[ The door opens to Sunday, dressed down in a simple button up and slacks. He was tempted to dress up more but they're also... in his own apartment and there's no reason to do so order than propriety. So, he sticks with what he has. And he smiles when he sees Phainon, stepping back to let him inside. ]
It truly is a pleasure to see you once again, Mr. Phainon. I'm glad you asked to come over, I really did want some time to catch up with you.
[ He may not be the Trailblazer, may not have the same connection to Phainon as them, but he does want to build a bond with the other man regardless. After all, he knows it's not so likely once they go back home. ]
[ He notes the hypocrisy there, but he was raised to be polite, and he's not going to ignore those instincts just because he's in another world!
Instead, he walks into the apartment. It's not too different from the one he shares with Mydeimos, which makes sense, so he heads towards the kitchen to unpack, expression warm and content. He finds a lot of peace in cooking, especially when he can prepare food for other people. ]
Consider the entire evening hours, then. I'd like to get to know you better too.
[ Sunday will close the door behind him as Phainon steps into the apartment and follow him to the kitchen as well. His place is a large studio, pretty standard. And Sunday is fine with it at the moment, the space is enough for him. In the kitchen, he'll watch as Phainon pulls the groceries free and tries to see what type of dinner he's going to make based on the ingredients he spots. ]
That works for me. I apologize for not following up with you sooner after the ball, I suppose I just lost track of time. It's a little easy to do that here, I realize.
[ Both being hyperaware of yourself because of the nature of the reality TV but also not being able to bring yourself to let everything you do be seen. It's a strange sensation. ]
I'm still finding it hard to adjust to night and day. Keeping to a regular routine is much easier with a sunrise and sunset!
[ Phainon has done what he can to forget about the part where he is being watched at all times, looking at his ingredients. It'll be enough for a simple meal; some cooked meats, a salad, a small pair of cakes for a dessert. It's nothing particularly fancy, but it's home-cooked, which makes it better, right?
Shaking his head, he looks over to Sunday and smiles. ]
I'm not offended, if you were worried. We'll simply have to make more of an effort.
[ Ah, right. Okhema was perpetually in daylight, wasn't it? It must've been quite a shock for Phainon to settle somewhere with a day and night cycle, even if it's just for now. Sunday can't help but feel sympathetic towards him. ]
It certainly is. I can somewhat understand — Penacony did not have a structured day and night cycle either. There were some locations perpetually in nighttime, some perpetually in daybreak. What you ended up seeing would depend on where you went.
[ But right, back to this. He nods his head. ]
Yes, of course. I would love to spend more of my time with you. You're ... a kind man, I've discovered and I don't want to miss out on your warmth.
[ An effusive compliment, he knows, but he means it. ]
That sounds marvellous! I think I would like to see more worlds, once we're done here. Should our wishes come true, and we're sent back.
[ A world like Penacony, one that he has never really heard of before now, with different cycles of night and day... So many other worlds, and so many other stories to hear. It feels like a foolhardy thing to want, and it cannot compare to the only wish he has ever been able to make.
Turning, he looks at Sunday, expression settling into something warmer.
Friendships are hard for him to hold on to, with the memories that he has, and he does not want to lose this budding one. ]
Consider me at your service, in that case. I'll make your dinner whenever you'd like.
I truly hope you're able to, Phainon. I think you, of all people, deserve to have your wish come true.
[ Phainon's story, after all, was shared to Sunday by the Trailblazer. As I've Written is also something spread far and wide in the universe now. His story can't be lost into nothing, and Sunday knows how important it is for him to have his wish. ]
Ha... depending on how dinner goes tonight, I might end up taking you up on that offer quite a lot. I'm not much of a cook myself.
Me, of all people? I don't think of myself as anything special!
[ Blind, of course, to the publication of his life story, to the work the Trailblazer put in to sharing it, to ensuring that his world would be born. Phainon is stuck in Irontomb, hating himself. ]
I enjoy cooking, and I often make too much. It would be no trouble to share more with you.
[ Not that he considers himself any kind of true hero. Phainon is not the real Deliverer, for all that he might cling to the term; he is just... Phainon. Khaslana. A beast, burning in the flame of the sun.
Glancing over at Sunday, his smile widens a little, something softer on his face. ]
[ For a brief, wild moment, Sunday entertains the thought of kissing Phainon. Of course, they'd kissed before, at the ball but there were circumstances around that, weren't there? Alcohol and aphrodisiacs and the setting itself. But here, in Sunday's apartment, there's no real excuse for it other than Sunday's own desire thrumming through him.
He really should not.
So, he clears his throat for a moment and steps closer, not in an effort to kiss but in an effort to be useful. ]
Tell me how I can help. Let me be your sous chef tonight.
