"Its a no," he said, even as he keeps blushing and hair keeps burning. "I still expect a little more wining and dining, but also I am covered in so much dust and grime installing everything."
SIGH. But she respects a no so respect it she shall. "Have you seen me on a regular basis?" She is covered in leaves and twigs and smatterings of dirt. He was lucky she cleaned up a little before meeting for their first date. "I mean... a trip to a nice big bath could also be a nice date idea." She said, tapping her finger to her lips. "Sorry, I'll stop. The blushing and fire flares are so cute I can't help but want to tease you more."
"Its not the most pleasant feeling when I'm caked in it and there is still the whole..." He waves a hand in the air. "Touch thing that feels weird, but not necessarily bad, I guess."
The touch starved buzzing he's getting used to. "Rather deal with one then both."
He huffs. "Protip. Heavy water based date is not the one to suggest to the fire demon. Water doesn't hurt me, but I don't really get any enjoyment from it. Its utility only."
He rolls his eyes. "You share that in common with those two then."
"Not even really hot water like a hot spring? I guess you probably wouldn't notice much difference." It would mostly be an excuse to get him naked and/or to play with his hair or something anyway let's all be honest. "Rules out swimming. Good thing that wasn't my first idea." The lounging in her room and getting high was, but she had to wait forever for that now.
She chuckled. "You could always try and fluster me! I think you managed it once so far."
"I would not, no. Any hot water I notice is causing burns to someone else," he said. The trick is to get him after he bathes. Then its like playing with a hot towel as his hair self dries.
"Ah, well, that is...not as easy as it seems," Red Son said. He can be clever. He's observant. He just also kind of panics a little bit because he's an inexperienced virgin trying to pretend he's not panicking from nerves.
"Noted." Filed away for later. Maybe she'd learn that fun fact eventually.
Night Sky's expression softened slightly. "It's a lot easier than you think, actually." She admitted. Flirting was easy, being blatant about her sexual desires was easier. A genuine compliment, especially on her appearance, however, would make her blush and nearly die from the butterflies in her stomach. Being desired in any way made her weak.
He called her pretty during their date and she almost had a fucking heart attack.
Because hey, if its easy, it should be easy to explain, right? Nothing too bad in asking. He thinks.
"I'm not going to be rushed faster than I accept," he said, glancing her way and then back to his work. The fire is going down. The blush isn't. "I'm not one to be pushed into something I truly don't want."
"I wouldn't dream of pushing you. I know I'm kind of salacious, but if you ever genuinely feel like I'm pushing you, tell me. I'm-" it all kind of flowed together, her insistence that she understood and respected however fast or slow he wanted to go, if he wanted any of it from her at all. He... seemed to, at least.
"I'm used to casual sex, no string attached if they're not wanted. Being told I'm sexy or that people want to sleep with me is surprising, sometimes, but less so than the times I hear that I'm beautiful. That people enjoy my company, that I'm wanted." She was flustering herself now, laughing nervously and shifting awkwardly in the middle of the room. "You called me pretty the other day, and since I know you weren't doing it just to get me to bed, it felt... different. I just want to be loved, and of course I'm not asking for that right away, or at all if you don't feel it, but it's... simple. It's so simple to make me happy."
She was rambling now, mostly because she didn't know how to stop. "I used to be alone for so long, and even when I came back to life I was alone with these fae that lost who they were the longer they stayed in the forest. I never want to forget who I am - and I just want someone to care enough to remember for me, if I forget. To remind me." She sniffled, turned away with her palm against her eye. "Shit. Sorry."
That's why it was easy. It wasn't that flirting was necessarily easy. She was just emotionally starved.
...admittedly, that did make some things a lot easier. The talk of remembrance, however, is particularly painful. It isn't the same situation, but forgetting, being forgotten, they are painful things.
He slowly lowers his hands. Sets down the screw driver. Stares at the wall for several moments.
Then he turns to Night Sky and moves over to her. "Let me see your hand for a moment?"
He takes her hand and wraps his fingers around his wrist. He hums after a moment, nods to himself, and let's go, turning to the workshop. He grabs a metal pot and homemade sandpaper to line the inside, and grabbing the carnelian. Tossing it inside the pot and then grabbing a lid. Pitching the top to the body until he makes two spot welding marks.
Fire encases the pot then and it starts to spin in the air, moved by the fire gripping it.
Then he digs through the metal they've been collecting, looking through it until he finds some pieces of cobalt. He gathers a large handful, cupping his hands over it, and then blowing into it, fire erupting over his hands for bout half a minute until he straightens up and starts stretching and twisting the metal.
Night Sky looked down at her wrist, up to Red Son, and when he made absolutely no comment about what he just did, she stared at him expectantly. What was that? What was he doing? Explain!
