#*rp things

there’s a lot of things she won’t let him do. so many he’s beginning to lose count.

some rules ( wipe your feet when you come in, don’t eat the flowers on the windowsill ) are easy to follow – although he still complains about them, because he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t. others ( don’t hold her hand, don’t kiss on the lips, don’t leave any marks, and god, never ever spend the night ) are hard.

he wasn’t made to fit into the confines of someone else’s directions. he’s wild and untamable and the literal goddamn force of nature and he cannot be stopped.

but he does.

for her.

he wants to be good enough for her – wants it so badly that it hurts, and he can feel it coursing through his veins, vibrating through his body, and when he reaches a hand out to touch her ( fighting himself to be so fucking light, afraid he’ll scare her away, as it’s the only thing he’s ever truly been good at ) his hands are shaking.

she lets him touch her, a soft smile gracing her lips. lets him breathe in her hair ( always flowers, unlike him, who usually smells like moss and fresh earth but mostly like weed ), lets him kiss down her neck, hold her close for a few hours.

she closes her eyes, and deep down he knows that she’s not here with him. not on this bed, not in this apartment, not even on this earth. she’s far underground, deeper than anyone can stand. anyone that is, except for her and the man she dreams about.

he pretends it doesn’t sting when she whispers his name.

when it’s over, he leaves. slips on his shoes and grabs his jacket before making for the exit. she doesn’t ask where he goes, and he’s grateful. he doesn’t need to see the pity in her eyes.

when he’s halfway out the door she stops him, reaching up on her tiptoes to leave a light kiss on his cheek and the words are there, right on the tip of his tongue like always, threatening to spill out past his lips. he reels them in with a tight-lipped smile, and then he is gone.

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who’s the first to wake up in the morning: they usually wake up around the same time. every once in a while, though, mel will drag them both out of bed really really early to watch the sun rise on the beach before crawling back into bed for a few extra hours of shut eye.

who’s the one to make breakfast: kiara (because honestly mel should not be allowed anywhere near an oven) but nothing too fancy. they usually just have cereal.

who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: i don’t know if either would do that unless it was for a joke. i don’t really see them being too into a lot of cute relationship-y stuff.

who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work: mel as a joke, but kiara would be serious about it.

who suggests they both ditch work and lay around all day: i think kiara would suggest it & mel would be like “oh no. we couldn’t. that’s terrible. responsibilities.” and then snuggle them both back under the covers.

who chooses the movies: they both do. mel sits through terrible awful scary movies for ki (she really only picks them bc mel will bury her face in her shoulder when she gets scared) if and only if kiara watches superhero movies with her.

who initiates kissing during the movie, thus distracting the other from the movie altogether: i think probably kiara in the beginning when she was the brave one & mel was 2 awkward 2 function. as they got more comfortable with each other, though, they both do it.

who orders lunch: whoever’s feeling the least lazy probably.

who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: kiara, mostly because she’s just a very share-y person & her family never really had any boundaries about that stuff.

who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a fully tummy: mel, usually. she has a habit of eating too much junk food & then passing out. kiara thinks it’s cute, but she also totally has an album in her phone dedicated to embarrassing pictures of mel sleeping. one time she fell asleep with her hand still in the back of cheetos. ki’s gonna turn it into a t shirt one day.

who distracts the other from trying to work at home: mel, but usually not even on purpose. kiara will be trying to get through some dumb royal thing for sarabi when she’ll hear mel yelling & lightsaber sfx coming from the living room & it’s really hard to resist a round of lego star wars w/ your girlfriend.

who asks to get ice cream like a 5 year old: kiara

who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: mel, after pushing kiara’s cone on her face

who makes a sexual joke about dripping ice cream onto the other’s face: kiara

who cooks dinner: they order out ok they’re smarter than this.

who cleans up in the kitchen afterwards: they’d probably play a round of mario kart & the loser has to clean the kitchen.

who stays up until 2 reading: i don’t think either of them read very much.

who stares at their partner while they sleep: i think kiara.