[ When Assassin approaches people like this, they don't cower or hesitate, but that's because he doesn't tell them what to expect. They don't know the man behind the name or the soul behind the face. Maki doesn't either, but she doesn't care about that. He can see it in her eyes; not a disregard for him as a person, but a disregard for coyness and consequences. He tells her he'll hurt her and she accepts it as if it's fact. As if there isn't another option. Pain is only natural. Why should it be? She just wants to learn how to make others happy.
They can't undo the ink under their skin or the blood that's stained it, but they can do better. She opens her mouth and he closes it with a kiss that moves in like slow flames licking porcelain, artful hands shaping their positions into perfection. If this is new, then she is not alone. He's not used to this either. He often gives in to unbridled passion, if at all. Instinct is what he is. Feeling is how he operates. Yet right now, as he leans forward and settles into the softer frame of her body, he knows this is best: fingers in her hair, the loss of breath, the heat of another being that might understand what it's like to follow without question. ]
What's your name? [ He gently sucks on her lower lip. ] You make people happier when you say their names.
[Maki tries her best to follow by instinct; but these are a set of motions she's never gone through. More than following, it feels as though she's allowing herself to be swept along. Yet she commits to memory several small things, like the ways in which his lips move, what pressure he asserts, and the path his fingers take through her hair. She hones in on the way her chest gets tight when that breathless feeling sinks in.
Her hands take root in the fabric just above his waist, anchoring herself to him. Insecurity lingers in the shadow of this slow pace, where she finds no fault in his own actions, yet knows that her own can be easily measured and scrutinized. Even in doing what she knows best, she'd had to face failure once. Not failing wasn't the goal though. Only just succeeding wasn't good enough now. Feeble results wouldn't do.
But that means that just letting herself be lead along wouldn't be enough. She'll have to do better than that.]
I don't remember you telling me yours. [It's pointed, but it lacks any of the real sharpness she's capable of. She doesn't apply pressure. Rather she stares at him with searing red eyes that want him to know that she's very well aware.] ...Maki Harukawa.
[ It escapes his lips like a wisp of smoke, yet she might find the nudge of his forehead more intimate.
His name? If she is familiar with the Chinese classes, maybe she would know who he is. He doesn't expect her to. Even if she did, he knows she wouldn't care to remember his name out of all 108 Stars of Destiny. Still, when he understands what she is—
When two people such as themselves are like this, bodies entwined and distance an absolute zero, he wants her to say it. ]
Call me Yan Qing.
[ Jade eyes lock onto hers as his thumb traces the curve of her cheek. ]
Don't tell anyone I told you, [ because a Servant's True Name is an enemy's greatest weapon. ] but that's the name that makes me happiest.
Now kiss me. [ Another suck, another gasp. ] And don't stop.
[No one had ever said her name like that; a way that made her breath hitch and her knees weak. It barely lasts two seconds, yet the effect lingers dangerously. She'd thought names and such couldn't possibly bear any real importance. She was... wrong.
It makes her want to hear his more.
There are two things that Maki knows. First, that his name is Chinese. Second, that it's important. More than one reason exists for such secrecy. She'd come face to face with them several times in her life. The reason doesn't matter. It matters that she knows-- that she was let in, allowed to come in contact with this intimate part of himself.]
Yan Qing...
[Her voice treats the foreign name like a magnificent work of art, unique and beautiful. It's soft, softer than she has any right to be.
The grip on his clothes loosens and her right hand comes up to brush against the side of his face, tracing the curve of his jaw. As it slid to the back of his head, she pushed herself up on the balls of her feet and rekindled the kiss. Arms loop around his neck. Gentle, where her kiss is an uncontrollable flame.
She's contained and suppressed the part of her that was most human for so long that when it comes out, it breaks out wildly. Maki has a long way to go if she ever hoped to restore that. But it was still there inside of her. It wasn't as dead as she liked to think.]
[The force that overcomes his lips brings a heat that spreads like wildfire, color blooming on his chest and core as she kisses him relentlessly. He doesn't know if he's her first, but she certainly makes him feel that way with the way she sweeps him into her passion. Her arms are around his shoulders and he brings her closer to his chest, hand pressing flat on his back so that she can feel his wild heartbeat. If she touches his face and says his name like that, he doesn't know if he can stop her from saying it any more than she should. Maki is flesh and blood, but he is only born from words on a page. The sound of his name is everything. Yet for both of them, he thinks, this is a confirmation of their humanity.]
