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 I Hate When They Make You Cry, Tag: JIJI / KIMI
TAMATOA
THIRTY
Chrysopoeia
STORE MANAGER / FREELANCE COUNTERFEITER
PANSEXUAL
HE/HIM

played by AYODELE18 posts • prefers SHE/HER pronouns

Playtime for the young and rich

With designer drugs and designer friends

Jiang Li was the only person who had her own ringtone in his phone - and the only one he'd interrupt a date for. The girl - she was new assistant manager at the alternative apparel store he used to work at - was in the middle of this boring story about something he wasn't interested in anyway, so he held up a hand to stop her mid-sentence and answered the call. Jiang was crying and without a second glance to his date, he stood up and left the restaurant. He told her to meet him at his apartment, and once she arrived, he took one look at her and pulled her into a hug. He wasn't the most physically affectionate person - not even with his own family - but Jiang was the exception. "Jiji, I'm sorry," that she was crying, not that she and the piece of shit she called a boyfriend had broken up - since he'd always hated him. But he hated all of her boyfriends. He didn't see what she saw in any of them; none of them were good enough to her.

"Sit down," he kissed the side of her head before letting her go, walking with her into the living room (and through to the kitchen - which he hardly ever used, except for alcohol; he didn't cook), "I'll make you a drink." He pulled out a highball glass rimmed in gold (he'd bought a set of four at Mardi Gras) and made her a sex on the beach (he only kept the peach schnapps at the apartment for her), and brought it out to her. "Emily or whatever his name was," Seiko knew his name but he never called them by their names, "Is an idiot." And he looked like a goddamned hobo before Jiji changed his wardrobe - Seiko remembered not being impressed. He didn't even have a real job (that he remembered; honestly, he had no idea what he did). "You've always been better than him, smarter than him, more successful than him, more talented than him; you are the most beautiful person in New York... present company excluded," part of what drew him to her in college was that she was as attractive as he was - and then he grew to like her for her fashion sense and her personality. Who wasn't in love with her? She was practically the muse for New York Fashion Week.

Seiko faced her on the couch. "As far as I'm concerned, Emily can drop dead," or be run over by a Porsche, he was not as picky as people thought he was when it came to violence, "He peaked in his life the moment you gave him a second look." Who the hell needed him anyway? Jiji didn't. She had him - and he would never make her cry. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Tag: Jiji

we hate your ex-boyfriend, jiji.

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KIMI
quote
Georgette
Twenty-six
Levitation
Model
Heterosexual
She/her

played by Kimilicious12 posts • prefers She/ her pronouns
Look what you just made me do
The entire morning and most of the afternoon had been spent in a screaming match with Emmanuel, Manny, Jiang's boyfriend of the past six months. Well, now her ex-boyfriend, but that had been something she'd been actively fighting for over a week. She'd met Manny by chance and while she'd snubbed him at first, he'd pursued and of course, Jiang had fallen victim to his persistent charms. In the end though, as usual, she'd turned what could have been a fruitful relationship into a disaster with her constant need for attention, need for control and her mad jealousy. Jiang knew she had a problem, but in the heat of the moment it was just so hard to curb those emotions. Manny had been fighting her for weeks over it, but today had been the last of it. He'd been talking to another woman, some girl Jiang knew nothing about, and the conversation had just escalated. He'd broken up with her in no small terms and the next few hours were spent screaming at one another over it. She was sure it was going to be on social media somewhere, especially since the end of their argument had been out in front of her apartment. Dammit, why couldn't she just control herself?

In the end Manny had left and Jiang did the only thing she could. She called Seiko. He was on a date today, they'd been discussing it last night, but she had no one else. Jiang had a wide array of friends, but no one she could trust, no one except him. She'd almost talked herself out of calling, truthfully but in the end her own desires outweighed anything else. She knew Seiko would cater to her, knew he would come to her rescue and leave whoever he was with for her. He always did. Jiang would do the same for him, though to be fair she was almost always the one in crisis. Thankfully, Seiko didn't hold her breakdowns against her. He was always there to pick up the pieces.

