?”

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"N-no! I can prove it!" Dist reached forward irrationally, snagging Jade's wrist. He did have...one method, but it was actually more scary than embarrassing. Dist awkwardly released, having not quite meant to do that, the palm replacing the surface of Jade's wrist with the surface of Dist's bicep, giving a nervous rub. He wasn't a very physical person, and so awkwardness was abound. Dist's meticulously groomed brows furrowed, and he frowned. "Just...give me a minute."

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Jade’s expression snapped, just for the barest moment, flickered to something perhaps a bit like disastrous shock for just a splinter of a second-Dist, luckily, was too preoccupied with his own apparent surprise to be bothered with noticing.

Wrist still tingling, even beneath the gloves he still wore, from that eccentric hold, Jade let the wary feeling in his stomach roost. Well, now would be a prudent time to call this all off. However, Jade was rather sure that Dist had warded himself away from any further contact… wrist-touching out to be enough to nearly make the ‘fragile’ man pass out with stress.

Perhaps it was the fact that Jade couldn’t help experimenting with limits. Or else, because Saphir was Saphir, and for all his oddment and obsession, any -true- feelings, Jade was rather secure in thinking did not exist. Perhaps Dist had convinced himself he was ‘in love’, but rather, Jade saw it as a slightly finicky familiarly and dependency. He pitied Dist those sentiments, but in that same vein, he also didn’t imagine that Dist could ‘prove’ that which wasn’t fully formed by any means other than flailing insistence.

“One minute.” He agreed, easing.

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Dist had actually been experiencing a similar inner conflict; questioning his own feelings, though more for the fact that he wanted to skirt this. He almost didn't want to feel for Jade romantically, but seeking out excuses didn't seem to sway him. Perhaps in confessing, Dist would find confirmation of his own feelings, though he hadn't doubted them previously.

Jade scared him. Jade brought out many a negative feeling in Dist, and if he wanted to seek out an emotional crutch for the sake of baning his loneliness, there were other more suitable targets. If he so wanted, which he had recently become aware of, trust could have easily been invested in even Nephry. No, rather, his obsession for Jade and Nebilim ran along the roots of other deep rooted disturbancies, but Dist was uncertain of love.

After all, he very much disliked most human contact and had trouble speaking to people--he mostly preferred to be alone, and felt alienated in almost all company. Except Jade's; in a way, Dist felt like he could almost relate his astrangeness to the older man.

Regardless, he couldn't help but feel like a smitten schoolboy in particular instances around Jade. Though rare the feelings were, they were there; merely easy to overlook in how seldom they came along.

But perhaps, really, longing for likeness was more because Dist veyed for Jade's friendship: something he was constantly denied. Though, Dist actually haven't given any thought to platonic longing, being the romantic drama queen he was.

"First..." Dist said quietly, clearing his throat, the redness in his face not ceasing to stain his skin. "Know that I'm not doing this to make you feel better, or anything like that!" He raised his head with a frown. "It's more to prove you wrong. I insist you take what I'm saying seriously, for once."

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“Of course.” Jade agreed, amusement seeping in to the accents of the words. Tp ‘make Jade feel foolish’ and to ‘prove him incorrect’. Two elements Dist rarely, if had ever, pulled off.

Admittedly, the man was brilliant in his own right. Jade wouldn’t deny it. He wouldn’t have found Saphir a stanch partner in the ‘old days’ if the man was anything but flawless in certain realms of aptitude. Odd, really, how many years had been spent toiling away with Dist; firstly, as children, the younger always clinging to the elder in selfish hope for acceptance-perhaps Saphir had chosen him, and none other, simply because Jade would treat him evenly and equally no matter what he did… even if that treatment was often cruel, and that was acceptance in itself-and then years later. In labs, with fanciful ideas.

Jade had never understood death, and so, undervalued much about life. Dist, more than anyone, had been exposed to that flaw in his companion. It was perhaps why now, elder, and a bit more attuned, Jade was particularly hardhearted with Dist. Someone who knew so much about him was, in his own way, frightening.

However, in knowing ever so much about him, Dist also much realize that Jade was one to prefer vices over romance; not quite the person you wanted to be sending your heart-shaped chocolates to.

"Do go on." Fourty-five seconds.

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Dist's childhood clinginess--Saphir's clinginess, was also likely because he felt he could also relate to Jade for the fact that they also shared a massive intellectual capacity. Even if it was seldom recognized (usually only when Jade needed Dist's service as a scientist through the course of their life), Dist appreciated an equal.

In a way, Dist felt he didn't understand many things about life, and he knew that Jade didn't quite understand either. However, Jade had both of his feet planted firmly on the scape known as reality. Since the professor's death, Dist had definately been somewhere else for a great number of years.

Dist felt weighted by the pressure, aware of the time slipping as he thought. He chewed on a gloved thumb. He was beginning to think that he should start harnessing will power as opposed to trying to find a way to say it in a way he could without killing himself that he hadn't already tried. What would it take?

Dist felt like he would have to describe his feelings in vivid detail from day one to now. And he most certainly hadn't the time. "I..." Frustrated, Dist gave an exasperated sigh, sliding his bony fingers through his hair, a palm resting on his forehead. Now, rather than debating on what to say, he was debating on whether he should actually be harnessing his will or thinking of a way to say this. Great. His stomach churned uncomfortably, heart skipping a beat.

