[ Gil's mounting frustration with Chihaya has finally come to a head tonight.
She's kind, she's empathetic and she thinks of others, but she puts herself in danger knowing full well she doesn't have the same physical or magical capabilities everyone around her has. It's not the first time and knowing her for over a year now, it won't be the last.
In their shared household, whenever she comes home by the evening or vice-versa, he's fairly quick to greet her. Dinner is almost always ready or being put on by him. Tonight when she returns, he's quiet, trying not to poke the ball of anger in his throat and swallow it down, so he can focus on not burning the gratin he's preparing on the stove top while the oven preheats for the fish he's going to bake in a moment.
He hears her soft steps, head inclined for a moment, then redirected back to the stove top.
It's strange to think of the fleeting moments of intimacy he's had with her, even as he quietly seethes in the kitchen. When he had first met her, she was right on the nose about ill-omens in his life, but it had hit far too close to him.
He was so wary of her, but over time, fate kept bringing them together and now he can't imagine going so long without seeing her. It makes the base of his stomach tighten to think of her disappearing after so long of being trapped in this world together with so many others.
Maybe that's why he's been upset with her for rushing ahead like a fool to help people in the midst of danger. Maybe it reminds him of things from home he dwells on far too much for his own good.
[It's strange, having someone waiting for you at home. Chihaya has spent so much of her life alone, from childhood to now, and even when she lived with her parents it was strained. It is easy to give up a problem child if it means keeping your standing with other people. Gil certainly found it easy at first to hold her at a distance.
She had accepted that, of course.
Yet her desire to help, with her visions and fortunes and the omens that came to her, always seemed to override that. Everyone who has called her a friend has gotten these warnings, but Gil was always something special. In some ways it was inevitable that he would carve out a spot in her heart even if she didn't believe he could ever feel the same.
It's been a rough few weeks. There has been danger around every corner and while this on its own isn't a surprise, it is the sheer amount of it that is different than usual. She was never the bravest woman back home but living here has changed that. There are people to protect and help and all they have are each other. What started with her usual fortune telling changed to becoming more directly involved in the community. Now she finds herself navigating out with people much more powerful than she, determined to get more "hands on" in making sure some fortunes come true.
She's home now, luckily unharmed beyond a light bruise or two, and the relief she was feeling upon entering their shared space stops when she is greeted with silence. If Gil hadn't been there at all there would have been panic. But instead he stands at the stove, familiar and warm, even if his behavior says otherwise.]
Gil.
[Despite how odd the atmosphere is, the happiness in her voice still shines through. He hasn't said he doesn't want it (well, he hasn't said anything at all) but she slides up and presses a quick customary kiss to his cheek. It's one of her favorite things to do now whenever she sees him. Especially when dinner is in the works.]
[ He can sense her in his orbit, but he still isn't fully prepared for when Chihaya makes her way over and plants her soft lips to his face. He doesn't need to turn to face her to know she has to get on the tips of her toes to reach him each time. He doesn't need to face her to see the twinkle in her eyes that rarely ever seems to fade.
Chihaya is so kind and brave. It's no wonder she puts herself in danger, concerning herself with people who don't necessarily need her concern. Not when more than half of the people pulled into this blended reality have powers beyond even his own.
A heart so big and warm, like the sun he can't help but be drawn to.
He had shied away for so long. He's never deserved to feel the warmth of this light, not a lowly servant like himself.
Someone who is bound to another, who is torn from him while he's stuck in this world with the rest of these people. A servant with no purpose—
He doesn't deserve the privilege of this feeling at all.
Yet he still nurses that anger close to his chest, thinking about her out there and having him worry like that. ]
It's a creamy fish on potato gratin. The fish still has to be baked before it can be served.
[ He doesn't look at her, finishing up the gratin before he reaches for the bowl with the sliced pieces of fish, almost mechanical in movement. ]
... I'll let you know when it's done.
[ He typically smells of tobacco and smoke, but the scent is far stronger today. Might have been a whole pack of cigarettes day for him. ]
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PSL WHERE CHIHAYA GETS TO BONE MORE BEAUTIFUL SAD MEN
She's kind, she's empathetic and she thinks of others, but she puts herself in danger knowing full well she doesn't have the same physical or magical capabilities everyone around her has. It's not the first time and knowing her for over a year now, it won't be the last.
In their shared household, whenever she comes home by the evening or vice-versa, he's fairly quick to greet her. Dinner is almost always ready or being put on by him. Tonight when she returns, he's quiet, trying not to poke the ball of anger in his throat and swallow it down, so he can focus on not burning the gratin he's preparing on the stove top while the oven preheats for the fish he's going to bake in a moment.
He hears her soft steps, head inclined for a moment, then redirected back to the stove top.
It's strange to think of the fleeting moments of intimacy he's had with her, even as he quietly seethes in the kitchen. When he had first met her, she was right on the nose about ill-omens in his life, but it had hit far too close to him.
He was so wary of her, but over time, fate kept bringing them together and now he can't imagine going so long without seeing her. It makes the base of his stomach tighten to think of her disappearing after so long of being trapped in this world together with so many others.
Maybe that's why he's been upset with her for rushing ahead like a fool to help people in the midst of danger. Maybe it reminds him of things from home he dwells on far too much for his own good.
Of people he couldn't stop from leaving. ]
IT'S WHAT SHE DESERVES!!!
She had accepted that, of course.
Yet her desire to help, with her visions and fortunes and the omens that came to her, always seemed to override that. Everyone who has called her a friend has gotten these warnings, but Gil was always something special. In some ways it was inevitable that he would carve out a spot in her heart even if she didn't believe he could ever feel the same.
It's been a rough few weeks. There has been danger around every corner and while this on its own isn't a surprise, it is the sheer amount of it that is different than usual. She was never the bravest woman back home but living here has changed that. There are people to protect and help and all they have are each other. What started with her usual fortune telling changed to becoming more directly involved in the community. Now she finds herself navigating out with people much more powerful than she, determined to get more "hands on" in making sure some fortunes come true.
She's home now, luckily unharmed beyond a light bruise or two, and the relief she was feeling upon entering their shared space stops when she is greeted with silence. If Gil hadn't been there at all there would have been panic. But instead he stands at the stove, familiar and warm, even if his behavior says otherwise.]
Gil.
[Despite how odd the atmosphere is, the happiness in her voice still shines through. He hasn't said he doesn't want it (well, he hasn't said anything at all) but she slides up and presses a quick customary kiss to his cheek. It's one of her favorite things to do now whenever she sees him. Especially when dinner is in the works.]
What's on the menu for tonight?
YAY
Chihaya is so kind and brave. It's no wonder she puts herself in danger, concerning herself with people who don't necessarily need her concern. Not when more than half of the people pulled into this blended reality have powers beyond even his own.
A heart so big and warm, like the sun he can't help but be drawn to.
He had shied away for so long. He's never deserved to feel the warmth of this light, not a lowly servant like himself.
Someone who is bound to another, who is torn from him while he's stuck in this world with the rest of these people. A servant with no purpose—
He doesn't deserve the privilege of this feeling at all.
Yet he still nurses that anger close to his chest, thinking about her out there and having him worry like that. ]
It's a creamy fish on potato gratin. The fish still has to be baked before it can be served.
[ He doesn't look at her, finishing up the gratin before he reaches for the bowl with the sliced pieces of fish, almost mechanical in movement. ]
... I'll let you know when it's done.
[ He typically smells of tobacco and smoke, but the scent is far stronger today. Might have been a whole pack of cigarettes day for him. ]