[ This was still so frightening, wasn't it? To look at Rook directly, to hand over that little box, to be standing in front of him like this...
Deep breath. You've got this. ]
You asked the other day about us training together, while I was under the influence of that potion I'd messed up on. I have a hard time knowing what you mean at times, whether you're serious or if you've some other intentions for the words you say. I want to work with you, to train by your side. To grow with you.
If you'll have me... [ Oh, the more he spoke, the more nervous he got. At the same time, the more fired up he got, the more ready to say all he had to say. ]
I want to learn more about you. As Rook Hunt, who you are as a mage, as a student, and as a person. As a friend, as a mentor, as another human being. I'm sorry for the way these feelings might've come out the other night. You deserve something more like this. Something genuine, from the heart. Not words brought on by impulse, by the more foolish parts of my mind.
[ With all that finally said, he clutches onto the front of his own shirt near his chest, his fingers curled there as if to help calm his nerves. ]
[Oh, his heart..... How is he supposed to handle this? There's no way he can be unmoved in the face of such courage, such passion, such purity..... Ahhhh, he's so proud of him! What a beautiful confession!
Just as he'd said--sometimes, even Rook struggles to find the right words, when his heart is too full. Sorry, Epel, but you're getting swept off your feet and twirled around with a delighted laugh. Does it look like he cares about the awkwardness the potion had caused?]
[ Epel exclaims as he's swept up, his hands quickly reaching for anything he can grab to steady himself in Rook's hold, ending up grasping his shoulders as he's spun. His face burns, he can feel it. His eyes are wide, and- ow. Rook was strong, unabashedly so when he was happy, wasn't he? ]
H-- Hey! Put me down--...!!
[ Another little exclamation, this one squeaked out, almost like a little startled mouse. Have mercy, he can only have so much bravery in one day...! ]
[ Okay, okay, light panic over. Epel takes in a short breath, huffing it out, before shaking his head. His hands stay settled against Rook's shoulders for now, steadying him there. ]
No, no, I don't think so...
[ ... Okay. So. He confessed, he showed his heart. What was next? Where do they go from here? Rook had yet to open that little box, but it didn't seem to matter all that much. His words had already been accepted, taken in.
He kinda forgot to ask about the 'what after' step, hadn't he? ]
Oh, good. That would be a terrible start, wouldn't it?
[Oh, he'd almost forgotten he was still holding that box, hadn't he? Rook's arms retreat from where they'd been wrapped around Epel's waist, bringing it back between them so they can both peek inside together. With Epel still holding onto him like this, it's even nice and cozy.....]
[Rook takes the apple out to hold up to the light and admire. The bright healthy gleam of its skin, the delicately carved petals, the clean lines that betray the confidence and skill needed for such clever and steady hands.... It really is something special, to see the beauty in the heart of even something so simple and seemingly mundane, and be able to bring it to life through talent and hard work.]
Oh..... it's beautiful! Thank you, Monsieur Pommette. But you know you have nothing to apologize for, don't you?
[ As Rook takes the apple out, Epel's hands finally pull back from his shoulders, settling back by his sides. He watches closely, almost with bated breath, hoping that it was enough to add to the not-so-little confession he'd offered Rook mere minutes before.
Nothing to apologize for? ]
It was my carelessness that... allowed for the situation that arose the other night to happen at all. You took care to ensure I was alright and instead of thanking you... I made you have the same disgusting taste in your mouth as me. That was a consequence only I should've been dealing with.
Heheheh..... Oh, Monsieur Pommette, there's no need to blame yourself. Almost everyone falls for that trick, didn't you know? Ask nearly any second or third year, and they'll probably be still be mad about it.
I'd say a bit of a foul taste was well worth it, personally. Why don't we share this? Oh--but we should take a picture, first! Art so lovely deserves to be remembered.
[Just give him a second to dig out his phone and ambush poor Epel for a group selfie--]
[ He'd love that. It's clear in the way he lights up, that cute little smile he flashes Rook. That is, until his phone is pulled out. He never knows how to pose for selfies. Must he?? Must he really?]
Wait why do I have to be in it? Can't you just take a picture of the apple and leave me out? C'mon...!
[ Ducking under and away, Epel moves over to plop down on the edge of his own bed, crossing his arms. No thank you...!!! If Rook wants a picture that bad, he's going to have to pull him in so he can't move.