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There was, of course, the odd sense of… liability. He’d been the one to convince Saphir, however very little convincing it took, that fomicry could truly overturn death. When he’d learned his mistakes too late, forcibly, by way of the foreign concepts of regret, he couldn’t quite explain to Saphir what it was that he had been wrong. Such a rarity as it was, and about something they’d invested lives into.

Beyond Keterberg, fomicry, perhaps even their partnership, Dist indeed did not have much to speak of in terms of ‘a life’. Hence, having left the man in limbo, at a stalemate, he did feel the occasional tug of darling. He had never been able to stamp Dist out, kill him; and doubted he would, unless it truly came to that. After all, for his misdeeds and misguidance, Jade was at least partially accountable and partially sympathetic.

Mainly, however, Dist was just an idiot.

Now, for example.

As time frittered away until there was only a meager fifteen or so seconds left, Jade didn’t do the honour of speech. He merely turned to go, hands tucking into his pockets

lol oops, wrong comment.

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An idiot indeed.

Dist had a sort of unspoken faith in Jade; he didn't think that the man truly hated him, though he often doubted his own faith and got the impression. For whatever reason. It may have been faith invested out of desperate longing alone, or perhaps because like himself, Dist knew Jade was awkward about expressing himself. He regarded his history with Jade a bit more particular than with other people, and so figured that may have been why he treated Dist badly.

Unfortunately, that faith was the very thing that kept Dist tethered to Jade while he was constantly teetering on uncertainty.

Even if Dist staked claim to having changed from when he was a child, his loyalty certainly hadn't been swayed, even if he tried to mask it with murderous intent.

"Hey! Time isn't up!" Apparently, on top of two different trains of thought, Dist had been keeping track of time. Dist ran in front of Jade, hands on his hips. It seemed every time Jade did something like this, Dist's courage would briefly flare and simmer out when Jade obliged to stay. He huffed, mind racing as his eyes observed Jade from beneath their thick sheild of near-opaque lenses.

Time dwindled down further, and Dist felt he almost had it--though it may have the weight of the "deadline" crushing Dist by his shoulders.

I fail at typing, my bad. XD

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Now, that earned a thin smile quirked against Jade’s lips. The image of Saphir running, a thrashing whorl of pink, white, and black, followed by an astute whine, was somewhat hilarious in its own foppish manner. Clearly, no one but the blind and deaf could take this man seriously, and even then, it may have been difficult. God General, indeed.

“I assumed by the time you were done convincing me that a minute hadn’t run out just yet, it will have been gone.” And, as the last seconds ticked down… “I do believe it is, and I’m to the door with perfect timing.”

HOHO, we're cool. Btw, SURPRISE GETS

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Well, Dist was no longer a God General as it was. In other words: he had no title to attach to his name to try and make people take him more seriously. Ohoho. He was no longer part of The Order--even if he was somehow free of prison's hold, it would be unlikely he could hold on to the title.

With Jade's last words, Dist's eyes widened and, he made another irrational move. Quite. In fact, perhaps the most irrational thing he'd ever done. Well, as an exaggeration. A result of frenetic panic, of sorts -- Dist didn't even have time to tell Jade to shut up.

So rather, Jade's words were killed on his lips, Dist rolling onto the balls of his feet to place a soft kiss against Jade's lips. He felt something swell uneasily, but delightfully, in his chest, then...

His thoughts were distracted from all three subjects, funneling down to wondering whether or not he was going to die for this.

Like ICE, us. ...And OH MY YULIA, he WENT THERE.

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Jade’s First Thought: It was actually rather graceful. Considering the rush placed on the movements, the newness and certain awkwardness of the gesture, one should have expected-were they expecting it-a mesh of noses, a clink of two pairs of glasses meeting, a stumble of limbs… but no. Dist had been rather elegant about the entire affair, just lips brushing his own in a light but feverish conglomeration of seconds.

Jade’s Second Thought: Probably, Indignation.

His hand, out of reflex, clenched a moment, fingers biting into his palm. He hadn’t closed his eyes, so his gaze was still stuck on the uncomfortable, dwarfed man, silent.

And, this silence would continue, until, very casually… he did indeed slip past Dist for the door, a brush of arms and not a word spoken.

I KNOW. D: SHEET, SHEET

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Dist was actually quite surprised he hadn't ended up knocking Jade over, or something similar...

The pause he held the kiss was a little awkward, and mostly, Dist was almost surveying these sensations: it felt...very strange, but it did stir quite a lot of things. Too many. He felt like exploding. He felt anxious, scared, almost happy, and he enjoyed the contact for what it was worth. Mostly, he thought it felt a little odd. Their lips were cold.

Once the kiss was broken and Jade slipped past him without having really responded (which was fine--Dist hadn't planned that far ahead), Dist shivered from the oddity of the feeling and sighed. In the same moment that he had felt so light, he suddenly felt heavier than his multiple-ton machines. He sunk back into a slouch, backing in a bit of a stagger against the wall, eyes narrowing in the dark as Jade moved for the door.

Someone who had those sort of feelings...even if it was Jade...surely, there would have been a response. Now, Dist minded somewhat. His expression cracked with a smile on dark lips, though it was hollow; bitter, almost angry, and definately not amused. Contrary to the expression that likely couldn't be made through the dark, Dist's voice sounded a bit weak. A little agonized.

"You lied, didn't you?"