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metamorphosis2016-11-18 11:19 pm
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Title: kisses, pt 2
Characters: Aymeric de Borel, Nephenee; Ferid Báthory, Aligula; Yuri Lowell, Jean; Katniss Everdeen, Angel; Luca Valentino, Isaac McDougal
Rating: G to PG
i. aymeric/nephenee - lips
"Saints do not move, though granted for prayer's strength," he recites simply, demurely, as the script states for Juliet; Nephenee squeezes his hand, swallowing hard. She's quiet for a moment longer than she needs to be, but Aymeric waits; the audience does too, on the edge of their seat. The quiet makes the tension better, the atmosphere better—he'd heard so from Aligula while she play-fought Katniss, Tybalt versus Mercutio. Ferid, Capulet's mother, agreed with her.
So he waits, and when she's ready, Nephenee moves closer, looking more determined than he's seen her before.
"Then move not," she drawls slightly, voice quivering as she tries to keep her accent from getting too disruptive, "while my prayer's effect I take."
The kiss is a little less staged; it's firmer for one, nothing like their recitals, and it stays longer than before, too. It's still too quick for him to form a proper reaction for; by the time he's thought about what to say or how to feel aside from confused and content, Nephenee steps away, their hands locked between them.
"Thus—" she takes a breath, tries again: "Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged."
ii. ferid/aligula - wrists
It always starts with her hands. Every time they kiss, it starts there—Aligula wants it on her mouth, on her face, on everywhere but there, but Ferid insists on ghosting kisses down her fingers and across her palm. She's ticklish and she's pretty sure that's half the reason he even starts there, wanting to see her squirm and whine. It's worse when he pauses at the heel of her hand, breath hot against her wrist.
Watching. Waiting. Sliding his tongue against the delicate skin in front of him and following her pulse, marking it in time with her heartbeat. He gently drags his teeth across her veins, raises her arm while her fingers grasp nothing but air, and laughs when she orders him to kiss her already.
So he does, beneath her thumb, and she grabs a fistful of his hair.
iii. yuri/jean - corner of mouth
"That's the last of them." Yuri wipes the sweat off his forehead—damn it was hot today—and smiles over his shoulder; Jean's doing the same, though she adds 'falling into a beanbag' to her list. He grins when she grins, and tilts his head a little but goes when she motions him over.
He's almost caught by surprise when she pushes herself up enough to catch the side of his mouth, pressing her lips to the spot for a moment that feels longer than that; she collapses back into her bag, sighing happily, and waves her hand out.
"You were nice enough to help, you can help yourself to something to eat. There's obviously plenty."
He blinks at her, then kneels down and settles beside her beanbag, leaning against it. "Nah, I'm good. Thanks for the offer, but the AC's enough for me."
And her kiss, but he lets his hand brushing hers tell her that much.
iv. katniss/angel - cheeks
Katniss has never been a huge fan of physical contact—in public, in general; it's no one's fault, it's just her own thing—but there are times she makes exceptions. For once, the exception isn't Aligula: it's Angel, and she slowly takes her hand when she's offered it.
"It's good to see you again," she breathes, genuine. Angel smiles in reply, then pulls her closer and wraps her other arm around her; Katniss returns the one-armed hug, after a moment. "Things go alright?"
"Perfect, actually, thanks for asking." Angel presses their cheeks together, then turns her head enough to kiss one. "It's thanks to you."
Katniss frowns, drawing away; the spot Angel kissed feels warm, and she resists the urge to touch it to see if it really is. "I didn't do anything though?"
"You believed in me," she replies, leaning forward to press their foreheads together. "That's what I really, really needed. Thank you."
v. luca/isaac - hands
Isaac doesn't know what Aligula's complaining about with regards to Ferid until he experiences it with Luca (after a gentle, prodding line of questioning from him), and then he understands. He'll have to remember to never mention it to her, not even while under duress—probably nothing good could come out of that, even if it would be nice to be able to complain...
Even if he's having a hard time finding things to complain about other than how embarrassing it is to have his hands kissed, and how he'd really rather have Luca's (really surprisingly soft, wow, he really takes care of them doesn't he?) lips on his instead of on his calloused palms. That'd be good for both of them and it would be less embarrassing than having to watch him daintily press his mouth to every knuckle and line on his hand.
He can't bring himself to say it though, throat tight, and Luca at least concedes to pecking him on the lips with a short ha when Isaac twitches his fingers inwards.
