[ Revelry, noise and sound and light and people, people, people all around comfort her. They dilute the boundaries of the self she so fears and loathes and allows her to just be one of them. Moving bodies in the dark, intoxicated by alcohol and a certain vibe in the air. She polishes away her edges and oversimplifies: here she is just a woman too drunk for her own good, too loud, too cheerful, and she agrees to a dare to kiss a stranger because just now she dared a man to lick his best friend's neck.
All in good fun. Everyone thinks this is what everyone does at parties when everyone's only pretending.
It doesn't mean she can't, or won't, cheat, zeroing in on the company she arrived with. Ever the loner and the outsider, the poster body for the word stranger. Her steps are resolute, almost as if she means to pummel her with her bare fists instead of this, placing both hands on his cheek to keep him from escaping and going in with a kiss forceful enough to bruise. There's no grace to this, no tenderness, and there's only bitter alcohol on her lips.
Behind her, her newfound gaggle of friends cheer drunkenly before forgetting her name and her space amid their circle.
[ He watches her approach like she's on the warpath and he cannot tell if she's coming to tell him something or hit him.
She does neither, and he is mercifully not a young man that doesn't know what to do - even if yes, stiff-backed as he is, he doesn't shove her away. Surprised, and then he leans into her - as if he is just a man court off guard by a beautiful woman. She could not be more different than him, after all, she hummed like she was light itself.
Who wouldn't wish to hold that a moment, even as he feels her scrap against him like she wants to take bits of him out of his mouth. His hands slip to her waist, this side of decent, always, his head tilting into her with a soft exhale once he works through the surprise.
This definitely was not part of the mission - but that didn't matter did it.
When she lets go, his fingers trail goodbye, soft around her sides, where his head is ducked in a concession of his ridiculous height, he looks over her shoulder and dips his head like he means to kiss her again. But instead his breath tickles on her cheek. ]
[ Misato approaches anything like a war, militant, all in. Do and do it to the maximum, or don't. Win, there is no try. Those who see only her surfaces think her reckless and illogical when she is anything but. She has her plans worked out in her head in forms that words and numbers can't describe and she knows what to expect from others. From him.
So when her assault (is this anything but?) is met with hands on her waist instead of the expected rejection, her plans go awry and she is left with an empty stratagem. Starting again from scratch. The surprise shows a bit on her face, the moments it takes her to sort through the mess of thoughts and decide.
And what she decides to do is to drop her hand to his neck, palm against his Adam's apple, as she turns her head to kiss his cheek, uncharacteristically gentle. He didn't leave, step back, when he could. ]
[ He keeps his hands on her waist, and in that space, in that mix of loud music and cacophonous joining of people in a drunken muddle, his eyebrows raise at her words. If he admires anything of her, often enough, it's that she does attack. She doesn't back down from the things she has decided on it. She takes - and he is a swordsman, first and foremost to his core. He can appreciate anyone that takes the offence. ]
Should you not find a younger man to suit you better?
[ His thumb smooths back and forth against her side where his hands stay respectfully on her hips and not to stray a breadth more. ]
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All in good fun. Everyone thinks this is what everyone does at parties when everyone's only pretending.
It doesn't mean she can't, or won't, cheat, zeroing in on the company she arrived with. Ever the loner and the outsider, the poster body for the word stranger. Her steps are resolute, almost as if she means to pummel her with her bare fists instead of this, placing both hands on his cheek to keep him from escaping and going in with a kiss forceful enough to bruise. There's no grace to this, no tenderness, and there's only bitter alcohol on her lips.
Behind her, her newfound gaggle of friends cheer drunkenly before forgetting her name and her space amid their circle.
She stumbles back with a laugh. ]
They've looked away, right?
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She does neither, and he is mercifully not a young man that doesn't know what to do - even if yes, stiff-backed as he is, he doesn't shove her away. Surprised, and then he leans into her - as if he is just a man court off guard by a beautiful woman. She could not be more different than him, after all, she hummed like she was light itself.
Who wouldn't wish to hold that a moment, even as he feels her scrap against him like she wants to take bits of him out of his mouth. His hands slip to her waist, this side of decent, always, his head tilting into her with a soft exhale once he works through the surprise.
This definitely was not part of the mission - but that didn't matter did it.
When she lets go, his fingers trail goodbye, soft around her sides, where his head is ducked in a concession of his ridiculous height, he looks over her shoulder and dips his head like he means to kiss her again. But instead his breath tickles on her cheek. ]
They are.
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So when her assault (is this anything but?) is met with hands on her waist instead of the expected rejection, her plans go awry and she is left with an empty stratagem. Starting again from scratch. The surprise shows a bit on her face, the moments it takes her to sort through the mess of thoughts and decide.
And what she decides to do is to drop her hand to his neck, palm against his Adam's apple, as she turns her head to kiss his cheek, uncharacteristically gentle. He didn't leave, step back, when he could. ]
So I can't use them as an excuse, huh?
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Should you not find a younger man to suit you better?
[ His thumb smooths back and forth against her side where his hands stay respectfully on her hips and not to stray a breadth more. ]