i believe; that's why i'm running.

[oleanderknife]

Hasi has filled her day with a client (in the morning, three hours, went smoothly; she doesn't think she seems too much like a beginner), a shower, lounging around her bedroom while chatting to a stressed-sounding Henry over the phone, and now she is standing barefoot on the balcony of her apartment, overlooking the traffic.

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[twofoldbeing]

It would be civilized to knock, maybe - or if say one found the door ajar (he didn't), the next polite avenue would be calling out, or at least making some noise when he moves, loping fast along the wooden floor, through the purple shadows deepening the colors of the world - some sign of his presence, some warning or ease of transition, he could provide any of these with a flick of his wrist, the Magician tarot card spilling secrets in the slowly rising gloaming, but of course he doesn't

[oleanderknife]

She's almost not even surprised he's here now - like at any moment, Hyde could be there, hands and teeth and the space where his heart should be at the ready. Still, there's a startled inhale, and though she doesn't turn around fully, it takes a moment for the tension to ease out of her shoulders. Once it does, though, Hasi slides backward, back to his chest, should he permit it, tipping her head back against his shoulder. It's not really any safer than leaning over the edge of her balcony at all, but he is solid and she is instantly warm, the moment he appears, he is lighting her like a match.

"Hello, Hyde," Hasi murmurs, "And how are you this evening?"

The dress slips further over her shoulder, almost-provocative, and she regards him from an angle under her eyelashes, leaving little shadows cast over her cheekbones in the dimming evening light.

[twofoldbeing]

"I was so bored right up until this very second," he tells her, a note of petulance entirely by design in his voice. From this angle it is summarily awkward to kiss her hello until he tips her chin up with a forefinger, permitting her closeness as always - of all the little permissions she solicits by conditioning or self-preservation, this is his favorite because there is nothing better than getting her to ask for something he'd let her have anyway. If let is the right word. (It's not.)

He is cold enough to feel it, by contrast, and so her warmth is welcome as always. "But now," if she's still got her cigarette he'll lean over and snag it with a black licorice curling smile, "I'm not anymore."

[oleanderknife]

She could struggle with him again, and force them through the song and dance of getting her guard down, but this is...normal for them, right? Maybe they'll go out, maybe they'll stay here and fuck for hours like they often do, but this is what it is, and if she's going to be in it she's going to take the good parts whole-heartedly. Like so: while he takes her cigarette, she presses tighter back against him, twisting her body against his, hips rolling, both languid and teasing.

There is a similarity to how she was once with Henry on his sofa after they fell asleep together, but there are also enough differences in tone that she doesn't really feel especially reminded. Or maybe she's not letting herself be - that is also possible.

"I'm happy to entertain you."

This is one of those nice facets of her height: he's angled right how she wants him to be for maximum comfort, not much maneuvering necessary. "And I was a little bored 'til now, too, honestly. I didn't go out much today."