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.
Night Sky shook her head. She wouldn't argue about it further right then - but she would definitely keep an eye out to see if he actually slept ever. How difficult would it be for him to let her into his room...
"Oh, no rush. I'm not exactly a warrior by any means - I usually just run away from things or lure them into traps if I have to - but I like to have a staff on hand just in case. They're really just big sticks I shaped a little. A metal one might do me well if anything crazy happens here, though. Uh. Made of something besides iron. Preferably."
He nods. "That shouldn't be difficult to do. Brass should do for an adequate staff. I can also make it collapsible if you wish, then its easier to carry around or hide if need be," Red Son said,
"That's... not a terrible idea." She said after a brief pause. A collapsible staff had never exactly been in the cards for her back home. "I'll save up the shards for whenever you can get to it. Shouldn't be too difficult." People, apparently, wanted to pay her for drugs anyway.
"Take me on another date and that'll pay for it," he said instead. Because, well, part of the courting game was it eventually going both ways and since he's kind of already given something of a courting gift, he might as well be playing the game.
At least a collapsible staff was simple enough, and he knew how to not sacrifice integrity.
She blinked, paused, and then smiled brightly. "I can do that." She had hoped to take him out again anyway, but hey - she wouldn't turn down a perk like that. "You'll have to tell me where you want to go - or. I can scope some places out. Vaeros seems into romantic gestures, there has to be something."
"You can scope something out. I would not recommend a walk along the beach though," Red Son said. "The ocean and I have never gotten along, so I try to not go there without a specific reason. You'd need to have quite the sight to make up for it."
Night Sky frowned. "Aww. That's where I found that stone..." alas. The last thing she wanted was for something terrible to happen on the beach during their date. "Nothing water-related until I can make the most magical beach date ever for you, got it. Hmm. I haven't fully explored the woods, so there might be something there. Are you scared of heights?"
"The downsides of elementals. Just as I imagine I shouldn't take you to a volcano for a date, even though the lighting can be quite beautiful," he said with some amusement.
"Water isn't terrible. It doesn't hurt me, but yes, a swim isn't exactly my first choice." Gotta make up quite the difference to be enjoyable. "And no, I'm not scared of heights at all."
"I mean... I'm already playing with fire. I wouldn't say no to seeing it, so long as you promised to catch me if I started to fall in or something." It would absolutely be too hot and dangerous for her to handle, but Night Sky was nothing if not willing to accept the challenge regardless.
She nodded. "There's a mountain I haven't explored yet. Maybe the view up there is nice enough for us."
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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.
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Something.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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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."
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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."
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"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."
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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?"
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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.
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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."
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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.
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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.
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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."
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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."
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"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.
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"Oh, no rush. I'm not exactly a warrior by any means - I usually just run away from things or lure them into traps if I have to - but I like to have a staff on hand just in case. They're really just big sticks I shaped a little. A metal one might do me well if anything crazy happens here, though. Uh. Made of something besides iron. Preferably."
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Because of course he thinks of how to improve it.
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At least a collapsible staff was simple enough, and he knew how to not sacrifice integrity.
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"Water isn't terrible. It doesn't hurt me, but yes, a swim isn't exactly my first choice." Gotta make up quite the difference to be enjoyable. "And no, I'm not scared of heights at all."
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She nodded. "There's a mountain I haven't explored yet. Maybe the view up there is nice enough for us."
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