"What are you--" not the carnelian! She got that especially for him! Tempted as she was to object, it was clear he was in the zone of whatever he was doing, and she truly didn't even know what to say or if she should interrupt. So she stood there, dumbfounded and awed because, while alarming, it was all very impressive.
"Give me a few minutes," he said, sketching out the metal and pulling it apart in two clumps. He sticks his index fingers through the middle of each one and starts spinning his fingers, like its twirling hoops on them as the metal stretches out into actual hoops.
He tosses one into a nearby bucket of water. Twirling the other a few moments later. Then he will retrieve the hoops again. Still glowing a faint red, but far cooler.
He grabs a few more pieces of cobalt. He heats them up much the same before depositing the molten metal in a crucible and setting it on the table.
Then he moved to the wall of tools, grabbing a hammer and chisel. Letting the pot drop to the table as he approaches it. Fingers covered in fire as they dig into the pot lid and pops it off. Then he pulls out the carnelian, now polished to something smoother.
He carefully looks it over and nods before setting it on the table. Picking up the chisel and cutting the stone in half.
Then grabbing some of the molten metal, shaping it into an oval, and setting one of the stone halves into the metal, in a way where the split could be seen. Then grabbing one of the hoops, and heating up a section, before fusing the oval shape to the hoop.
Its tossed into the water again, as he repeats the process with the second hoop.
He moves over to the bucket, watching at the water bubbles, and motions for her to come over.
Taking that as a 'don't bother me while I'm doing this' suggestion, Night Sky bit her lip and remained well out of his way. It was, if nothing else, impressive and entertaining to watch, even if it was done with a not insignificant amount of confusion on her end. The skilled used of his flames was incredible, precise, and beautiful in the way so many dangerous things are.
She had never seen anyone make something like that before, obviously, and she still looked a little confused as he called her over. But she went, peering down at the bucket like it might tell her something important.
Red Son waits until the bubbles fade away. Studies the metal at the bottom longer, before nodding and reaching up and pulling out the hoops.
And.
They're bracelets.
Simple, with the dark silver like shine of cobalt metal, given a shock of color with the carnelian pieces. Next to each other, its clear to see they're two halves of a whole.
He slips the bigger band around his wrist, and then he holds out the second to her. "Proof of a connection, no matter the state of your mind."
Night Sky stared down at the bracelets like they weren't even real, like she was having some fever dream and imagining them. She watched him slide one onto his wrist, offer her the second, and speak - the words registering seconds after they were spoken. Her hand extended absently; unconsciously offering the hand opposite his so if they were beside one another the connection would be even more clear. He didn't have to put it on her, but she was clearly in shock so it would probably save him some time.
"I don't--" it was by far one of the sweetest gestures she had ever received, from a man who owed her nothing and could have easily told her to get over herself. "Thank you, Red Son. It's beautiful."
He will take her hand as she holds it out and slips the bracelet, a comfortable fit around her wrist. The metal was still warm to the touch.
"Well, of course. Even for something spontaneous and simple, I'm not going to make something that looks bad," he said, a bit of the preening peacock returning.
"And...it helps. To have physical reminders of a connection. That's why father and I cook together," he said. "It was something we shared before and after."
He did say he understood wanting to get back someone who was out of reach, after all. That probably says who it was.
It was the warmth that broke her from her shocked staring, head lifting so her bright green eyes could meet his as he spoke. Even she could make the connection when he said it, and she could not help but feel for him, especially when he had made it so abundantly clear how much his family meant to him.
Night Sky lifted her hand to cup his cheek, caring not for any oil or stains from his work that might have smeared his skin. "Thank you, truly." She didn't know if she would return home, if she would forget, but at least she knew now that she would not be forgotten, and that sliver of hope was more than enough for her. "Can I kiss you again?"
He's blushing again at the sudden touch on his cheek, looking up to meet her eyes. He hesitates for a moment, before finally nodding.
It made sense. She wanted care and he offered it. And he wasn't against kissing. At least his face wasn't utterly caked anyway. He could at least go along with that level of affection after offering what he did.
"Thank you." Whispered again just before their lips met. Whether it was another thank you for the sentiment the bracelet symbolized, or a thank you for the kiss he allowed, even she truly could not say. Maybe it was both.
Night Sky pressed their lips together firmly, kissed him deep and slow and lingering, settling to about where they had been a week or so before and not pushing beyond it. She savored the feeling, the taste, the warmth, and pulled back after a minute. "I'll cherish this, sweetness. I promise."
He kissed back, holding her hand with the bracelet. Following the slow pace, enjoying the kiss, and grateful for the slow ace. He had hardly planned to be so affectionate and caring, but he could hardly ignore the confession. He can be cruel and vicious and evil, but he was unfortunately far from heartless. Especially when he understood so much.
