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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.
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. ]