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[rollplayinghouse]

[looks even more confused]

Then, what—what should I have done to make you feel like you could trust me?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He is in full business transaction mode now.

Thank you for your patronage]

Nothing.

I suppose this isn’t a conversation about trust after all.

[rollplayinghouse]

[she is in full emotional distress mode]

Then what is it a conversation about?!

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I wanted to know why you did that. And now I have my answer.

[rollplayinghouse]

And you're clearly upset about it!

[She makes a noise in her throat, and her fingernails dig into the bench. When she speaks again, her voice is lower]

...If there's nothing I could have done differently, then you're just unhappy about how I was thinking about it. You're angry I—guessed your feelings well enough to know you helped Heart Soldier in the game. And then that I didn't know them well enough to not steal King away to ZRAEL. Something like that?

That—fine, if so. I get it. And I'm sorry.

But I can't do it both ways. I can't ignore something because you don't want to talk about it and still treat it as important when you want me to. Not without you giving me some sign of which is which.

I'm not going to lecture you about talking about your feelings. You don't have to. But I don't like... hurting you like this.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Sure. That.

But look. We talked about it, right? Progress. So. Now I understand the situation. And I can act accordingly.

And as I said before, you're free to do what you want.

[rollplayinghouse]

When you say "act accordingly" I feel like you mean "go back to pretending you have no expectations and therefore nothing I do affects to you." And we went through that before.

I want to make you happy.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then rise to the challenge. Do something that affects me.

[rollplayinghouse]

That's why I was being pointed about coming to ZRAEL, you know. I wanted to make you show you actually cared.

Which I guess I did. Just... not in the way I wanted.

[a heavy exhale. and she turns to face him directly]

So, I'll do it differently next time. Which means you'd better be ready, because I'm still not going to hold back.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Leans forward, meeting her stare straight on]

Then let me be explicitly clear since you seem to stumble over the same problem over and over.

Forcing my hand will not work in your favor.

[rollplayinghouse]

But talking doesn't work either. You told me that, right? Yelling and lecturing is pointless. "Be more unreasonable." If I want you act a certain way, just make you.

So, don't reason with you, but also don't force you... that's definitely a challenge, but I'll figure it out.

[huffs, and with an attempt at a lighter tone—]

I guess I could always seduce you.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Ha! If you think you can manage.

[He places a hand on her cheek and leans in even closer, placing a chaste kiss against her lips]

[rollplayinghouse]

[She turns further, shifting her weight so her knee is on the bench, putting her at the right angle to slide a hand into his hair and immediately deepen the kiss.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He huffs (is that an amused sound? maybe) and let's her lead the kiss. For now.

His skin is still flushed a little warm -- a lingering effect of the game. And that will be even more obvious when he slips one hand underneath the hem of her shirt and traces her side with his fingertips]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Even though his fingers are warm, the touch makes her shiver. It also makes her grip his bicep with her free hand, fingers digging in possessively.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He laughs against her mouth, thoroughly amused by it all.

And then tries to shove her down (maybe a little bit roughly) so that she's flat against the bench]

[rollplayinghouse]

[This is fine. She doesn't put up much resistance to going down, but she does tighten her grip on both his arm and his hair so he has to stay with her as she falls back, and maneuvers her knee between his legs as he moves.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He places both hands on her shoulders, pushing back to give himself some distance. Not much.

(Enough to avoid that knee anyway.)

And then wickedly grins down at her]

You call this seducing me?

[rollplayinghouse]

[her face is a bit flushed, but she looks up at him steadily]

Obviously not. This is just a promise.

If I was seducing you... it would start more like this, right?

[And instead of using that knee as intended, she sweeps her leg sharply against his to knock him off balance and attempts to roll them entirely off the bench and onto the ground.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[The breath leaves his lungs in an 'oof' as his back hits the dirt.

And he looks up at her with his best bored expression (only 50% successful at the moment) and sighs dramatically]

Is that how it starts?

You tell me.

[rollplayinghouse]

This is how it started, isn't it? Or, rather...

[And in a flash, there's a knife in her hand, blade at his neck. It's not her usual one, instead a slim, antique-looking folding knife she pulled from who knows where]

More like this...?

[And she leans in to kiss him again without moving the blade.]

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[How many knives does Maki have on her person at this point? We just don’t know.

But the movement is quick and completely unexpected. Intensity’s eyes widen and he’s sure— he is so sure that Maki will be able to feel the thrum of his frantic heartbeat through the thin metal. Fingers dig into his palm as he resists the urge to grab her wrist and push it away]

That was—-

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[”A long time ago” he doesn’t get to say.

But the kiss cuts that off before he can finish. Or follow it up with any other commentary.

How unfortunate.

He’s stuck between his pride (which won’t let him reach up to push the blade away) and panic (which is screaming at him danger danger get away). And perhaps another day he would have chosen the sensible option (slim chance as it is). But he’s exposed too many vulnerabilities in the last twelve hours and he’s not about to risk anymore.

So he reaches up to tangle one hand in Maki’s hair and pull himself up into the kiss, pressing the metal further against his throat.]

[rollplayinghouse]

[She wasn't entirely sure the knife would get the panic reaction, but when his eyes widen it confirms it does even if he suppresses his other reactions. So she's even more careful than usual, and when he moves she turns the blade slightly so the flat of it is against his throat and the edge doesn't bite into his skin even if he pushes against it, though the blade is thin enough it's may not be obvious that's what she's doing.

The kiss itself is not quite as aggressive or possessive as before, but she lingers at it, exploring his mouth thoroughly while she presses close to him.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Why are you backing down, Maki?

If she won’t be aggressive about it, then he will be. His grip tightens in her hair as she pulls her closer. And every time she lingers somewhere, he’ll growl deep in his throat before trying to take control of the kiss]