[ Who do you think he is, he thinks... As he reassesses in his head and has to make sure that he makes a meatier salad than he had intended, his fingers petting at her as he thinks. It'll be fine, they have enough in the apartment right now, and Mydeimos won't mind at all.
[ She thinks he's a guy who only knows how to make rabbit food. ]
Is that okay?
[ It's markedly unusual for her to ask when he's probably come home to her already lounging on the couch or in a sunspot uninvited. She's mot even sure why she's asking... maybe because she actually does want to.
She tightens her hold just a smidge, telling on herself. ]
[ She's been told that before, and still ruined it every time. She'll try not to this time.
Cipher swallows the little sound of relief (and gratitude, and anxiety, and a billion other emotions she can't name) that tries to escape her, but does nothing to quiet the purr that rolls from her chest. ]
Sappy. Yuck.
[ She returns to her original position, with her cheek resting on Phainon's chest. ]
[ The purr is sweet, and very endearing. Phainon has to do his best not to get too soft about it, knowing the edge that’ll bring back to Cipher. Instead, he squeezes her a little tighter, his one arm still comfortably looped around her as the other stays in her hair.
After all these lifetimes and all those cycles…
Has he ever embraced her before now…?
It makes him swallow. ]
You can take my bed, and I’ll have the sofa. It’ll be no problem.
[ And, maybe it's this place that compels her to do what she does next, because she normally wouldn't: Cipher leans up and kisses Phainon's cheek. Just his cheek, nowhere near his lips, but it's still more affectionate than she's ever been with him before.
Then she pats the same spot and pulls off. Nothing happened. Nothing at all. ]
He thinks back over his lifetimes, the cycles that haunt his every waking step, trying to remember if he and Cipher were anything like this before. It's hard to parse through them all, to ignore the cries of loss and the deaths of his friends, but... He doesn't think so.
It makes him blink, but then he smiles, nodding his head. ]
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Date: 2026-02-02 09:16 pm (UTC)[ Who do you think he is, he thinks... As he reassesses in his head and has to make sure that he makes a meatier salad than he had intended, his fingers petting at her as he thinks. It'll be fine, they have enough in the apartment right now, and Mydeimos won't mind at all.
He'll just complain about the food.
Leaning back a little, he laughs softly. ]
Do you want to stay over?
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Date: 2026-02-02 09:34 pm (UTC)Is that okay?
[ It's markedly unusual for her to ask when he's probably come home to her already lounging on the couch or in a sunspot uninvited. She's mot even sure why she's asking... maybe because she actually does want to.
She tightens her hold just a smidge, telling on herself. ]
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Date: 2026-02-02 09:36 pm (UTC)Yes, of course.
[ Phainon holds her a little closer, leaning down again to touch his face to her hair. ]
Wherever I am, Cipher, you will always be most welcome at my side and in my home.
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Date: 2026-02-02 10:15 pm (UTC)Cipher swallows the little sound of relief (and gratitude, and anxiety, and a billion other emotions she can't name) that tries to escape her, but does nothing to quiet the purr that rolls from her chest. ]
Sappy. Yuck.
[ She returns to her original position, with her cheek resting on Phainon's chest. ]
But thanks.
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Date: 2026-02-02 10:33 pm (UTC)After all these lifetimes and all those cycles…
Has he ever embraced her before now…?
It makes him swallow. ]
You can take my bed, and I’ll have the sofa. It’ll be no problem.
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Date: 2026-02-03 12:05 am (UTC)Cipher snorts. ]
We've seen each other's boobs. We can sleep in the same bed.
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Date: 2026-02-03 07:50 am (UTC)[ It’s not worth the argument. Shaking his head, he squeezes her again. ]
Fine. But I’ll be the big spoon.
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Date: 2026-02-16 04:12 am (UTC)[ And, maybe it's this place that compels her to do what she does next, because she normally wouldn't: Cipher leans up and kisses Phainon's cheek. Just his cheek, nowhere near his lips, but it's still more affectionate than she's ever been with him before.
Then she pats the same spot and pulls off. Nothing happened. Nothing at all. ]
Now let's see what you can do in the kitchen!
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Date: 2026-02-16 10:00 am (UTC)He thinks back over his lifetimes, the cycles that haunt his every waking step, trying to remember if he and Cipher were anything like this before. It's hard to parse through them all, to ignore the cries of loss and the deaths of his friends, but... He doesn't think so.
It makes him blink, but then he smiles, nodding his head. ]
I think we have some fish that we could use.