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like a house on fire
Title: like a house on fire
Fandom: Mogebox
Character(s): Ivlis, Yonaka
Pairing(s): Ivlis/Yonaka
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 900
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Different ways to help someone relax.
Notes: It's really hard to tag a RP with the same name as a game.
It’s hard, being Ivlis. It’s especially hard being Ivlis stuck in a small castle with a bunch of his enemies and with his only subordinate being Emalf. It’s hard and nobody understands.
Yonaka, at least, is sympathetic. He’ll never say that he needs the sympathy, but he doesn’t push her away when she starts talking to him, and with how frequently they run into each other he suspects she considers him a friend by now. He doesn’t correct her.
“You look tense,” she says, settling down beside him on his room’s bed. It’s one of the few places he can expect to have privacy, and one of the few places her brother won’t pop up mysteriously in the middle of their conversation.
He doesn’t like her brother much.
“Guess I am a little,” he says.
She’s silent for a few moments, clearly thinking, before saying, “I know how to give backrubs…?”
Ivlis turns to look at her. “You want to give me a massage?”
“I thought it’d be a nice thing to do. If you want me to, I mean,” she says, fidgeting.
He shrugs. Even that motion makes him feel sore. “If you’re offering, I’m not saying no.”
“Thanks,” Yonaka says, which is a pretty weird thing to say considering that she’s the one doing him a favor. “Wait here a second, okay? And take off your clothes.”
He hadn’t thought this far. “Even the scarf? I’m not taking off the scarf.”
“It’d make things difficult… I guess I could just get part of your back and not your shoulders.” She stands. “I’ll be right back.”
By the time she returns with lotion, pillows, and towels, he’s shed everything but his scarf, most of which is tucked under his chest to get it out of the way. He hasn’t gotten a massage in a long time: Rieta had wanted to learn how to give them, but those claws were not getting anywhere near his back, thank you.
Yonaka gives him pillows to lay on and towels to cover what she isn’t massaging. She rubs the lotion over her hands and starts massaging the bottom of his back.
He hadn’t known how tense he was until he was finally able to relax - it feels as though all the stress is draining out of him. Her hands are soft and the lotion is warm and he’s content to lie there and soak up the feeling of somebody else tending to him. Without being ordered, even. Somehow that makes it even better.
“How am I doing?” she asks.
“Pretty good,” he says. Can’t get too heavy on the praise. “Where’d you learn this?”
“Brother’s always stressed,” she answers, “so I picked it up while he was away.”
“Should’ve figured it was your brother,” he replies, shutting his eyes. “Too bad.”
Yonaka pauses for a moment before continuing to massage him. “What’s wrong with that?”
“Just that pretty much all the stuff you do is about your brother,” he says with a sigh. “You never shut up about him.”
“That’s not true,” she says, a note of annoyance coming into her voice. “He’s important to me, but he’s not my whole life. I’m giving this to you and not him, aren’t I?”
“Eh. It’s not my business, but he rubs me the wrong way.” Ivlis snorts at his unintentional pun.
She’s quiet for a moment more. “I’m glad. That you talk to me.”
He glances at her. “What’s with the change of subject?”
“I know friends aren’t really a thing devils do, but they’re something humans need. Even if you don’t feel the same way… you’re important to me.” She pulls her hands away and reaches for a towel. “I’m done now.”
...He feels oddly warm. It’s probably just from the massage. Still, it’s a pleasant feeling.
“...Thanks.” It’s not something he says often, and when she hears it her smile at him brightens.
“Anytime you need.”
“You look pretty tense,” Ivlis says, seated on her bed.
Yonaka nods. Her brother is more or less stable normally, but now and again something will upset him enough for him to revert to his more murderous personality. When that happens, she can’t help but feel as though it’s her fault.
Her bedroom isn’t always safe. But, if it has Ivlis in it, she doesn’t have to worry. He can handle anything that tries to come at him, and protecting her would be a lucky side effect of that.
“I guess I am a little,” she says, adding after a moment, “I wouldn’t ask you to give me a backrub, though, even if you knew how.” Ivlis’s claws aren’t meant for things like that.
Ivlis is quiet for a second, before abruptly pulling Yonaka to his chest. He’s warm, which doesn’t come as nearly as much of a surprise as him doing something like that at all.
“I-Ivlis?” she asks. He holds her closer in response. “What are you doing…?”
“Don’t get me wrong,” he mumbles. “I just don’t like owing anybody favors. And humans are supposed to like this sort of stuff.”
She shuts her eyes and presses her face into his coat. “...I like this sort of stuff with you.”
“Heh. Don’t get used to it, it’s a one time offer.” He strokes her back gently, and for a while they stay like that.
Yonaka doesn’t think any massage could be as relaxing.