Characters: Aymeric de Borel, Nephenee; Ferid Báthory, Aligula; Yuri Lowell, Jean; Katniss Everdeen, Angel; Luca Valentino, Isaac McDougal
Rating: G to PG
i. aymeric/nephenee - lips
"Saints do not move, though granted for prayer's strength," he recites simply, demurely, as the script states for Juliet; Nephenee squeezes his hand, swallowing hard. She's quiet for a moment longer than she needs to be, but Aymeric waits; the audience does too, on the edge of their seat. The quiet makes the tension better, the atmosphere better—he'd heard so from Aligula while she play-fought Katniss, Tybalt versus Mercutio. Ferid, Capulet's mother, agreed with her.
So he waits, and when she's ready, Nephenee moves closer, looking more determined than he's seen her before.
"Then move not," she drawls slightly, voice quivering as she tries to keep her accent from getting too disruptive, "while my prayer's effect I take."
The kiss is a little less staged; it's firmer for one, nothing like their recitals, and it stays longer than before, too. It's still too quick for him to form a proper reaction for; by the time he's thought about what to say or how to feel aside from confused and content, Nephenee steps away, their hands locked between them.
"Thus—" she takes a breath, tries again: "Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged."
ii. ferid/aligula - wrists
It always starts with her hands. Every time they kiss, it starts there—Aligula wants it on her mouth, on her face, on everywhere but there, but Ferid insists on ghosting kisses down her fingers and across her palm. She's ticklish and she's pretty sure that's half the reason he even starts there, wanting to see her squirm and whine. It's worse when he pauses at the heel of her hand, breath hot against her wrist.
Watching. Waiting. Sliding his tongue against the delicate skin in front of him and following her pulse, marking it in time with her heartbeat. He gently drags his teeth across her veins, raises her arm while her fingers grasp nothing but air, and laughs when she orders him to kiss her already.
So he does, beneath her thumb, and she grabs a fistful of his hair.
iii. yuri/jean - corner of mouth
"That's the last of them." Yuri wipes the sweat off his forehead—damn it was hot today—and smiles over his shoulder; Jean's doing the same, though she adds 'falling into a beanbag' to her list. He grins when she grins, and tilts his head a little but goes when she motions him over.
He's almost caught by surprise when she pushes herself up enough to catch the side of his mouth, pressing her lips to the spot for a moment that feels longer than that; she collapses back into her bag, sighing happily, and waves her hand out.
"You were nice enough to help, you can help yourself to something to eat. There's obviously plenty."
He blinks at her, then kneels down and settles beside her beanbag, leaning against it. "Nah, I'm good. Thanks for the offer, but the AC's enough for me."
And her kiss, but he lets his hand brushing hers tell her that much.
iv. katniss/angel - cheeks
Katniss has never been a huge fan of physical contact—in public, in general; it's no one's fault, it's just her own thing—but there are times she makes exceptions. For once, the exception isn't Aligula: it's Angel, and she slowly takes her hand when she's offered it.
"It's good to see you again," she breathes, genuine. Angel smiles in reply, then pulls her closer and wraps her other arm around her; Katniss returns the one-armed hug, after a moment. "Things go alright?"
"Perfect, actually, thanks for asking." Angel presses their cheeks together, then turns her head enough to kiss one. "It's thanks to you."
Katniss frowns, drawing away; the spot Angel kissed feels warm, and she resists the urge to touch it to see if it really is. "I didn't do anything though?"
"You believed in me," she replies, leaning forward to press their foreheads together. "That's what I really, really needed. Thank you."
v. luca/isaac - hands
Isaac doesn't know what Aligula's complaining about with regards to Ferid until he experiences it with Luca (after a gentle, prodding line of questioning from him), and then he understands. He'll have to remember to never mention it to her, not even while under duress—probably nothing good could come out of that, even if it would be nice to be able to complain...
Even if he's having a hard time finding things to complain about other than how embarrassing it is to have his hands kissed, and how he'd really rather have Luca's (really surprisingly soft, wow, he really takes care of them doesn't he?) lips on his instead of on his calloused palms. That'd be good for both of them and it would be less embarrassing than having to watch him daintily press his mouth to every knuckle and line on his hand.
He can't bring himself to say it though, throat tight, and Luca at least concedes to pecking him on the lips with a short ha when Isaac twitches his fingers inwards.