So he acted on an impulse decision, quick to commit.
And kisses her back back, slow and savoring it until she pulls away.
The only word that could describe how she felt then was giddy, her stomach aflutter with butterflies, her cheeks dark with a blush, and her smile wide. For a man who claimed to be a villain, be had been nothing but sweet to her - and had just offered her a kindness and affection she had not felt for some time.
She squeezed his hand and, very reluctantly, made space. "Get back to work so I can bully you into taking a break." She teased. Mostly teased. "And we really need to do something about that sleep schedule. If I have to sit on you for a few hours don't think I won't." It would do approximately nothing to stop him, but that wasn't the point.
Red Son would argue her standards for sweet were probably too low. He had started off being a kind of haughty bitch.
But then again, he also meant what he did. Red Son doesn't break his promises, even implied ones.
"My sleep schedule is usually better," he said, stepping away to go and pick up his tools again to get back to installing the ventilation. "I just don't like falling behind and we already have a few commissions on the docket. I don't want to keep some of our first customers waiting overly long. That's just bad service."
Making her a custom bracelet, promising to keep his own matching bracelet safe, and doing it all so she had 'someone who knew her' no matter what? Call that sweet enough to rot teeth.
Night Sky, still giddy and spinning the bracelet around her wrist, chuckled. "Usually, he says." A touch of a tease- a silent vow to fix that even if she had to hound him until he took a damn nap. She could be persistent - as he was well learning already. "I might have a commission for you, when your workload isn't so intense."
"It is! I usually get at least four hours, but I try for six or seven," he said. He didn't need to sleep AS MUCH as mortals, but it did do him better to do so.
"If you don't mind waiting for it, you can tell me now. Then I know to look out for any potential material when we go looking for it," he said. Which really may be the longest part. Actually getting the supplies.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
forgingfires) wrote2029-04-10 10:43 am
no subject
no subject
no subject
The touch starved buzzing he's getting used to. "Rather deal with one then both."
He huffs. "Protip. Heavy water based date is not the one to suggest to the fire demon. Water doesn't hurt me, but I don't really get any enjoyment from it. Its utility only."
He rolls his eyes. "You share that in common with those two then."
no subject
She chuckled. "You could always try and fluster me! I think you managed it once so far."
no subject
"Ah, well, that is...not as easy as it seems," Red Son said. He can be clever. He's observant. He just also kind of panics a little bit because he's an inexperienced virgin trying to pretend he's not panicking from nerves.
no subject
Night Sky's expression softened slightly. "It's a lot easier than you think, actually." She admitted. Flirting was easy, being blatant about her sexual desires was easier. A genuine compliment, especially on her appearance, however, would make her blush and nearly die from the butterflies in her stomach. Being desired in any way made her weak.
He called her pretty during their date and she almost had a fucking heart attack.
"But no rush."
no subject
Because hey, if its easy, it should be easy to explain, right? Nothing too bad in asking. He thinks.
"I'm not going to be rushed faster than I accept," he said, glancing her way and then back to his work. The fire is going down. The blush isn't. "I'm not one to be pushed into something I truly don't want."
no subject
"I'm used to casual sex, no string attached if they're not wanted. Being told I'm sexy or that people want to sleep with me is surprising, sometimes, but less so than the times I hear that I'm beautiful. That people enjoy my company, that I'm wanted." She was flustering herself now, laughing nervously and shifting awkwardly in the middle of the room. "You called me pretty the other day, and since I know you weren't doing it just to get me to bed, it felt... different. I just want to be loved, and of course I'm not asking for that right away, or at all if you don't feel it, but it's... simple. It's so simple to make me happy."
She was rambling now, mostly because she didn't know how to stop. "I used to be alone for so long, and even when I came back to life I was alone with these fae that lost who they were the longer they stayed in the forest. I never want to forget who I am - and I just want someone to care enough to remember for me, if I forget. To remind me." She sniffled, turned away with her palm against her eye. "Shit. Sorry."
no subject
That's why it was easy. It wasn't that flirting was necessarily easy. She was just emotionally starved.
...admittedly, that did make some things a lot easier. The talk of remembrance, however, is particularly painful. It isn't the same situation, but forgetting, being forgotten, they are painful things.
He slowly lowers his hands. Sets down the screw driver. Stares at the wall for several moments.
Then he turns to Night Sky and moves over to her. "Let me see your hand for a moment?"
no subject
no subject
Fire encases the pot then and it starts to spin in the air, moved by the fire gripping it.
Then he digs through the metal they've been collecting, looking through it until he finds some pieces of cobalt. He gathers a large handful, cupping his hands over it, and then blowing into it, fire erupting over his hands for bout half a minute until he straightens up and starts stretching and twisting the metal.
