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(CLOSED) VIVID & CHILL
Who: Rapunzel (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
luminarie) & Jaune Arc (beaconed)
When: IC: 6/8
Where: One of those weird ViViD arenas modelled after TheHunger 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.
luminarie) & Jaune Arc (beaconed)When: IC: 6/8
Where: One of those weird ViViD arenas modelled after The
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.
done
Oh yeah, gotta lick her fingers first. Better... do that. No prob!!!! Oh, hey, is that blood? ]
Is that blood?
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d o n e
[ Did she put his blood in her fucking mouth???????? ]
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...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.
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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. ]
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[ 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?
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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 ]
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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?
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.......Deal.
[ ????? LOL HE FORGOT TO GUESS ]
(1/drumroll i set even for "yes" on rng SHH)
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. ]
(2/still rolling..........)
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. ]
(3/still rolling..................)
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. ]
(4/this is literally a fanfic)
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. ]
(5/that drabble i wrote was shorter than this lmfao)
Now sometimes he even makes jokes himself! Vicious ones if he's comfortable enough. That's what she's learned: that Jaune is brave in a way you can't easily see at first, but that nevertheless, he's brave.
But it doesn't explain why when she hears him catch her witty retort, completely thoughtlessly (and return it without any hesitation but the kind you feel at the edge of something you can never take back), she's completely calm and not freaking out like the last time.
Knowing that Jaune is his own kind of suave and charming as fuck when he isn't fucking trying to charm so hard. Understanding without having to try that who he is is nervous and desperate to be loved and that that's okay, but he is not at all flawed and doesn't have to pretend with her–
She knows those things but they should make her more flustered not less when he responds to her.
Exactly the way she wanted him to.
Telling her without telling her the thing she can't say aloud. ]
(6/okay first roll is a 64)
She's so used to marking time in seasons that she'd lost track of them under Cerealia's continual sunshine.
...right???? ]
(7/idk why i split these tbh)
How could it have been so little time when every moment with him is simultaneously over before it begins and feels... kind of like forever? Like they've already known each other for ages.
After all, the odds are ten to zero. It's overdramatic. She feels absurd even putting it into words in her head so instead of responding to his closeness like she usually does, Rapunzel merely stands, stunned and frozen. ]
(8/8)
Really.
There's like a glitch in the game or something.
Everything goes silent except for the low, unexpectedly rough growl of Jaune's voice raking fingers down her spine the way his breath rakes against her lips and his hands against her neck set her on fire the way a rainbow combines every single shade on the visible spectrum to make the hottest fucking light of all: MOTHERFUCKING WHITE SUNLIGHT– ]
(9/lol jk WHO CARES WHITE GOLD IS HAPPENING SECOND ROLL WAS: 32)
She freezes because she’s fucking in love with him, duh.
The rest is true, though, and she only teeters at that irrevocable edge of giving in for a Moment. Their lips meet and holy fucking shit they’re kissing For Real For Real. As soon as she takes that shuddering inhale, expecting the answering exhale to clear her head of the desire to lean forward anymore or press back or carry on with things– ]
(10/10 aka the worst thing that could happen and the best thing ever)
Finally she's kissing him back. And there’s literally no time for her to feel scared or weirded out by how physically intense it is to touch him after having not touched anyone for an entire eighteen years of her life, even innocently. Warmly. Whole-heartedly.
There's no time to be anything but distracted when touching him feels this fucking good.
Except maybe nervous. But that's only because love tends to make one nervous. ]
1/??? -- i've seen some AC submissions that are shorter than your spam
One...
Who cares. They're somehow in the middle of something very profound here and Jaune doesn't even remember which one of them initiated it first. Rapunzel is reciprocating in any case, and so is Jaune to the best of his ability. It's not like this is their first encounter, right? They'll pull away any second now and go back to doing.... what...... what were they doing again?
Two...
--whoa, hang on! This isn't quite the same as all those other times, right? It would normally be an accident, or one catching the other off-guard, and then it would all be over by the two count.
Three...
Yang said that it's only official if the kiss is held for longer than three seconds. Not that Jaune would remember how to count at a time like this, but he sure as hell is going to try just to finally put it behind him.
Three...
Jaune's hands slide down further to Rapunzel's torso and he lifts her up. All 80 pounds of her. Like so. He almost stumbles back while doing so, but he manages to keep his balance while still maintaining the kiss, which is amazing because he could just as easily faint or vomit right now.
Three...
Jaune has to wonder if he can taste traces of his blood on her mouth, but he's not. ... He's not wondering, that is. He kind of forgot about that, just like he forgot to count apparently.
Three...??
Wait a fucking moment, they're definitely past three seconds by now, right?! Jaune opens his eyes, breaking their lock for a moment as he catches his breath, still holding her up. ]
2/comment #100 goes to...
[ yeah. ]
3/what DOES come after three...
[ Finally, now that... the entire sequence has sunk in, between the letter and where they are now, the thin invisible string of saliva that's hanging between their lips, Jaune tilts his head back further as he makes a face that Rapunzel probably has not seen before. ]
Ra-- it's com-- I-I can't-- haaaaAAAAA.....!!
4/get your mind out of the gutter
[ Yes. Yes he sneezed, because it's cold and they're in god damn Iceland?? It goes without saying that he bumps heads with Rapunzel mid-sneeze and finally buckles down on the ground with her. ]
5/5!
H-Heh... heheh...
[ And then, what starts with a light chuckle turns into euphoria for many reasons, but mainly because this is kind of exactly how they met, isn't it? ]
sorry still 10/10 (actually 1/?)
Done actually!
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