𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘.

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& he was certainly staring at one right now.

"what if it is not the bird who lies, but the cat ?" he mused with feigned innocence while approaching the other with slow, calculated steps. his gloved hands clasped behind his back, posture demure despite the audacious words that followed.

"a slight i can easily forgive, for i have always been more of a cat person anyway."

moments where he would get the opportunity to vex the harbinger had somehow become the highlights of his day already, and something told him that he wasn't the only one who was rather enjoying himself.

"oh but i fear that would not be as thrilling," he was all but pouting, "you see—the gullible crowd does not require much talent ... but a true performer would know that the applause from a challenging audience is much more rewarding." standing right in front of scaramouche now, lyney revealed his hands again—a sumerian padisarah in them.

"i am told this is a rather rare and coveted specialty. and so most rewarding too, precisely because it is challenging to obtain," lilac eyes found indigo again, & the magician's smile softened into something more genuine. something that was certainly not feigned anymore.

the moon world quest is certainly one of the most annoying things i ever had to endure in this game, what the fuck was the "flee from the spinning turbines" thing man i was shaking from rage the whole time i had to watch lyney die like 3794 times whoever designed that particular part should face me in single combat i never even wanted to find columbina i don't KNOW why i'm here not to mention my constantly triggered astrophobia GET ME OUT ALREADY

nothing, would always be worse to him than too much.

did his lover share that sentiment, though ? was he being too much ? was he smothering, scorching ? did he burn more than he warmed ?

and so he was doing it again—thinking, excessively so, and still it would never stop him from acting. how could it, when every fiber of his being was alight with want. the want to have him—the want to keep him, the want to warm him even as the fear of burning him lingered like smoke.

but fear had never stopped him from acting, either.

such were the thoughts feeding his flames as he dared to approach the harbinger from behind, with catlike stealth & beastlier greed, his arms tight & warm around the slender waist they preyed on. were they too much ?

why did it feel as though nothing could ever be enough ?

... ❛soon❜, the dreaded confirmation came then.

he would be leaving soon. he could leave after a thousand years and it would still be unbearably soon to the brazen magician.

he had half a mind to let his arms tighten, let them smother, let them burn—anything to keep his lover a lifetime longer.

his grip loosened instead. his painted lips parting around words that never managed to leave them.

the resentment he could almost taste on his tongue by now was quick to turn to ashes when he faced the harbinger—whose beauty did not warm, but burn. simply too much for him to bear, too much for him to harbor anything akin to resentment against.

what he did next left lyney wide-eyed and red-cheeked.

"wha—what are you doing," he stammered, smile audible despite himself. his hands finding the fiery locks to cradle the other's head despite himself. his heartbeat accelerating despite himself. none of it was too much. none of it was enough.

"if i'd have you ... ?" he echoed, smile intact. running his fingers through the soft strands in a slow rhythm—they had all the time in the world. no one would be leaving soon enough, not if he had anything to say about it. "you're all i ever wanted to have, my sun. will that make you stay by my side until the end of all days ?" & still it won't be enough.

he looked down to meet the other's gaze, fingers still buried in his hair. and even with the mirth in his lover's tone those words still burned, one of his hands sliding down to the side of his comely face, thumb caressing his cheekbone.

"you will be indeed," he confirmed, despite himself. his almost-cruelty half-playful & half-genuine. as was the suggestion that followed. "so either don't leave, or let me come with you." his hand moved again, fingertips ghosting over his mouth before slowly running down the graceful column of his pale neck. he let his touch linger there, thumb now circling the fluttering pulse he found. his voice was low & quiet when he spoke again. solemn, and chaste in a way the magician never truly was around his harbinger for whom he burned a bit too bright for comfort.