#zitian

Cairi, with a determined expression on her face and rosy cheeks, she walks right over to where Zitian is standing. But what's this? Cairi has come prepared with a step-stool! Promptly she puts it down and stands on it. She is now eyelevel with a somewhat confused Himbo Dragon.

Cairi lifts her glasses and perches them on top of her head. Then before Zitian can question what she is doing she reaches out, gently taking his blurry face in her hands. She didn't really need to see right then as she leans in to press a fervent kiss to his lips. She's a bit rusty but nonetheless passionate as her soft lips move against his. No one could call her anything less than Ardent in her efforts to get Zitian to feel and understand how deeply she felt for him. How much she wanted to include him in every part of her life as was possible. And how desperately she wanted him to feel and respond in kind.

@jiaolong-rp

Cairi smiled as she listened to Zitian ramble happily about the little Fall Festival they were coming back from. Really it was more on the scale of a farmer's market, but the games and festival food stands that were set up made up the difference.

They were walking arm in arm, Zitian holding Cairi's bag that held the little souvenirs, fresh apple cider, and the fancy candied apples she'd gotten for them to share. She was musing at how different her life was now that he was in it.

She didn't know how it had happened, though she could hazard a guess. But somehow he had slipped past all of the walls she had built to protect herself and what was left of a shattered heart. Cairi laughed at something he said. Before he showed up she hadn't laughed in quite a long time. There was laughter, liveliness, and fun in her life again. Sure there had also come some stress, but Cairi felt it was well worth it. Especially compared to what she had been through in the past.

Her garden wall and the cottage beyond that was within sight. She felt happy that he was here with her. She wanted him here with her and she wanted to be there for him. Just wanted him. Someone who was so caring towards her that she didn't know quite how to process it sometimes. Someone who she felt safe to be vulnerable with.

What do we even call their ship? xD Danger Noodle Witchery? Tea Lovers? Nope Rope Ship? xD

#1 Is Home by Christina Perri. 'I never thought that you would be the one(s) to hold my heart' + 'You put your arms around me and I'm home' Sounds like Cairi talking about Zitian all over the place. #2 If I Lose Myself by One Republic sounds like Cairi learning to let go and live again when around Zitian.

Cairi almost spat out her own drink when he answered her like that. She put her hand on her face as he went on to say he wasn't flexible enough to kiss the lady on her back.

"Great Contest-! Zitian.... Zitian. That's not what that meant. I meant, did you kiss her as well? As in, you liked her enough to kiss her in return? So you did?" When did they get on this subject anyway? She was keeping an eye on his alcohol intake, having learned from her pan incident. But she didn't think she herself was tipsy enough to talk about her dating history if he asked her in return....

She hated to say anything like this about someone so innocent and kind. But he was just so.... Stupidly oblivious. Cairi really worried about people taking advantage of him because of it.

❛ it’s so cold, but you’re so warm. ❜

(cold-blooded rumble noodle needs winter cuddles XD)

She felt, more than she saw Zitian enter her kitchen. Mainly because she was deep into making a batch of shortbread cookies. It wasn't an intense recipe. But getting them right was something she was always specific about with her fresh treats.

She was planning on cutting them into stars and making them into little jam centered treats.

Either way she felt Zitian enter the room. His powerful aura tasting like fresh spring water and river herbs. Either way she was dressed in something nice and a little festive, with her winter wonderland apron on.

"Good Morning ZitIAN~!" She was startled to find herself pinned in place by a shivering water dragon. He was wrapped around her like a... well a snake around a warm rock or tree branch. She heard him breathe out a sigh. The natural heat her warmblooded body gave off must have been defrosting the dangerous chill that had seeped into him from the frosted world outside.

"It’s so cold, but you’re so warm." Zitian was staring to go slack and Cairi squeaked and her cheeks turned a bright pink as her hooves slid a little across the kitchen mat under his weight.

"O-oh! Um..!" she stammered as she tried to process things and how to respond. Though her arms came up automatically to wrap around him. He was cold. Possibly cold blooded, so he needed to be warm.

(So I couldn't decide which option would work the best. So here's both.)

Cue Cairi hopping off the step ladder she was standing on to go punch her step brother. Girl has issues with mistletoe. She's dealing with a nasty ex coming at her and if she wants to get kisses/ to give kisses again, she wants it to be because it was wanted by both parties. Not because tradition demands.

And here for the second option. Any one of her brothers (step brothers or her full brother Conner) would tell Zitian what mistletoe means as a decoration.

@jiaolong-rp continued from Meltdown

“Zitian please. Please calm down.” Cairi tried again to be heard despite the thunder overhead. She hurriedly trying to get her words in the space in-between a breath from her guest and the thunder overhead. The tin roof and the thick glass panes of her windows would hopefully hold out, but she still didn’t want to push it. She had to calm him down. Cairi knelt down in front of him. 

“Tis alright. I’m nae mad at ye~” for the life of her, she didn’t understand how he’d gotten like this! Cairi herself never drank that much. A pint here and there when she struggled to relax enough to sleep. Sure she had a light buzz right now but... when and how did he end up like this?

She needed to calm him down and let him sleep off however much booze he’d ingested.

“It t’was an accident, aye?” Cairi slowly reached for what was left of the pan so she could put it aside, and then timidly reach up touch the side of his face. Hoping it’s get him to look her in the face. See that she wasn’t mad at him.