estoria | (CLOSED) VIVID & CHILL

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jaune arc,
rapunzel

(CLOSED) VIVID & CHILL

Who: Rapunzel (

luminarie) & Jaune Arc (

beaconed)
When: IC: 6/8
Where: One of those weird ViViD arenas modelled after The ~~Hunger~~ Thirsty Games
What: Two idiots with a thing for flirting and violence start a fight club. Because it's always the nice ones.
Rating/Warning: Upgraded yet again to P for PERFECTLY PURE (warning for handsy teenagers, blood, action, and 100% sexual tension. )

[ There's something about being held at gunpoint that gets her blood pumping and cheeks flushing like nothing else. It's freezing but she's barefoot, of course, because beneath her is a beach with black sand that feels more like hot water. Her senses are heightened and every sensation is sharp. Even when she's about to die, Rapunzel feels alive with him.

They're in Iceland, by the way. The arena is in Iceland. Just in case you were thinking it might be Iceland, you were right: it's Iceland. Yes. That's right. It's like that snow level in Inception only it's a glacier in the middle of the Atlantic in Iceland. Because apparently Iceland is pretty cool.

Anyway. She's relatively familiar with firearms by this point, though she still knows next to nothing about how to shoot most kinds. All she knows is that the gun in her face right now is, frankly, a lot like its owner: crazy, impractical, good-looking, and probably deadly despite being so pathetic.

Nice choice, Shiho! ]

Put it down, Arc. [ Rapunzel presses the blade of her spear against her teammate's throat, firm, but not so firm as to draw blood yet. ] Remember that thing I said when we met? About how I promised to never hit you?

[ She smiles and takes a step closer. ]

Please don't make me break my promise on the first level, Jaune. [ Time to draw blood? She never promised anything about blood so... maybe! ] Put the gun down.

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[ al;hdfsajkghf ]

I-- ah, w-well, y'know, I just, I.. I did what I had to back there, y'know, I just, ah, stood there and pushed a button, heh. A-All in a day's work!

S-So, uh, do you wanna...

[ ?????? ]

D–

[ yeeeah...? what is it, man? ]

Do I...?

[ ..> ?????????

She totally did something weird, didn't she. Maybe this really is all in a day's work for him and the gushing is excessive HAHA. ]

K--

...

ahhh.

[ He totally did something weird, didn't he. ]

--loot the corpse, of course. Heh. I bet we can use that sniper!

..Oh! [ Is that disappointment or surprise in Rapunzel's face? The world may never know, but she certainly has a hunch, and to be perfectly honest, the distinction is freaking her out a tiny bit. She finds herself opening her mouth and closing it several times before mustering a fearsome enough frown. ]

HEY! [ Because really!??! He's been waiting for this, hasn't he? What a missed opportunity! ] Is -

[ she swallows but stands her ground ]

Is that all you have to say to me? –I mean, yeah, finding the sniper rifle and using it to stay alive is incredibly important. Whatever. Just–!

[ JUST COME ON, MAN! ]

[ Jaune is about to start looting on his own until the "HEY" makes him flinch, then he freezes completely. Uh-oh. Is that really all he has to say? ]

W-Well, it's not like I can get shot twice...

[ HE TAKES A DEEP BREATH ]

[ Then he turns to face her again, his body language less stiff and more loose, as if he's trying to emulate swagger in his movements. Which is what he's definitely doing! Speaking with random hand gestures as he slowly circles his teammate. ]

No? Y-Yeah, I-I mean, no? No. No! Not all! Heh. Yeah, there's, you see, I just, I just-- okay, yeah, it's technically not things I have to say, in.. in words, like, it's not something I wanna strictly say, per se, it's, uh, it's, h-hahaha, wow, y-you got some, uh, on your face... [ Jaune gestures vaguely to his own face, trying to indicate that Rapunel has some Nutella debris on her face (let's not forget that bloodstain, too! ]

[ Not things he has to say in words. That's either a great sign or an incredibly troubling sign one and Rapunzel, again, spends a few minutes needlessly masticating like a camel. Why is he circling her? Is he a shark or something? What's with the stuttering?

Apparently there's nothing she can say in words either.

And then before she knows it– ]

What? Where? [ She's touching her cheek self-consciously but lightly and redundantly because she knows it's all over her face and there's no way she's gonna get it all.

