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Cissnei hummed in response to his heartfelt confession, and Angeal couldn’t really bring himself to be surprised. Whatever her reaction was, it would be a mystery to him until she revealed herself. They’d played that back and forth all night. He turned his glowing eyes to her, catching sight of her licking and nipping sweet marshmallow from her fingers. The Soldier blinked once, before turning his gaze away; his pulse quickening uncomfortably. She’d been doing that to him all night as well, and he wasn’t even sure if he was into that.
At least she admitted to it being a fun night. Angeal accepted the messy smore from the Turk, not immediately concerned with the sticky residue that coated his fingers. Smores were fun because they were messy, and it was certainly no accident that they’d been provided for the date-night occasion. Cissnei turned her gaze skyward, and the Soldier took the moment to appreciate how the firelight kissed her red hair, brightening it further. He liked that color.
The moment passed as soon as she winked at him, of course. Angeal turned his gaze away with a light, but good-natured scowl. Whether or not he’d enjoyed her spoiling him, even he still wasn’t sure. Needing a distraction as Cissnei spoke, Angeal took a bite of the warm smore he’d accepted from her. It was sweet, a little too sweet, but delectable nonetheless. He swiped at the drip of chocolate that had gotten trapped on his bottom lip with his tongue, before it traveled any further.
“Turks are certainly more fun than I’d ever given them credit for,” the Soldier replied as a half-joke, giving her a small smile, “It’s still hard to imagine someone like Tseng having fun, though.”
Cissnei drained her champagne flute, and Angeal found himself not far behind her. It was bubbly, sweet, but dry. A decent contrast to the tooth-rotting smore that … he suddenly wanted another bite of.
What would he do after? Well, that was a good question. Earlier he’d been sulking … Lonely. Lost. Cissnei had literally flipped his mood completely around, tugging him into things he’d never done before, teasing him, making him laugh, challenging him. It suddenly dawned on Angeal that this was temporary. That, in a matter of minutes from now, it would be over.
Before he could answer, the fireworks boomed. Dazzling colors filled the night sky, reflecting on the ground. The familiar smell of smoke drifted slowly through the air, the kind of thing a Soldier would smell for days on end out on assignment in a rough area. But all the beautiful colors painting the sky, the ground, all of them -- that wasn’t something he got to see often. The booms would fizzle out, crackling, their excitement short lived.
“I guess I’ll go find my next chance meeting,” Angeal admitted, over the sounds of the fireworks and the ooh’s and aaa’s of the small crowd, “Whenever this one is over.”
How long can you swallow the pain? Before it comes round again, And a shadow in the valley will lead you to them, So don't follow.
[attr="class","crashLyrics"]Vacillation [break]I'D LET YOU HAD I KNOWN IT, WHY DON'T YOU SAY SO?
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Her eyes met his glowing ones as she nipped them clean. Then, he looked away and she grinned. His diversions were cute, weren’t they? His acknowledgement of her actions before looking away to keep up the good boy façade. No, it wasn’t a façade. That was just him being himself. Soldiers openly displayed their personalities and he was truly the angel she imagined him to be.
[break][break] She raised a brow at the chocolate on his lip. Should she help him? But it seemed he took care of it himself. She didn’t look away regardless. “Oh, Tseng does have fun. In his own way.” She chuckled. Everyone thought he was this super hard uptight person. But the Turks knew, in a way, he was a softy. For them at least.
[break][break] The sky lit up in its dazzling display. Cissnei only diverted her gaze from it to glance at Angeal enjoying the view. The light of the fireworks lit up his skin in different shades of color. None of them unflattering. He spoke as he finished his thoughts. He was making it clear he didn’t want this night to end. But, it was inevitable, wasn’t it? No lover here could stop time to enjoy the other’s embrace a little longer.
[break][break] Cissnei smiled up at him. Before reaching for one of his suspenders to pull him down closer to her. She sat up straighter and leaned forward. Her breath touched his cheek first. Then her head tilted to the side and pressed her smooth cheek along his rougher one. She could smell his musk and the texture of his skin caused her to shiver. She whispered softly in his ear, her hand still holding firmly to his suspender. “Mmm." A purr. "What did you have in mind for the rest of this meeting?” Her voice low and soft and she let it sink in for a moment, before, “Your favor, perhaps?”
[break][break] Then she pressed a hand to his chest to push him gently away from her. The light glinted dangerously in her eyes. "I hope you thought of a delightful one. You fought so hard for it." She couldn't help but give a devilish smile, followed by a silence in her anticipation to what he might say.
Angeal kept his wandering gaze on the sky, too nervous to glance over his shoulder at the redhead. What would he see there, if he looked into her eyes at that moment? Something cunning, something teasing? Something soft? Doubtful. For the moment, the Soldier did nothing but admire the scene before them -- all the spectacular colors and hues, the lights fading in and out as they burst in the sky and then fizzled out, slowly, slowly.
It would probably be an ironic reflection of the evening, but Angeal wasn’t near poetic enough to make the reference. That was something Genesis would notice.
