Fireflies in Moonlight [boyxboy]

Chapter XIV

 ~Monday 7th November 2011~ -Kija-

"We might actually have fun tonight, y'know?" Jidal sounded as optimistic as always, smiling happily to himself as he adjusted Kija's shirt. It had been a long time since the vampire had worn something even semi-provocative and he had to admit his confidence was faltering. It wasn't much, nothing to really catch anyone's eye, but less clothing than the sweaters that Kija typically wore in the colder months. A black button-down shirt, open from halfway up Kija's torso and exposing a decent amount of his chest. Jidal wouldn't allow Kija to wear anything else, having picked the shirt specifically from Finnick's closet. Kija remained in quiet discomfort.

"Mhmm, we might," Kija tried not to grumble as he spoke, honestly not wanting to ruin the good mood Jidal was in. He was excited for that evening, and had been since Asato had brought up the event the previous night. A gathering in a bar nearby to celebrate a birthday within the pack. Kija would have gladly declined the invitation, yet, seeing the way that Jidal's eyes glimmered with unbridled hope at the very consideration, there was no way he could say no.

So there he stood, wearing jeans that were a size too small and letting Jidal string silver chains across his shirt to accentuate his already pale skin displayed for anyone to eye. Despite his own discomfort, Kija did find his mood brightened by Jidal. He looked pretty that night, having borrowed clothes from Asato. A deep burgundy shirt that corsetted along the back and made Jidal's waist look sinfully small, along with a pair of black high-waisted jeans that glistened with some subtle pearlescent vines along them. They weren't always visible, only in the flicker of light, but it was enough. Jidal had looked so happy when he spotted them, even more gleeful when he put them on and glanced in the mirror. Kija had decided, in that moment, that he might not have any interest in that evening, however, he would put in the effort for Jidal. He deserved those moments of happiness, far and few between.

"Could you try that again with a little more enthusiasm?" Jidal never seemed agitated by Kija's lack of interest in socialising. It would have been understandable if he was, given that Kija's sour moods irritated others. And, yet, Jidal took it in his stride. He never pushed too hard, never forced Kija to do something he didn't want to. There was gentle pressure here and there, on nights like this when it was obvious how much Jidal wanted to go. But nothing more than that. Nothing more than Kija could take.

"You'll have fun," Kija smiled down at the human, thankful when Jidal stepped back, evidently finished with the preening of his outfit. Unlike any other day, Jidal had opted to keep his hair down that evening, letting the inky locks spill down over one shoulder. It was pretty, prettier than Kija might have admitted.

"We don't have to stay the entire time, Finn said we can leave early if we want," as much as Kija might have liked to take the shifter up on that offer, he doubted it would become reality. Jidal would have fun that night, Kija meant what he had said with his entire heart. No matter how sullen the vampire might act, and how little he might put himself out there, he wasn't planning on cutting Jidal's evening short all for a little discomfort of his own.

"We'll see," collecting his coat, Kija shrugged on the dark fabric, biting back the urge to pull it around his torso. Jidal adjusted the lapels of black felt, before seeming satisfied once again and putting on a coat of his own. The left the bedroom hand-in-hand, wandering down to the foyer with no particular urgency. Finnick was already down there, sat waiting at the bottom step. He rose when he heard Kija and Jidal, stepping aside to let them pass with a smile.

"And here I thought there might be a splash of colour with An dressing you tonight," Finnick spoke with cheer to his tone, gaze moving between the two men. The shifter wore more casual attire than Kija, a button-down shirt of his own yet one that didn't show off so much skin, in a shade of evergreen. Kija tried not to feel overdressed.