Which, he doesn't suggest aloud, because he's half sure Rook's already going to try. ]
Now, now, there's no need to be shy! Why not take pride in the beautiful art you've created?
[Guess who's plopping down on the bed to throw an arm around Epel's shoulders for the picture? He's beaming, the beautiful carving is angled properly towards the camera, Epel is pulled in close against his side--perfect!]
[ In true Epel fashion, he's clearly still surprised by the sudden arm around his shoulders, his eyes widening and-- well, doesn't that picture look just adorable, with how Epel gazes at Rook, how he looks so bashful and surprised, pressed up against Rook's side.
There you go, Rook, have your picture. Not that Epel's happy about it!!
Really, Rook's lucky...! That...!!!! He didn't take it back! Or try to steal his phone to delete the photo. ]
[Oh, how precious. What a perfect photo! He'll treasure it for sure--and back it up, in case Epel gets the idea into his head later to try and delete it. Isn't it nice how he doesn't need to worry about the what next anymore?]
Au contraire, such skill and talent deserve to be celebrated! I'm confident in my own knifework, but I doubt I could manage such a feat--nor could anyone else I know, I suspect.
[Well..... maybe Silver? He's quite a formidable swordsman in his own right, isn't he? And one with far more patience and finesse than Sebek seems to have.]
[ A small offer, one made without hesitation, that shows just how genuine it is. The practice required would take weeks, months maybe... but with Rook's already existing knife skills, he might pick up on it easier than most could. ]
Or I could make more for you, when my family next sends more fruit my way. To share with you again... maybe.
Oh, learning sounds fun! Maybe I'll manage to make something for you too, eventually.
[It's only fair, right? If he's going to train Epel, Epel deserves to have the chance to be the expert sometimes, too. Isn't it nice to be able to share your talents and passions as a way of growing closer?]
[ With a nod in agreement, Epel carefully moves to lift the apple into his own hand. Leaning close to Rook, his chin tilted up towards him, he brings the apple to his lips. ]
C'mon, you have to take the first bite.
[ Pushy, pushy, now that he'd gotten through that little awkward confession he'd wanted to say, huh? ]
[ Epel can’t help but laugh at that comment, barely thinking through his response. ]
You’ll have to settle for me in the meantime, I guess. Might as well be hooked on all of Harveston’s finest goods.
[ With that little joke, he takes a bite himself, before offering it back to Rook. Once he swallows his bite, Epel seems to fully process the rather flirtatious joke he made, trying to hide the flush to his face by leaning in against Rook. ]
Ahahaha! I suppose I'll have to be, won't I? I hope you taste just as good.
[He certainly can't taste any worse than he did after drinking that potion, after all. Maybe don't look up from where you're hiding, Epel, you're going to see him eyeing you appraisingly.]
[ He’s about to comment, to say something else along the same lines, when he peeks up from his hiding spot. Those watchful eyes, looking him up and down, appraising him in such a hungry way. How is he supposed to keep his cheeks from burning?? To remember what he’d been about to say? ]
You… I’d say you should test it, but I just had some…
[ Can’t exactly test his taste when there’s the apple’s flavor rich on either of their tongues. ]
Unless you test it to the point where that flavor leaves my mouth.
[ Epel’s playing with fire and he knows it… a little. Halfway. ]
Mmmmm, should I? In that case, we'd better enjoy this to the fullest, first.
[Another bite, and Rook holds the apple up for Epel this time. How does Epel like the idea of anticipating being kissed senseless once they finish their little snack? He's already turned such a pretty shade of red.....]
[ Really, Epel should’ve expected a response like that. He stammers, unable to find the words to say anything coherent in response to that. Luckily, the offer of another bite distracts him long enough to dissipate the immediate flustered state. That doesn’t mean his face isn’t as red as the apple they’re sharing. Really, at this rate it would only be one or two more bites each before they finish.
The anticipation would have Epel squirming and shifting impatiently, but he’s trying to be so very good and proper. As much as he dislikes the rules, there were parts of them that he understood the reasoning behind by now. ]
… I think you should. What better way to learn what taste’ll hold you over while you wait for my family’s delivery?
[ He’s definitely flustered, but hey, he’s trying! How commendable. ]
[Is that a devious little smirk, seeing Epel floundering like this? Rook is clearly enjoying playing with Epel far too much while they finish their apple. Especially when he's doing such a good job clapping back!]
