delivereds

your  attempts  are  no  less  in  vain  than  they  were  the  last  time  we  spoke  about  this.   i  hope  you’re  aware  of  that.

@bIasphemer⸒   ᝰ.ᐟ     maybe  it  does,   maybe  it  doesn't!   that's  for  me  to  know,   and  for  you  to  find  out!

and  i’m  sure  this  has  nothing  to  do  with  your  little  plan  too  “  woo  “  me.

@bIasphemer⸒   ᝰ.ᐟ       cough—-     definitely  see  that..   you're  good  with  them.

he’s  calmer  than  i  thought  he’d  be..     suppose  i  don’t  mind  taking  care  of  children. 

@bIasphemer⸒   ᝰ.ᐟ      ...!    wow.    (..)   ha,     they  sure  are  much  more  carefree,   that's  for  sure.   

don’t  get  your  hopes  too  high,   mister  khaslana.   i  enjoy  my  professionalism. 

@bIasphemer⸒   ᝰ.ᐟ       i  will  woo  you  eventually!    i  swear  it.

then  your  heart  can  want  in  vain.   

@bIasphemer⸒    ᝰ.ᐟ       what  a  relief...    i  was  so  nervous  about  making  a  good  impression  that  i  was  tossing  and  turning  all  night.

well  they  like  you.    obviously  you’re  doing  something  right.   mwah. 

@bIasphemer⸒  ᝰ.ᐟ     a  little  nervous?   but  otherwise  im  feeling  alright.

@bIasphemer⸒   ᝰ.ᐟ       //    oh.   right–   course..   anything  for  you.

mm..    that’s  my  boy.   mwah.  i’m  sure  you’ll  look  handsome. 

@bIasphemer⸒   ᝰ.ᐟ      ive  given  you  my  word,   haven't  i?     i  won't  embarrass  you.

@delivereds 
            
            you  can  have  a  /decaf/.  are  you  going  until  your  body  can't  take  anymore,  idiot  ?  you'll  give  yourself  a  heart  attack.  
            [  while  mydeimos  didn't  intend  to  be  lecturing  the  one  person  who  knows  as  much  about  coffee  as  he  does,  he  finds  himself  pinching  the  man's  cheek  for  his  actions.  ]  eat  something  instead.

@hailstrife⸒    ᝰ.ᐟ       (    phainon  blinks,    a  soft  pink  hue  decorating  his  cheeks—-     gaping  at  the  swipe  against  his  nose.   how  embarrassing.   he  always  has  whipped  cream  with  his  coffee,   but  he's  been  getting  pretty  good  with  not  making  a  mess  until  now.    phainon  coughs,    almost  awkwardly,    but  plays  it  off  like  he's  just  clearing  his  throat.    )     well  uh,     thank  you  mydeimos?    (..)    can  i  please  have  my  coffee  now.

@hailstrife⸒  ᝰ.ᐟ     maiming,    not  kill.    (..)    id  have  avoided  fatal  damage.   (   he  says  it  so  matter  of  factly,    that  its  almost  scary.   almost,    because  khaslana  would  rather  die  than  lay  a  hand  to  mydei.   he  threads  their  fingers  together,   and  squeezes.  )    i  gave  you  my  word.  but  maiming  was  never  compromised.   

@delivereds 
            
            [  keys..  ?  oh.  khaslana  was  thinking  of  taking  his  car  keys  to  stab  someone.  somewhere  along  the  line,  he  feels  guulty  for  making  the  first  move  and  provoking  that  protectiveness  he  /knows/  his  husband  has.  they  could  have  avoided  it  if  it  were  the  mydei  from  five  years  ago,  just  happily  married  and  feeling  like  he  was  on  top  of  the  world.  ]  you  can't  do  that.  not  here,  not  /anywhere/.  the  killing  stopped  the  second  you  left  that  hell,  don't  go  breaking  your  promises  to  me  so  easily..  

@hailstrife⸒   ᝰ.ᐟ         (      he  drops  the  man  with  a  soft  blink—   then  glances  over  at  mydei.   he  walks  back  to  his  husband,    taking  mydei's  hand  back  into his.   )     he's  fine.   i  didn't  hurt  him.   (   khaslana  pauses,    then  lowers  his  voice.   )     would've  grabbed  your  keys  to  stab  him,    but  i  figured  it  was  more  trouble  than  it  worth.   didn't  want  you  to  get  banned  from  the  store  because  of  me.  ..   we  should  get  the  stuff  we  came  here  for  and  go.

@delivereds 
            
            [  the  grasp  slips  when  his  hand  is moved  off  of  the  man's  chin,  retracting  back  as  he  folds  his  arms  over  his  chest  (is  he  covering  it  on  purpose..  ?),  an  eyebrow  furrowing.  ]  something's  been  on  your  mind,  that  much  is  easy  to  tell.  give  it  up.  

@hailstrife⸒   ᝰ.ᐟ       (   his  eyes  flick  over  when  mydei  grabs  his  chin,    breath  hitching  and  the  hue  of  his  cheeks  flushing  a  rosey  pink.    he  coughs,   sputtering  on  his  words  as  the  cerulean  of  the  deliverer's  eyes  grow  wide.  )    ah...   i..    ahem,   sorry,   sorry—    (    he  stumbles  on  his  words,  hand  gentle  in  the  way  it  moves  mydei's  hand  away  from  his  chin.   his  heart  hammers  in  his  chest,   pounding  between  his  ears.   )  

/ canon! wandering eyes..

@delivereds 
            
            relax,  barely  anyone  shows  up  at  this  time..  they're  all  at  work.  

@hailstrife⸒   ᝰ.ᐟ       oh.    (..)     people..    no,    ill  stay.   

@delivereds 
            
            the  gym.  where  else  would  i  be  going  this  early?

@hailstrife⸒   ᝰ.ᐟ       what  a  shame.   (    khaslana  pulls  his  hands  away  when  he's  done,   cheeks  a  bit  pink.   he  pauses,   then  looks  over  at  mydei  hopefully.   )     do  you  need  help  down  here?

@delivereds 
            
            i've  been  working  all  day,  i'm  not  going  to  be  freshly  washed.  
            [  the  baker  snorts,  though  he  finds  his  molten  gaze  drifting  to  khaslana's  hands  on  his  hair,  carefully  twisting  his  locks  back  into  the  braid  without  tugging  too  much.  ]  

@hailstrife⸒   ᝰ.ᐟ       you're  all  messy.   (   he  mutters,   his  nose  crinkling.   he  frowns,   gently  redoing  the  man's  braid  as  his  brows  furrowed  together  in  focus.   )