Yeah, like that. [The taste of her lips leaves his mouth when he speaks, so he is quick to take it again between the catches of breath.] You're doing great, Maki.
[He moans into the kiss, and his hands start to wander down her curves. His body begins to roll into her hips, letting her feel what she's doing to him and the length of it.]
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nov 2018 ✦ intro ✦ maki
[ When Assassin approaches people like this, they don't cower or hesitate, but that's because he doesn't tell them what to expect. They don't know the man behind the name or the soul behind the face. Maki doesn't either, but she doesn't care about that. He can see it in her eyes; not a disregard for him as a person, but a disregard for coyness and consequences. He tells her he'll hurt her and she accepts it as if it's fact. As if there isn't another option. Pain is only natural. Why should it be? She just wants to learn how to make others happy.
They can't undo the ink under their skin or the blood that's stained it, but they can do better. She opens her mouth and he closes it with a kiss that moves in like slow flames licking porcelain, artful hands shaping their positions into perfection. If this is new, then she is not alone. He's not used to this either. He often gives in to unbridled passion, if at all. Instinct is what he is. Feeling is how he operates. Yet right now, as he leans forward and settles into the softer frame of her body, he knows this is best: fingers in her hair, the loss of breath, the heat of another being that might understand what it's like to follow without question. ]
What's your name? [ He gently sucks on her lower lip. ] You make people happier when you say their names.
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Her hands take root in the fabric just above his waist, anchoring herself to him. Insecurity lingers in the shadow of this slow pace, where she finds no fault in his own actions, yet knows that her own can be easily measured and scrutinized. Even in doing what she knows best, she'd had to face failure once. Not failing wasn't the goal though. Only just succeeding wasn't good enough now. Feeble results wouldn't do.
But that means that just letting herself be lead along wouldn't be enough. She'll have to do better than that.]
I don't remember you telling me yours. [It's pointed, but it lacks any of the real sharpness she's capable of. She doesn't apply pressure. Rather she stares at him with searing red eyes that want him to know that she's very well aware.] ...Maki Harukawa.
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[ It escapes his lips like a wisp of smoke, yet she might find the nudge of his forehead more intimate.
His name? If she is familiar with the Chinese classes, maybe she would know who he is. He doesn't expect her to. Even if she did, he knows she wouldn't care to remember his name out of all 108 Stars of Destiny. Still, when he understands what she is—
When two people such as themselves are like this, bodies entwined and distance an absolute zero, he wants her to say it. ]
Call me Yan Qing.
[ Jade eyes lock onto hers as his thumb traces the curve of her cheek. ]
Don't tell anyone I told you, [ because a Servant's True Name is an enemy's greatest weapon. ] but that's the name that makes me happiest.
Now kiss me. [ Another suck, another gasp. ] And don't stop.
[ Make him feel like he exists. ]
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It makes her want to hear his more.
There are two things that Maki knows. First, that his name is Chinese. Second, that it's important. More than one reason exists for such secrecy. She'd come face to face with them several times in her life. The reason doesn't matter. It matters that she knows-- that she was let in, allowed to come in contact with this intimate part of himself.]
Yan Qing...
[Her voice treats the foreign name like a magnificent work of art, unique and beautiful. It's soft, softer than she has any right to be.
The grip on his clothes loosens and her right hand comes up to brush against the side of his face, tracing the curve of his jaw. As it slid to the back of his head, she pushed herself up on the balls of her feet and rekindled the kiss. Arms loop around his neck. Gentle, where her kiss is an uncontrollable flame.
She's contained and suppressed the part of her that was most human for so long that when it comes out, it breaks out wildly. Maki has a long way to go if she ever hoped to restore that. But it was still there inside of her. It wasn't as dead as she liked to think.]
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Yeah, like that. [The taste of her lips leaves his mouth when he speaks, so he is quick to take it again between the catches of breath.] You're doing great, Maki.
[He moans into the kiss, and his hands start to wander down her curves. His body begins to roll into her hips, letting her feel what she's doing to him and the length of it.]
You're so good...