How true! I wonder, will you be just as sweet? Or perhaps you have a bit more bite to you.....
[ Poor sweet Epel, with his obvious embarrassment, the struggle to keep his reactions steady. His hands end up resting against his own knees, his fingers curling lightly against the fabric of his pants. His shoulders are tight, and it’s clear by the position that he’s flustered. He doesn’t want to wait, by this point. The anticipation is almost too much.
He can do this…! If Rook was going to have fun watching him stumble along, then he must give his senior a good show, right? ]
I might be more akin to a poisoned apple than this one. You might sink your teeth in and… realize all too late just how much of a bite I have.
[ Bringing one hand up to the back of Rook’s, he leads the other boy’s hand to Rook’s mouth, to lead him to take his final bite of the apple. At the same time, his body is turned to face Rook better, his opposite hand resting down against Rook’s thigh as if to keep himself steady. Just how much longer can Epel keep this up? … Not much. He’s used up almost all of his bravery for the day, obvious in the slight heaviness to his breathing, the redness of his face, the tension in his shoulders as he tries his best to not only match the energy but push it a few steps forward. ]
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Deep breath. You've got this. ]
You asked the other day about us training together, while I was under the influence of that potion I'd messed up on. I have a hard time knowing what you mean at times, whether you're serious or if you've some other intentions for the words you say. I want to work with you, to train by your side. To grow with you.
If you'll have me... [ Oh, the more he spoke, the more nervous he got. At the same time, the more fired up he got, the more ready to say all he had to say. ]
I want to learn more about you. As Rook Hunt, who you are as a mage, as a student, and as a person. As a friend, as a mentor, as another human being. I'm sorry for the way these feelings might've come out the other night. You deserve something more like this. Something genuine, from the heart. Not words brought on by impulse, by the more foolish parts of my mind.
[ With all that finally said, he clutches onto the front of his own shirt near his chest, his fingers curled there as if to help calm his nerves. ]
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Just as he'd said--sometimes, even Rook struggles to find the right words, when his heart is too full. Sorry, Epel, but you're getting swept off your feet and twirled around with a delighted laugh. Does it look like he cares about the awkwardness the potion had caused?]
I'd like nothing better!
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[ Epel exclaims as he's swept up, his hands quickly reaching for anything he can grab to steady himself in Rook's hold, ending up grasping his shoulders as he's spun. His face burns, he can feel it. His eyes are wide, and- ow. Rook was strong, unabashedly so when he was happy, wasn't he? ]
H-- Hey! Put me down--...!!
[ Another little exclamation, this one squeaked out, almost like a little startled mouse. Have mercy, he can only have so much bravery in one day...! ]
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[Rook laughs apologetically at Epel's squeak of protest, bending to set the poor thing back down on his feet.]
I didn't hurt you, did I?
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No, no, I don't think so...
[ ...
Okay. So. He confessed, he showed his heart. What was next? Where do they go from here? Rook had yet to open that little box, but it didn't seem to matter all that much. His words had already been accepted, taken in.
He kinda forgot to ask about the 'what after' step, hadn't he? ]
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[Oh, he'd almost forgotten he was still holding that box, hadn't he? Rook's arms retreat from where they'd been wrapped around Epel's waist, bringing it back between them so they can both peek inside together. With Epel still holding onto him like this, it's even nice and cozy.....]
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[ Inside the little box, is something of an art that Epel was known for: an apple carving, this one specifically in the shape of a rose. ]
That's... my apology.
[ A soft murmur, an explanation that's most likely unnecessary. ]
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[Rook takes the apple out to hold up to the light and admire. The bright healthy gleam of its skin, the delicately carved petals, the clean lines that betray the confidence and skill needed for such clever and steady hands.... It really is something special, to see the beauty in the heart of even something so simple and seemingly mundane, and be able to bring it to life through talent and hard work.]
Oh..... it's beautiful! Thank you, Monsieur Pommette. But you know you have nothing to apologize for, don't you?
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Nothing to apologize for? ]
It was my carelessness that... allowed for the situation that arose the other night to happen at all. You took care to ensure I was alright and instead of thanking you... I made you have the same disgusting taste in your mouth as me. That was a consequence only I should've been dealing with.
... Now you can have a much sweeter taste.
