Who: Pit (dafiteison), Meta Knight (metaknightly) What: Pit accidentally shoots Meta Knight, with unexpected results :D When: Feb. 13th Where: the courtyard Rating: PG, probably higher as it goes on olol
There it was. The strange feeling hit him again. Meta Knight couldn't locate the source or cause of it, but it was beginning to become unbearable.
"Ugh..." He fell to his knees, clutching his head, as if in pain. Truthfully, he felt no pain, but it seemed like such a natural reaction to that feeling....
Pit kneeled quickly in front of the knight, placing a firm grip on his arms. "Sir Meta Knight? What's happening?!" His wings beat frantically against his shoulders, blowing his dropped arrow into an awkward position on the ground. It was another potential danger, but right now, he didn't care.
Suddenly calm overcame the knight as Pit approached him. His head was light again after mysteriously becoming heavy. He didn't hear what Pit had to say, more than likely asking what the problem was. He felt his body act on its own accord, his hand reaching up to cup the angel's face and...
Pit's grasp on Meta Knight's arms faltered at the unexpected movement, the sudden, somehow achingly familiar feeling of the knight's lips upon his. Without thinking, the angel placed his hands on his companion's arms again, fingers gently curling against his sleeves as he relaxed into the feeling...
..And then quickly pulled backwards with a flap, staring at Meta Knight with wide blue eyes. Pit could feel a warmth filling his face...
When Pit had leaned backwards he could have sworn he'd felt something digging into his palm- whatever it was had gone now, but he didn't pay much mind.
Don't apologize. I didn't mind it. Not at all. You could do it again, for what's--
"Right! I'm going to continue now!" Pit said loudly, moreso to himself, and stood. He extended a hand to Meta Knight to help him up, but the angel's eyes were fixed with almost painful-looking concentration on his own feet.
"Pit..." Meta Knight breathed as he took his hand and stood up. "I suggest you take a break before you start shooting randomly." He stared hard at the angel, studying his nervousness. "Something is wrong, so please tell me."
His hand twitched as it automatically rose against the knight's will, to touch Pit's face once again.
He was probably right. Pit's concentration was likely broken for the day- no, not just likely. The feeling of those gloved fingers on his cheek again more than confirmed it- even if he was able to make a straight shot that day, it would definitely be impossible now.
Though it was only a small gesture in comparison to the kiss only seconds ago, the angel youth found it harder to pull away from this, even leaning ever-so-slightly into the knight's touch... and then slowly, cautiously, he raised his eyes to meet the shadow of Meta Knight's mask.
"I liked it..." he murmured almost inaudibly, then bit his lip, looking vaguely ashamed of himself. He wasn't supposed to, wasn't allowed to, but what else could he do but admit it?
Meta Knight paused. He heard Pit's words though barely audible and scared. Why had dealing with the angel become so hard? He didn't want to scare him away, yet he didn't want to push him away any further either.
Besides, it was love season, wasn't it? Dreamland sure didn't have Valentine's day, Chocolate Day aside. He loved Pit, but how much did he love him? How did he love him? It surely wasn't merely platonic anymore.
Yet again, he found himself kissing Pit once more.
Somehow, in a way that was almost dreamlike, Pit found that he was pressed closely against the knight, lips meeting again and gentle as always.
The contact was still making his head spin, and the angel no longer thought of running. He was slipping his arms up Meta Knight's chest, past his shoulders... with his arms resting comfortably around the other's neck, Pit pushed up against his face, kissing back with perhaps a little more force than he'd meant to, but would anyone blame him for being caught up in the moment?
The voice in the back of his mind (though greatly stifled by these newer, bolder actions) simply hoped it was alright, and then fell silent.
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"Ugh..." He fell to his knees, clutching his head, as if in pain. Truthfully, he felt no pain, but it seemed like such a natural reaction to that feeling....
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"Sir?!"
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Meta Knight found himself kissing his companion.
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..And then quickly pulled backwards with a flap, staring at Meta Knight with wide blue eyes. Pit could feel a warmth filling his face...
"Sir, are you sure you're okay?"
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"I--I think so." He said with a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "I... I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me just now."
He looked away.
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Don't apologize. I didn't mind it. Not at all. You could do it again, for what's--
"Right! I'm going to continue now!" Pit said loudly, moreso to himself, and stood. He extended a hand to Meta Knight to help him up, but the angel's eyes were fixed with almost painful-looking concentration on his own feet.
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His hand twitched as it automatically rose against the knight's will, to touch Pit's face once again.
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Though it was only a small gesture in comparison to the kiss only seconds ago, the angel youth found it harder to pull away from this, even leaning ever-so-slightly into the knight's touch... and then slowly, cautiously, he raised his eyes to meet the shadow of Meta Knight's mask.
"I liked it..." he murmured almost inaudibly, then bit his lip, looking vaguely ashamed of himself. He wasn't supposed to, wasn't allowed to, but what else could he do but admit it?
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Besides, it was love season, wasn't it? Dreamland sure didn't have Valentine's day, Chocolate Day aside. He loved Pit, but how much did he love him? How did he love him? It surely wasn't merely platonic anymore.
Yet again, he found himself kissing Pit once more.
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The contact was still making his head spin, and the angel no longer thought of running. He was slipping his arms up Meta Knight's chest, past his shoulders... with his arms resting comfortably around the other's neck, Pit pushed up against his face, kissing back with perhaps a little more force than he'd meant to, but would anyone blame him for being caught up in the moment?
The voice in the back of his mind (though greatly stifled by these newer, bolder actions) simply hoped it was alright, and then fell silent.
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