SUPER ATTRACTIVE YEAH. ]

You– [ pointing to direct attention away from herself, aaah!! ] You have some too!

W-What? No, I-- [ This is so uncool. Jaune pauses for a second to wipe his own face with his hands, but only ends up smearing it even more. ] --oh, c'mon!

...
D-Did I get it off? Your face still has some on your... your face...

[ Obviously he doesn't have the experience with this that she does. Shocking, really. ]

No, n– No. Here. Come here! [ Half-annoyed with herself and half-annoyed with Jaune, Rapunzel turns in the circle he'd been making and pulls him by the wrist towards her, reaching up for his face with a well-angled palm. ]

...Let me do it. [ It is infuriatingly impossible to stay mad at this guy. ]

[ BUT SHE CAN TRY.

Oh yeah, gotta lick her fingers first. Better... do that. No prob!!!! Oh, hey, is that blood? ]

Is that blood?

[ U N B E L I E V A B L E ]

Diiid you just--

[ Did she put his blood in her fucking mouth???????? ]

What? [ How many times has she said this in the past half an hour though. ] Did I– [ aslnafjanf ] NO! N-No, I didn't! Not– Not on purpose, of course, I–

[ Oh her hand is still right near his mouth that's a problem. Such a problem, in fact, that she hits pause on her tirade, and stares, thoughtful, as if she's just noticed something very unusual. ]

...You're so weird. [ Her fingers are tracing his lips, it's true. It also doesn't look like she has any intention of stopping. ] Oh. Hey, I just noticed.

[ Wow??? Way to confuse the fuck out of him by eating his blood, then calling him weird and then kind of arousing him with the finger tracing. ]

Ablmnma--

[ let's try that again with actual words this time ]

W-Which part, what, what did you notice? Puberty? [ She must be referring to his 0.0001 mm moustache. ]

What? [ ANOTHER DOLLAR FOR THE "?" JAR ] No, no.

[ Is that the part of puberty she's referring to? Nothing about his reaction seems to phase or discourage her suddenly. If anything, she gets closer. Looks like they're doing that again. ]

I knew what you were going to say before you said it. Isn't that weird?

[ a;ldkjf ]

M-Maybe-- yeah, no-- yeah, l-little weird... heh...

[ What's not weird between them, really? Certainly not the way Jaune is whispering back, gently trying to clean Rapunzel's face without thinking of doing the thing HE CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT DOING-- ]

Unless you're suddenly a mind reader or something, which, might I add, wouldn't surprise me at this point? Not that I'd have a problem with that, I mean, it's not like I have anything to hide from you. You could totally poke around my mind if you'd like-- just look around, stay in it, just-- don't rearrange anything, y'know? It could mess up my entire foundation of memories. A butterfly effect! Why do they even call it that? --no, wait, no. It's, dominoes. The domino effect. Yeah, that's-- I don't get the butterfly metaphor. Don't they already have a metaphor to themselves? Like, when someone feels like they have butterflies in their stomach. That's kinda like--

[ oh yeah, NERVOUS RAMBLE ALERT ]

[ Love tends to make people nervous.

Rapunzel has gone back to smiling, this time nodding slowly along with Jaune, as well, and giggling stupidly when he fumbles for the next word.

Leave it to an overachiever to fill in the blanks: ] ...Kinda like how I feel right now.

[ Since he's touching her face, Jaune will notice an abrupt fever as heat rushes to her cheeks. Though he might miss the fact that both her hands are holding his face now instead of whatever the hell she was doing with them before. Or the way she pushes up a little on her toes. He could easily miss those things. Impossible to miss is the weird(er) way she's whispering back to his whisper-back. Starting with ]

Hey.

Let's do another experiment... Okay? Right now. I want to see if you can read my mind. I want you– I want to see if you can guess what I'm thinking about right now.

Deal?

[ Once again, this is one of those scenarios in which Jaune's body knows more what to do than his conscious mind. One hand cupping her cheek while the other slides down to the side of her neck, Jaune helps close the distance between them by whispering directly into her mouth, their lips are grazing at this point. This Is Fine. ]

.......Deal.

[ ????? LOL HE FORGOT TO GUESS ]

[ NAH

After all, by doing what he did, technically, Jaune did guess! Or his body did, anyway.