[ Sunday will go digging through Phainon's bag then, pulling out the seasonings that he enjoys so he can season the meat when they get there. He pulls out mostly savory seasonings, nothing too spicy, and when Phainon asks him about it — he gives a soft shake of his head. ]
I can't handle things that are too spicy. I love flavorful food but the spice overpowers it for me. What about you?
[ Oh. That is... close. Phainon is so close now that with a slight flutter, Sunday's wings brush across Phainon's cheek and causes Sunday to duck his head slightly, shy. ]
Of course, you got it.
[ And he will... pull the meat closer to start to season it, trying not to think of their proximity. ]
[ It's... Cute, the way his wings flutter, and Phainon doesn't move, allowing it to happen. What he actually does is lean in even more, peering at the seasoning as he goes.
[ It's so intimate, the closeness Phainon is showing him. He feels safe, tucked away against Phainon's chest like this, with him leaning in so closely. It's not bad, not bad at all. He swallows when Phainon pays him the compliment, rubbing the meat with oil and seasonings to make sure it takes and he blushes lightly.
Is this... should he flirt? Can he flirt? Does he even know how? ]
Well... if you should ever need use of them, do let me know. I'm at your service.
[ Phainon can feel the energy buzzing between them, a curl of desire and want, ready to be lit. It makes him smile, and he does what he feels is right, resting his chin on Sunday’s shoulder. ]
[ A fizzle of electricity shoots up Sunday's spine when Phainon rests his chin on his shoulder and he swallows, hard, nodding his head without hesitation. ]
I'd... like that. Yes. Please.
[ Sex, huh? Sex with Phainon... they kissed at the ball but that was different. This is a little more... intentional. But he can't say he doesn't want it. ]
[ It feels like forever to cook and eat their dinner.
Phainon can feel the kindling flame, the shared want that echoes in them both. They talk, content to share their experiences and discuss their life here, with an awareness of the destination. He even decides to abandon the dessert he had planned, gathering the plates and putting them aside before he goes to the sofa, Sunday’s hands in his own.
If allowed, he’ll pull the other man down onto his lap, eyes roaming his face. ]
[ He is most certainly allowed. The warm heat he's felt since they made dinner together, even as they talked over it, has only continued to grow and now his body nearly... aches for more with Phainon. To touch him. To kiss him. To fall into something together with him. His eyes keep lingering on Phainon's mouth and even now, as he's pulled into his lap, his face a little pink from the wine shared over dinner — his gaze drops down to his mouth again. ]
I want to kiss you, Phainon.
[ He wants so desperately to kiss the other man, and lose himself in it completely. ]
[ Phainon can’t help the fond smile that stretches over his face, nor the way his arms wrap around the other man’s waist, to draw him close. He can remember how it felt to kiss Sunday at the ball, soft and slow and a little hazy from the good wine. He thinks it’ll be similar here, with nothing and no one to disturb them.
Lifting his head, he smiles wider. ]
What is stopping you?
[ Leaning up, he kisses him gently, one hand gliding up his back to sink into Sunday’s hair and hold him in place. ]
[ Oh, the kiss is perfect. The kiss is exactly what he needed, what he craved ever since Phainon messaged him this afternoon. There's a soft, gentle sigh into it as he sinks into the kiss, his hands lifting up to curl his arms around Phainon's shoulders and grasp him gently.
Sweet lips pressed against sweet lips and Sunday opens his mouth gently in order to allow Phainon the access to deepen the kiss. The kiss transitions from something light and sweet to something deeper, a little more sensual, and definitely full of heat. Tongues sliding against each other, he chases after Phainon's lips with eager presses of his own and a soft, low moan into his mouth. ]
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It truly is a pleasure to see you once again, Mr. Phainon. I'm glad you asked to come over, I really did want some time to catch up with you.
[ He may not be the Trailblazer, may not have the same connection to Phainon as them, but he does want to build a bond with the other man regardless. After all, he knows it's not so likely once they go back home. ]
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[ He notes the hypocrisy there, but he was raised to be polite, and he's not going to ignore those instincts just because he's in another world!
Instead, he walks into the apartment. It's not too different from the one he shares with Mydeimos, which makes sense, so he heads towards the kitchen to unpack, expression warm and content. He finds a lot of peace in cooking, especially when he can prepare food for other people. ]
Consider the entire evening hours, then. I'd like to get to know you better too.
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That works for me. I apologize for not following up with you sooner after the ball, I suppose I just lost track of time. It's a little easy to do that here, I realize.
[ Both being hyperaware of yourself because of the nature of the reality TV but also not being able to bring yourself to let everything you do be seen. It's a strange sensation. ]
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[ Phainon has done what he can to forget about the part where he is being watched at all times, looking at his ingredients. It'll be enough for a simple meal; some cooked meats, a salad, a small pair of cakes for a dessert. It's nothing particularly fancy, but it's home-cooked, which makes it better, right?
