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MEME FOR PRESIDENT! [11. What Is This I Don't Even]
Author:novel_machinist
Story:Kizier/Tharii
Characters: Gabe and Sento
Prompt/Challenge:Vote Meme! [11. What Is This I Don't Even]
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 548
Warnings: None, really. There's some cursing
Notes: Gabe's point of view now, for the rest of their very awkward dinner conversation. For the newer folks, you can follow along one, two, three, four, five, six
"No one would dare."
The words left Sento's perfectly shaped mouth with a self-assured tone that clipped off with a deadly sharp threat. Gabriel swallowed down a sudden and somewhat unwelcome surge of desire.
Gabriel was still afraid, he was still worried, and he was on some level, still angry at the whole situation. This was a responsibility that he didn't want. He didn't want to feel like he was aching to touch Sento, it was pathetic. He'd never longed for every detail of someone's life like this. He'd never needed to be close to someone like this.
Great, he was attracted to homicidal protectiveness. There was honestly no explanation for that, he had a normal family, a great upbringing in a modest home just off the coast. There was nothing traumatic in his past that would make him into anything like that. He chose instead to think that it was the power that he was attracted to.
That made more sense. Sento moved with a fluidity and grace that was captivating. He spoke and stood like he owned the world. He had a quiet sort of confidence about him and there was no denying the power that he wielded. That lead to Gabriel wondering what magic Sento could do, exactly.
He cleared his throat and waited till the waiter brought their drinks. "So, you said you'd tell me what you could do?" It was straight forward.
Sento nodded in response. "My magic leans slightly into fire." There was something else that he was hiding, Gabriel knew it.
"And?"
"And? Most people only do one thing, maybe two. We're not all like the Black Rabbit."
"And I know you're lying. No, I don't think you're some storybook villain. But I know you're hiding something."
Sento looked like he wanted to be offended at the accusation, but chuckled instead. "Mentalism."
"Meaning?"
Sento smiled and rested his chin in his hand as he leaned over the table. In the same moment, though both of Sento's hands were clearly visible, Gabriel felt one of them gently tuck his hair behind his ear, he could feel the hand slowly snake along the back of his neck. Then he felt it close into a fist, tight between knuckles.
"Enough of that." Gabriel would felt some pride in the evenness of his voice.. He took a deep breath when he could no longer feel Sento's mental hands running thru his hair. The air around the magic smelled of him, electric and tart with a hint of something musky like leather. "How much can you do?"
"I can lift a little more with magic than I can physically." Sento shrugged. "Sadly, it's not as useful as the stories make it out to be."
"I can think of about seven different things that it would be very useful for." None of them were for public use, of course.
Sento laughed. "I...am afraid that I must get back to the Estate. There's work to be done. Would you…" He obviously struggled with wording himself. His red eyes searched from side to side as he sorted thru thoughts.
"Are you trying to ask me to come with you?"
Dark brows furrowed.
"Are you?"
Sento sighed. "Would you like to come back to the Estate with me?"
"Of course."
novel_machinistStory:Kizier/Tharii
Characters: Gabe and Sento
Prompt/Challenge:Vote Meme! [11. What Is This I Don't Even]
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 548
Warnings: None, really. There's some cursing
Notes: Gabe's point of view now, for the rest of their very awkward dinner conversation. For the newer folks, you can follow along one, two, three, four, five, six
"No one would dare."
The words left Sento's perfectly shaped mouth with a self-assured tone that clipped off with a deadly sharp threat. Gabriel swallowed down a sudden and somewhat unwelcome surge of desire.
Gabriel was still afraid, he was still worried, and he was on some level, still angry at the whole situation. This was a responsibility that he didn't want. He didn't want to feel like he was aching to touch Sento, it was pathetic. He'd never longed for every detail of someone's life like this. He'd never needed to be close to someone like this.
Great, he was attracted to homicidal protectiveness. There was honestly no explanation for that, he had a normal family, a great upbringing in a modest home just off the coast. There was nothing traumatic in his past that would make him into anything like that. He chose instead to think that it was the power that he was attracted to.
That made more sense. Sento moved with a fluidity and grace that was captivating. He spoke and stood like he owned the world. He had a quiet sort of confidence about him and there was no denying the power that he wielded. That lead to Gabriel wondering what magic Sento could do, exactly.
He cleared his throat and waited till the waiter brought their drinks. "So, you said you'd tell me what you could do?" It was straight forward.
Sento nodded in response. "My magic leans slightly into fire." There was something else that he was hiding, Gabriel knew it.
"And?"
"And? Most people only do one thing, maybe two. We're not all like the Black Rabbit."
"And I know you're lying. No, I don't think you're some storybook villain. But I know you're hiding something."
Sento looked like he wanted to be offended at the accusation, but chuckled instead. "Mentalism."
"Meaning?"
Sento smiled and rested his chin in his hand as he leaned over the table. In the same moment, though both of Sento's hands were clearly visible, Gabriel felt one of them gently tuck his hair behind his ear, he could feel the hand slowly snake along the back of his neck. Then he felt it close into a fist, tight between knuckles.
"Enough of that." Gabriel would felt some pride in the evenness of his voice.. He took a deep breath when he could no longer feel Sento's mental hands running thru his hair. The air around the magic smelled of him, electric and tart with a hint of something musky like leather. "How much can you do?"
"I can lift a little more with magic than I can physically." Sento shrugged. "Sadly, it's not as useful as the stories make it out to be."
"I can think of about seven different things that it would be very useful for." None of them were for public use, of course.
Sento laughed. "I...am afraid that I must get back to the Estate. There's work to be done. Would you…" He obviously struggled with wording himself. His red eyes searched from side to side as he sorted thru thoughts.
"Are you trying to ask me to come with you?"
Dark brows furrowed.
"Are you?"
Sento sighed. "Would you like to come back to the Estate with me?"
"Of course."
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I love Gabriel's inner monologue, though. Mucho mas, por favor!
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Thanks for reading!
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Thanks for reading!
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I presume five of them are kinky, of course.
I really enjoyed seeing these two again, especially from Gabriel's PoV. He's got this clipped practicality about him that compliments well with Sento. HI SENTO PUN. And the description of the hair-petting was the bees' knees.
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<3 thank you!