When the Soldier finally took a brief glance at the Turk out of the corner of his eye, he saw her smiling. His mouth quickly twisted into a confused frown as a hand wound its way around one of his suspenders, and the bulky Hewley was forced down closer to Cissnei’s level. She leaned forward, and immediately, Angeal felt his face flush. What was she doing-!?
The moment her breath kissed his cheek, Angeal froze like a schoolboy caught doing something wrong. His own air restricted itself, caught in his chest. Cissnei’s lips never made contact with his skin, instead tilting her head just enough so that her too-soft skin pressed along his stubbled chin. She wormed her way toward his ear, breathing out a purr of a murmur. What … did he have in mind? His favor? Angeal finally found his breath and sharply inhaled, his cheeks burning hotter than they ever had before, he was sure of it.
A hand was pressed against his chest, and Angeal found himself sitting back in his former posture, shaken to the core. Leave it to a Turk to find a weakness and take complete advantage of it. Cissnei’s words were as tantalizing as they were dangerous. You fought so hard for it. What was she implying? What did she want him to do? Did she want him to do anything, or just watch him suffer?
A few carnal desires passed through his mind, and Angeal found himself promptly squashing them. How embarrassing. He wasn’t an animal for god’s sake -- but he was a man, as he felt horribly reminded by, his gaze tracing her devilish smile. He wanted to shake some sense into himself, but all he could really do was stare at her in utter disbelief.
What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to ask for?
What did he want?
He didn’t want favors. He didn’t want anymore teasing glances. He just wanted …
Something simple.
Angeal tossed aside whatever was in his hands, not caring at all what it was or where it went. He was chasing a bold feeling, and if he didn’t follow through with it, he never would -- the regret would eat away at him. He tilted his head as he looked into Cissnei’s brown eyes, slowly bringing a hand to gently touch her cheek. His hands seemed just too callous and large to ever properly touch her … Funny, given how she was just as dangerous as he was, if not more.
He quickly closed the distance between them, chasing the only thing he really wanted. For his lips to meet hers, to share that warmth and human connection, if only for a brief moment. To feel his heart flutter in a way it hadn’t in a long time. To have something to remember her by, on the off-chance that he didn’t see her again for quite some time. A memento. Something sweet, simple, and kind.
It was a quick, chaste kiss. Angeal wasn’t one to try and push any boundaries any further than he already had. When he pulled back to his own space, he seemed as shocked by his actions as she likely did. Or, maybe she saw it coming; who knew what went on in the minds of Turks. The red flush on Angeal’s cheeks didn’t fade, even as he searched for some words to try and explain what was going on in his head.
“That’s …,” Angeal stumbled over the words he wanted to say, as they all tangled together on his tongue, “That’s all I want. If that counts as the favor, I’m fine with that.”
It was partially a lie, but wholly a truth.
How long can you swallow the pain? Before it comes round again, And a shadow in the valley will lead you to them, So don't follow.
[attr="class","infoNotes"]He broke Cissnei. What does one do when this isn't a weapon?
[attr="class","crashLyrics"]Vaccilation
[attr="class","crashBody"] How delicious his expressions were! He was Cissnei’s favorite shade of red at that moment. Her lips held that tempered knowing smirk as she waited, oh so patiently, for his response. His stiff reactions and the wheels turning in his head made her feel like a cat that ensnared a mouse to play with before she ate it. [break][break] Ochre eyes continued to watch him. She was amused. [break][break] Of course, she had no expectations. He would need to discover what he wanted on his own. She simply enjoyed a good teasing to pass the night. What was passing through his mind? She could only guess. Probably something about honor and strength. Freedom even? She took a sip of her champagne. [break][break] Then, he did something she did not expect. [break][break] There was a shift in his mood and her eyes followed the item he tossed. Time stopped in the moment and their surroundings faded from her perception. Her cheek sunk deeper into his palm and then there was that impossibly gentle sensation. And yet, she found the items she held slipping from her fingers. Her heart raced and she suddenly felt hot. Her fingers brushed the back of his hand. And when he pulled away, her chin followed as if confused why he pulled away so quickly. Teeth nipped at his palm, before his hand escaped her cheek. [break][break] Then, her eyes opened and it took her a moment to realize what happened. “Ah.” She sat up straighter with hands raised in surprise. She turned red and touched her knuckles to her lips. She honestly did not think he had the brass and now she lost her cool at her miscalculation. She was fumbling to grasp at a response. She looked down at the items she dropped to hide her own expressions. [break][break] What did one do in these situations? No one ever had a heart for a Turk. Distance was easy. You couldn’t miss something you didn’t have. And a monster couldn’t hurt someone if they kept away. [break][break] Yet… [break][break] She felt like a puddle wanting to seep into the ground. [break][break] She found her arms coiling around his bicep. She tilted her face in his arm and her hair hid most of her face. “I suppose…” She hummed gently, her eyes on the bonfire. “I can stay with you the rest of the night.” Her fingers trailing down his arm to find their way into his palm again. [break][break] Then, there was a whistle followed by cheers and clapping. Apparently they passed the final hurdle of the event.