Shaking his head, he looks over to Sunday and smiles. ]
I'm not offended, if you were worried. We'll simply have to make more of an effort.
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It certainly is. I can somewhat understand — Penacony did not have a structured day and night cycle either. There were some locations perpetually in nighttime, some perpetually in daybreak. What you ended up seeing would depend on where you went.
[ But right, back to this. He nods his head. ]
Yes, of course. I would love to spend more of my time with you. You're ... a kind man, I've discovered and I don't want to miss out on your warmth.
[ An effusive compliment, he knows, but he means it. ]
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[ A world like Penacony, one that he has never really heard of before now, with different cycles of night and day... So many other worlds, and so many other stories to hear. It feels like a foolhardy thing to want, and it cannot compare to the only wish he has ever been able to make.
Turning, he looks at Sunday, expression settling into something warmer.
Friendships are hard for him to hold on to, with the memories that he has, and he does not want to lose this budding one. ]
Consider me at your service, in that case. I'll make your dinner whenever you'd like.
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[ Phainon's story, after all, was shared to Sunday by the Trailblazer. As I've Written is also something spread far and wide in the universe now. His story can't be lost into nothing, and Sunday knows how important it is for him to have his wish. ]
Ha... depending on how dinner goes tonight, I might end up taking you up on that offer quite a lot. I'm not much of a cook myself.
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[ Blind, of course, to the publication of his life story, to the work the Trailblazer put in to sharing it, to ensuring that his world would be born. Phainon is stuck in Irontomb, hating himself. ]
I enjoy cooking, and I often make too much. It would be no trouble to share more with you.
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[ Just said quietly and contemplatively before he moves on, to the less dangerous topic of cooking. He laughs a little at Phainon's generosity. ]
Then, I will gladly have what you share. Starting with tonight. Thank you for coming over, once again. It really is nice to have your company.
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[ Not that he considers himself any kind of true hero. Phainon is not the real Deliverer, for all that he might cling to the term; he is just... Phainon. Khaslana. A beast, burning in the flame of the sun.
Glancing over at Sunday, his smile widens a little, something softer on his face. ]
I've enjoyed your company as well, Sunday.
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He really should not.
So, he clears his throat for a moment and steps closer, not in an effort to kiss but in an effort to be useful. ]
Tell me how I can help. Let me be your sous chef tonight.
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[ He motions to the different ingredients, most of them pre-cut and separated. Frowning, he looks across at them all before he nods at the meat. ]
Would you like to prepare the spices and seasoning?
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I would love to. Just tell me which ones to use and I'll get right to work.
[ In the meantime, he will wash his hands to prepare for seasoning the meat. ]
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[ Phainon leans against the counter, smiling, eyes flickering over Sunday. He can't help himself. ]
Do you enjoy spice?
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I can't handle things that are too spicy. I love flavorful food but the spice overpowers it for me. What about you?
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I'm probably somewhere the same, so a light seasoning is fine! I'd hate for you to have an uncomfortable meal.
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Of course, you got it.
[ And he will... pull the meat closer to start to season it, trying not to think of their proximity. ]
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Does he... ]
You have good hands, Sunday.
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Is this... should he flirt? Can he flirt? Does he even know how? ]
Well... if you should ever need use of them, do let me know. I'm at your service.
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[ Phainon can feel the energy buzzing between them, a curl of desire and want, ready to be lit. It makes him smile, and he does what he feels is right, resting his chin on Sunday’s shoulder. ]
Will you let me, after dinner?
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I'd... like that. Yes. Please.
[ Sex, huh? Sex with Phainon... they kissed at the ball but that was different. This is a little more... intentional. But he can't say he doesn't want it. ]
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[ It feels like forever to cook and eat their dinner.
Phainon can feel the kindling flame, the shared want that echoes in them both. They talk, content to share their experiences and discuss their life here, with an awareness of the destination. He even decides to abandon the dessert he had planned, gathering the plates and putting them aside before he goes to the sofa, Sunday’s hands in his own.
If allowed, he’ll pull the other man down onto his lap, eyes roaming his face. ]
What would you lik, Sunday?
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I want to kiss you, Phainon.
[ He wants so desperately to kiss the other man, and lose himself in it completely. ]
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Lifting his head, he smiles wider. ]
What is stopping you?
[ Leaning up, he kisses him gently, one hand gliding up his back to sink into Sunday’s hair and hold him in place. ]
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Sweet lips pressed against sweet lips and Sunday opens his mouth gently in order to allow Phainon the access to deepen the kiss. The kiss transitions from something light and sweet to something deeper, a little more sensual, and definitely full of heat. Tongues sliding against each other, he chases after Phainon's lips with eager presses of his own and a soft, low moan into his mouth. ]
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