Too well, maybe. This is the most deliberate contact they've ever had. She'd been expecting The Kiss to be maybe like the others: stolen in a moment between life and death, snatched from the arms of an accident or wedged between the beams of a burning building. She thought maybe they'd be sprinkled kisses, nervous and mindless and therefore inauthentic. That either she or Jaune (odds favour Jaune slightly, as in everything, good or ill) would land strategically on the other after falling from a great, though never fatal, fall and actually stay that way for more than three seconds. She'd thought that when they kissed for real it would be like the last time: an exhale of relief. An urge sated.

Thirst quenched. ]

[ First: this is not like their static electric Moment in front of the vending machines, all crackling tension and then sparks flying in a hundred directions.

That was the Moment when she realised with a funny start as Jaune embraced her ideas wholeheartedly and met them with his own crazy that the random person CERES had seen fit to wake her up next to was more than the random person CERES had seen fit to wake her up next to.

Who he was, exactly, she had no idea – not in the deeper sense, certainly, and barely at all in the literal sense. It was the moment she'd told herself it was okay to get to know him a little. Her life - their lives together - were official, if nothing else, and their partnership had not been a dream.

Jaune Arc was the blonde in the black who laughed at her jokes and put 100% effort into 50% of the things he did and told her after having only just met her that she was amazing.

They were friends. ]

[ Second: this is not like their first technical kiss either. Namely because she's fully conscious, totally disgusting, and way more badly injured than she'd been at the carnival, by which point she'd started to care about what Jaune thought of her, and so hadn't had to pretend to be more dazed than she was physically.

Weiss mocked her. Her co-workers shook their heads. Even the network always seemed to have something to say about Jaune and his endless, unwanted solicitations for more friends and more potential love interests and more opportunities to get his ass kicked. Why should she care about impressing him? That nut-buster? Sure, the guy's funny, but he's not really boyfriend material, is he?

Naturally the only thing she took away from the entire thing was that he was amazing too. What kind of guy goes out of his way to help someone he doesn't even know? What kind of guy do people lean on and laugh at and then assume everything about him is a joke (except, obviously, for the things about him that are a complete fucking joke, and which she will openly acknowledge)???

Apparently same kind of guy who makes himself into the ugliest glittering parrot prince ever in order to tell someone they're beautiful.

Not that he'd even succeeded much at that. TYPICAL JAUNE. He hadn't been at all ugly. ]

[ It's also not something she can shrug off as easily as their encounter in her apartment. The build-up is similar, as build-up often is: talking rapidly leads to stumbling, which leads to one or both of them embarrassing themselves, laughing it all off, and then settling into the easy rhythm of back-and-forth chatter (she'd never gotten around to showing him how to make that sandwich), occasional sniping, and banter.

The Moment he arrived at her door with flowers was the moment she knew he was screwed.

The Moment her hair lit up around them like the white gold core of a sun on her kitchen table was the moment she knew she was screwed.

Still, she'd tried her best to avoid him at school in the weeks leading up to then. Her first rule after the hooky incident was intended to prevent her from seeking him out if she didn't have the time and it lasted four days. Work, school, extracurriculars, friends, life – no matter how many interesting subjects in the wide, vast world she could find, none of them seemed nearly as interesting as Jaune.

Then she tried to tell herself that she would spend her lunch hour with a different group of friends every day - something she's still succeeding at, as far as all her friends save the alien ones more or less know each other already. Only somewhere along the line she'd started making ten minute text message chains with Jaune into twenty minute chains. Then thirty. Until all she'd done during lunch the day of their First Official Date was talk to her goddamn date.

He's a large part of why she'd gotten so good with technology so fast!

By the time his lips were on her face she'd forgotten all about being embarrassed and wanted nothing more than to stop him talking and touching her. Far from solving the problem, of course, kissing Jaune back made both of these things 1000x worse. After that they'd both been screwed together. ]

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LMAO YOU DUMBASS I TAGGED YOU YESTERDAY!

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done -- and CONGRATUFUCKINGLATIONS

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1/2

2/3 JK

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(1/drumroll i set even for "yes" on rng SHH)

(2/still rolling..........)

(3/still rolling..................)

(4/this is literally a fanfic)