Kisses. 🎲🫶
Kisses 🤝
You rolled 6! That's one gentle peck (not from a bird, I promise)
"We're leaving."
"We're wha- hey Zandik!"
You winced at how every student in the House of Daena turned towards you, their stares unforgiving in silent condemnation of the careless disturbance. Zandik merely huffed, light blue curls bouncing with the shake of his head; unbothered by the countless eyes on him.
How did he, loudly criticised at every gruelling step forward, carry himself with such an air of confidence?
Too late did you realise that the source of this contemplation stemmed from observing his gait, hips swaying lightly and shoulders pressed back as he walked away. Away from you. Right.
It was hardly satisfactory conduct in the opinions of your peers, too loudly shutting your books and stuffing everything haphazardly into a bag. It didn't matter, dew under the sun. They would talk regardless of what you did and how, such was the price for befriending an outlier.
Not that it mattered, not when Zandik's eyes lit up, drowning the stars in a crimson ocean while wild theories spilled from his sculpted lips. You caught up halfway to his preferred exit.
"What was that about? I wasn't done studying," you did your best to sound angry, ignoring the warm feeling of your palm against his shoulder, the uniform soft against your skin.
No doubt he was softer still underneath.
"And yet, you clearly have no qualms leaving prematurely, tagging along like a lost puppy" he sounded just a little smug, a tone you knew well enough to leave the bait alone.
"You specifically said that *we* were leaving."
"And you did as I said like..."
He raised his eyebrows, flashing you a sharp smile that had your heart fluttering. If there was one indisputable truth in this world, it would be how this man would one day be the death of you, of that you were certain. And as such, a scowl settled on your features, rolling your eyes before reluctantly completing his sentence.
"...a dog"
He chuckled slightly, relishing in another victory. It was comfortable, days spent attending classes, discussing what you'd each learned whenever your schedules would allow. Nothing was truly unattainable as long as he was by your side, your combined strengths blending seamlessly to form a reassuring net, always prepared to catch and cradle whoever should stumble along the way.
A brief brush of his lips against your forehead was enough to pull you back to the physical plane. The gesture set your veins ablaze, the stares burning into your back paling in comparison. He'd never done anything remarkably comparable in the presence of others. It tingled.
With his hand adorning your wrist, he led you outside in the direction of his dormitory.
"I had noticed you were beginning to lose focus anyway. And I have exciting news to share," his breathing came a little faster, "I will show you the details in my room. But I have made a breakthrough in my tinkering."
Without hesitation, your pace quickened to match his, hand shifting to allow your fingers to entangle. Was he not so reliant on time ever moving forward, a prayer to relive this uncomplicated moment forever would've already left your lips.
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You know what? I get Maverick isn’t used to people taking care of him and shit but you think Iceman is any better? If anything I think he’s insanely worse because he’s way better at hiding it than Mav. Maverick? Open book. Terrible at hiding shit like it’s obnoxiously obvious and he’ll argue with you about not being hurt or anything. When he knows he’s lost he’ll just be all like “Look at the wires and shit coming out of that bird over there! It’s a government agent!” And then sprints away when you look behind you.
Tom “Iceman” Kazansky’s mask is so well built that you’ll literally never know. He’s such an insanely good actor like send him to Juilliard. And if you witness something no you didn’t because this man is the king of all gaslighters. You think he’s sick? No he’s not. He’ll just look at you with a bored expression and an eyebrow raised. He’ll fucking dislocate his shoulder for like the millionth time and pop that bitch back in before anyone is able to say a word. Then he’ll have the audacity to pretend it never happened like what the actual fuck dude! You dislocated your shoulder? And he’ll just be like what are you talking about. It’ll just continue like that until you’re literally having an existential crisis.
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