Fandom: Mogebox
Character(s): Ivlis, Yonaka
Pairing(s): Ivlis/Yonaka
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 900
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Different ways to help someone relax.
Notes: It's really hard to tag a RP with the same name as a game.
It’s hard, being Ivlis. It’s especially hard being Ivlis stuck in a small castle with a bunch of his enemies and with his only subordinate being Emalf. It’s hard and nobody understands.
Yonaka, at least, is sympathetic. He’ll never say that he needs the sympathy, but he doesn’t push her away when she starts talking to him, and with how frequently they run into each other he suspects she considers him a friend by now. He doesn’t correct her.
“You look tense,” she says, settling down beside him on his room’s bed. It’s one of the few places he can expect to have privacy, and one of the few places her brother won’t pop up mysteriously in the middle of their conversation.
He doesn’t like her brother much.
“Guess I am a little,” he says.
She’s silent for a few moments, clearly thinking, before saying, “I know how to give backrubs…?”
Ivlis turns to look at her. “You want to give me a massage?”
“I thought it’d be a nice thing to do. If you want me to, I mean,” she says, fidgeting.
He shrugs. Even that motion makes him feel sore. “If you’re offering, I’m not saying no.”
“Thanks,” Yonaka says, which is a pretty weird thing to say considering that she’s the one doing him a favor. “Wait here a second, okay? And take off your clothes.”
He hadn’t thought this far. “Even the scarf? I’m not taking off the scarf.”
“It’d make things difficult… I guess I could just get part of your back and not your shoulders.” She stands. “I’ll be right back.”
By the time she returns with lotion, pillows, and towels, he’s shed everything but his scarf, most of which is tucked under his chest to get it out of the way. He hasn’t gotten a massage in a long time: Rieta had wanted to learn how to give them, but those claws were not getting anywhere near his back, thank you.
Yonaka gives him pillows to lay on and towels to cover what she isn’t massaging. She rubs the lotion over her hands and starts massaging the bottom of his back.
He hadn’t known how tense he was until he was finally able to relax - it feels as though all the stress is draining out of him. Her hands are soft and the lotion is warm and he’s content to lie there and soak up the feeling of somebody else tending to him. Without being ordered, even. Somehow that makes it even better.
“How am I doing?” she asks.
“Pretty good,” he says. Can’t get too heavy on the praise. “Where’d you learn this?”
“Brother’s always stressed,” she answers, “so I picked it up while he was away.”
“Should’ve figured it was your brother,” he replies, shutting his eyes. “Too bad.”
Yonaka pauses for a moment before continuing to massage him. “What’s wrong with that?”
“Just that pretty much all the stuff you do is about your brother,” he says with a sigh. “You never shut up about him.”
“That’s not true,” she says, a note of annoyance coming into her voice. “He’s important to me, but he’s not my whole life. I’m giving this to you and not him, aren’t I?”
“Eh. It’s not my business, but he rubs me the wrong way.” Ivlis snorts at his unintentional pun.
She’s quiet for a moment more. “I’m glad. That you talk to me.”
He glances at her. “What’s with the change of subject?”
“I know friends aren’t really a thing devils do, but they’re something humans need. Even if you don’t feel the same way… you’re important to me.” She pulls her hands away and reaches for a towel. “I’m done now.”
...He feels oddly warm. It’s probably just from the massage. Still, it’s a pleasant feeling.
“...Thanks.” It’s not something he says often, and when she hears it her smile at him brightens.
“Anytime you need.”
“You look pretty tense,” Ivlis says, seated on her bed.
Yonaka nods. Her brother is more or less stable normally, but now and again something will upset him enough for him to revert to his more murderous personality. When that happens, she can’t help but feel as though it’s her fault.
Her bedroom isn’t always safe. But, if it has Ivlis in it, she doesn’t have to worry. He can handle anything that tries to come at him, and protecting her would be a lucky side effect of that.
“I guess I am a little,” she says, adding after a moment, “I wouldn’t ask you to give me a backrub, though, even if you knew how.” Ivlis’s claws aren’t meant for things like that.
Ivlis is quiet for a second, before abruptly pulling Yonaka to his chest. He’s warm, which doesn’t come as nearly as much of a surprise as him doing something like that at all.
“I-Ivlis?” she asks. He holds her closer in response. “What are you doing…?”
“Don’t get me wrong,” he mumbles. “I just don’t like owing anybody favors. And humans are supposed to like this sort of stuff.”
She shuts her eyes and presses her face into his coat. “...I like this sort of stuff with you.”
“Heh. Don’t get used to it, it’s a one time offer.” He strokes her back gently, and for a while they stay like that.
Yonaka doesn’t think any massage could be as relaxing.