[ A secret. They'll keep it that way, collecting them and locking them away for only the two of them. After so many years, they've learned to keep things at arm's length. Keep something close, and you're bound to lose it. Either you tighten the grip and clutch it tight to your chest, or you stay detached from everyone and everything.
Another gift from Teyvat, then, one they're loathe to share or give away. The only option is to keep Tartaglia close, through the good and the bad, even when he's on his worst behavior. They wouldn't have him any other way, with all the things he hasn't said or told them. Secrets again, buried deep down. It doesn't bother them, because they'd be a hypocrite if it did. They have their own.
And it's becoming more difficult to keep them. Resting just beneath their skin, it's like an itch that'll never be scratched. Fear? No -- it's just trying to figure out how to open them up and lay them bare.
Maybe he can tell when they're too in their head. Always him, to drag them out of it and center them. It's impossibly cruel to not be able to kiss him, but they don't try to push their luck. Besides, there's something that gets to them when he coaxes that obedience out of them. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't be so keen, but it's that unsaid desire that lives solely on his praise.
Praise kink? Not at all, except when it is. ]
I'll be good. [ Arching into his touch, it's gone far too soon. Any touch can wreck them, if it's him. Lucky for both of them, he's very generous with it, and it draws from them a quiet huff. Keep up appearances, and all that. The flush on their cheeks has nothing to do with the heat rising from the water. ] One of us has to be. [ And, teasingly-- ] I'll tolerate it only if you're having fun.
[ As if they're complaining, ever. Go ahead and give it a smack, since they're not going to stop him. ]
There are a lot of jewelers around. Maybe we could get each other something.
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blankpoint) wrote2023-01-01 03:09 pm
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Another gift from Teyvat, then, one they're loathe to share or give away. The only option is to keep Tartaglia close, through the good and the bad, even when he's on his worst behavior. They wouldn't have him any other way, with all the things he hasn't said or told them. Secrets again, buried deep down. It doesn't bother them, because they'd be a hypocrite if it did. They have their own.
And it's becoming more difficult to keep them. Resting just beneath their skin, it's like an itch that'll never be scratched. Fear? No -- it's just trying to figure out how to open them up and lay them bare.
Maybe he can tell when they're too in their head. Always him, to drag them out of it and center them. It's impossibly cruel to not be able to kiss him, but they don't try to push their luck. Besides, there's something that gets to them when he coaxes that obedience out of them. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't be so keen, but it's that unsaid desire that lives solely on his praise.
Praise kink? Not at all, except when it is. ]
I'll be good. [ Arching into his touch, it's gone far too soon. Any touch can wreck them, if it's him. Lucky for both of them, he's very generous with it, and it draws from them a quiet huff. Keep up appearances, and all that. The flush on their cheeks has nothing to do with the heat rising from the water. ] One of us has to be. [ And, teasingly-- ] I'll tolerate it only if you're having fun.
[ As if they're complaining, ever. Go ahead and give it a smack, since they're not going to stop him. ]
There are a lot of jewelers around. Maybe we could get each other something.