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I'd say a bit of a foul taste was well worth it, personally. Why don't we share this? Oh--but we should take a picture, first! Art so lovely deserves to be remembered.
[Just give him a second to dig out his phone and ambush poor Epel for a group selfie--]
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[ He'd love that. It's clear in the way he lights up, that cute little smile he flashes Rook. That is, until his phone is pulled out. He never knows how to pose for selfies. Must he?? Must he really? ]
Wait why do I have to be in it? Can't you just take a picture of the apple and leave me out? C'mon...!
[ Ducking under and away, Epel moves over to plop down on the edge of his own bed, crossing his arms. No thank you...!!! If Rook wants a picture that bad, he's going to have to pull him in so he can't move.
Which, he doesn't suggest aloud, because he's half sure Rook's already going to try. ]
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[Guess who's plopping down on the bed to throw an arm around Epel's shoulders for the picture? He's beaming, the beautiful carving is angled properly towards the camera, Epel is pulled in close against his side--perfect!]
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There you go, Rook, have your picture. Not that Epel's happy about it!!
Really, Rook's lucky...! That...!!!! He didn't take it back! Or try to steal his phone to delete the photo. ]
It isn't such a big deal.
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Au contraire, such skill and talent deserve to be celebrated! I'm confident in my own knifework, but I doubt I could manage such a feat--nor could anyone else I know, I suspect.
[Well..... maybe Silver? He's quite a formidable swordsman in his own right, isn't he? And one with far more patience and finesse than Sebek seems to have.]
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[ A small offer, one made without hesitation, that shows just how genuine it is. The practice required would take weeks, months maybe... but with Rook's already existing knife skills, he might pick up on it easier than most could. ]
Or I could make more for you, when my family next sends more fruit my way. To share with you again... maybe.
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[It's only fair, right? If he's going to train Epel, Epel deserves to have the chance to be the expert sometimes, too. Isn't it nice to be able to share your talents and passions as a way of growing closer?]
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C'mon, you have to take the first bite.
[ Pushy, pushy, now that he'd gotten through that little awkward confession he'd wanted to say, huh? ]
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[Adorable. Rook leans in to take a bite, licking his lips and humming in approval.]
Mmmm~ You're going to spoil me, you know. How will I ever be able to go back to normal apples after tasting Harveston's finest?
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You’ll have to settle for me in the meantime, I guess. Might as well be hooked on all of Harveston’s finest goods.
[ With that little joke, he takes a bite himself, before offering it back to Rook. Once he swallows his bite, Epel seems to fully process the rather flirtatious joke he made, trying to hide the flush to his face by leaning in against Rook. ]
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[He certainly can't taste any worse than he did after drinking that potion, after all. Maybe don't look up from where you're hiding, Epel, you're going to see him eyeing you appraisingly.]
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You… I’d say you should test it, but I just had some…
[ Can’t exactly test his taste when there’s the apple’s flavor rich on either of their tongues. ]
Unless you test it to the point where that flavor leaves my mouth.
[ Epel’s playing with fire and he knows it… a little. Halfway. ]
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[Another bite, and Rook holds the apple up for Epel this time. How does Epel like the idea of anticipating being kissed senseless once they finish their little snack? He's already turned such a pretty shade of red.....]
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The anticipation would have Epel squirming and shifting impatiently, but he’s trying to be so very good and proper. As much as he dislikes the rules, there were parts of them that he understood the reasoning behind by now. ]
… I think you should. What better way to learn what taste’ll hold you over while you wait for my family’s delivery?
[ He’s definitely flustered, but hey, he’s trying! How commendable. ]
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How true! I wonder, will you be just as sweet? Or perhaps you have a bit more bite to you.....
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He can do this…! If Rook was going to have fun watching him stumble along, then he must give his senior a good show, right? ]
I might be more akin to a poisoned apple than this one. You might sink your teeth in and… realize all too late just how much of a bite I have.
[ Bringing one hand up to the back of Rook’s, he leads the other boy’s hand to Rook’s mouth, to lead him to take his final bite of the apple. At the same time, his body is turned to face Rook better, his opposite hand resting down against Rook’s thigh as if to keep himself steady. Just how much longer can Epel keep this up? … Not much. He’s used up almost all of his bravery for the day, obvious in the slight heaviness to his breathing, the redness of his face, the tension in his shoulders as he tries his best to not only match the energy but push it a few steps forward. ]
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