He's certainly doing
Something.
no subject
"What are you--" not the carnelian! She got that especially for him! Tempted as she was to object, it was clear he was in the zone of whatever he was doing, and she truly didn't even know what to say or if she should interrupt. So she stood there, dumbfounded and awed because, while alarming, it was all very impressive.
no subject
He tosses one into a nearby bucket of water. Twirling the other a few moments later. Then he will retrieve the hoops again. Still glowing a faint red, but far cooler.
He grabs a few more pieces of cobalt. He heats them up much the same before depositing the molten metal in a crucible and setting it on the table.
Then he moved to the wall of tools, grabbing a hammer and chisel. Letting the pot drop to the table as he approaches it. Fingers covered in fire as they dig into the pot lid and pops it off. Then he pulls out the carnelian, now polished to something smoother.
He carefully looks it over and nods before setting it on the table. Picking up the chisel and cutting the stone in half.
Then grabbing some of the molten metal, shaping it into an oval, and setting one of the stone halves into the metal, in a way where the split could be seen. Then grabbing one of the hoops, and heating up a section, before fusing the oval shape to the hoop.
Its tossed into the water again, as he repeats the process with the second hoop.
He moves over to the bucket, watching at the water bubbles, and motions for her to come over.
no subject
She had never seen anyone make something like that before, obviously, and she still looked a little confused as he called her over. But she went, peering down at the bucket like it might tell her something important.
no subject
And.
They're bracelets.
Simple, with the dark silver like shine of cobalt metal, given a shock of color with the carnelian pieces. Next to each other, its clear to see they're two halves of a whole.
He slips the bigger band around his wrist, and then he holds out the second to her. "Proof of a connection, no matter the state of your mind."
no subject
No fucking way.
Night Sky stared down at the bracelets like they weren't even real, like she was having some fever dream and imagining them. She watched him slide one onto his wrist, offer her the second, and speak - the words registering seconds after they were spoken. Her hand extended absently; unconsciously offering the hand opposite his so if they were beside one another the connection would be even more clear. He didn't have to put it on her, but she was clearly in shock so it would probably save him some time.
"I don't--" it was by far one of the sweetest gestures she had ever received, from a man who owed her nothing and could have easily told her to get over herself. "Thank you, Red Son. It's beautiful."
no subject
"Well, of course. Even for something spontaneous and simple, I'm not going to make something that looks bad," he said, a bit of the preening peacock returning.
"And...it helps. To have physical reminders of a connection. That's why father and I cook together," he said. "It was something we shared before and after."
He did say he understood wanting to get back someone who was out of reach, after all. That probably says who it was.
"This way, you'll know someone knew you."
no subject
Night Sky lifted her hand to cup his cheek, caring not for any oil or stains from his work that might have smeared his skin. "Thank you, truly." She didn't know if she would return home, if she would forget, but at least she knew now that she would not be forgotten, and that sliver of hope was more than enough for her. "Can I kiss you again?"
no subject
It made sense. She wanted care and he offered it. And he wasn't against kissing. At least his face wasn't utterly caked anyway. He could at least go along with that level of affection after offering what he did.
no subject
Night Sky pressed their lips together firmly, kissed him deep and slow and lingering, settling to about where they had been a week or so before and not pushing beyond it. She savored the feeling, the taste, the warmth, and pulled back after a minute. "I'll cherish this, sweetness. I promise."
no subject
So he acted on an impulse decision, quick to commit.
And kisses her back back, slow and savoring it until she pulls away.
He nods. "I'll keep mine safe," he said quietly.
no subject
She squeezed his hand and, very reluctantly, made space. "Get back to work so I can bully you into taking a break." She teased. Mostly teased. "And we really need to do something about that sleep schedule. If I have to sit on you for a few hours don't think I won't." It would do approximately nothing to stop him, but that wasn't the point.
no subject
But then again, he also meant what he did. Red Son doesn't break his promises, even implied ones.
"My sleep schedule is usually better," he said, stepping away to go and pick up his tools again to get back to installing the ventilation. "I just don't like falling behind and we already have a few commissions on the docket. I don't want to keep some of our first customers waiting overly long. That's just bad service."
no subject
Night Sky, still giddy and spinning the bracelet around her wrist, chuckled. "Usually, he says." A touch of a tease- a silent vow to fix that even if she had to hound him until he took a damn nap. She could be persistent - as he was well learning already. "I might have a commission for you, when your workload isn't so intense."
no subject
"If you don't mind waiting for it, you can tell me now. Then I know to look out for any potential material when we go looking for it," he said. Which really may be the longest part. Actually getting the supplies.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)