By the time he answered she was crying again even though she hadn't wanted to be. She'd been crying for the past few hours, though she'd been screaming through the tears and now there was no more fight left in her. She was exhausted and all she wanted was to wrap her arms around someone who cared for her, someone who would tell her it would be alright. Seiko would do just that and as soon as he answered the phone and heard her choked sobs, he demanded she come to his apartment immediately. She'd agreed, already in an Uber to his place anyway. She'd known what he'd do and some part of her felt guilty. She always did this to him. One day he was going to tell her to beat it, just like all the rest.

He'd been waiting for her and when she arrived Seiko had swept her into his arms. She knew him not to be the most physically affectionate, but she had always been the exception. Jiang clung to him, his nickname for her on his lips as he apologized for her tears. She knew he wasn't sorry about the breakup, that wasn't his style. He'd hated Manny and was probably glad to see him go, though of course being her friend he also hated to see her tears.

He brushed a kiss to the side of her head, depositing her on the sofa in his living room. She'd kicked her shoes off at the door and now tucked her legs beneath her, wiping tears from her face with the heel of her hand. Seiko appeared again a few moments later, a colorful cocktail in hand. A ghost of a smile appeared on her face as she accepted the drink from him. "Thank you," she'd said softly as he sat beside her. He'd already come to her defense, acid on his tongue for Manny. She grinned a bit as he deliberately called him Emily instead, knowing he did it because he didn't respect the guy enough to even remember his name. Seiko laid on the compliments, reminding her that she was Manny's better in all things, telling her she was the most beautiful person in New York-- present company excluded. Jiang couldn't help it, she gave a little bark of laughter at his remark. Leave it to him to say something so fantastically vain and of course, leave it to her to allow him such vanity. They were two peas in a pod they were.

She took a sip from her drink, Seiko had put a straw in it of course, because he knew her all to well. She set it aside a moment later, just after he'd told her Manny could drop dead. She turned towards him, taking one of his hands in both of hers so she could pull it into her lap. She squeezed his hand, knowing everything he said to her he believed wholeheartedly. Seiko was so good to her. He was her prince, her hero in all things. She asked herself why there wasn't an us often, but then reminded herself that they were an us. It was... just different.

Do you want to talk about it?

She shook her head curtly. "No." Her answer was abrupt. She'd spent the whole day so far talking about it or rather, screaming about it. She was sure come later in the evening conversation would turn and she'd tell Seiko everything. She always did, she could keep nothing from the man beside her. Still, she was done with Manny for the moment, done thinking about him, done giving him any more of her time for now. "No, I just want to pretend I never met that ass hole." A pout was affixed to her face and though tears had welled up in her eyes, she dashed them from her face before they could fall. She took a breath and steeled herself, sitting up straighter, shoulders back. "He can go straight to hell. Him and his hideous open toed sandals and cargo shorts combo." She gave a bit of a grin, slumping forward somewhat afterwards. "Let's just... do something. Go somewhere. Or stay here or... or anything. Distract me, my favorite distraction," she said, one hand still clutching his in her lap as she raised the other to his face. Her fingers slid easily across the apple of his cheek, pinching his face softly, affectionately. She did so love his face.

SEIKO FUKASAWA
thanks evvie!
quote
TAMATOA
THIRTY
Chrysopoeia
STORE MANAGER / FREELANCE COUNTERFEITER
PANSEXUAL
HE/HIM

played by AYODELE18 posts • prefers SHE/HER pronouns

Playtime for the young and rich

With designer drugs and designer friends

Seiko smirked in response, but the amusement (at someone else's expense - especially someone he hated) was softened by his affection for her. He was glad she had ended things with what's-his-face; he wouldn't admit to being jealous, but he knew her better than her boyfriends did which was how he knew that none of them were worth a damn. Dragging people's shitty choice in clothing was one of his... it wasn't even a guilty pleasure, he did it all the time; and he was never sorry because he was always right. "I could choke him with one of those flip flops," he mused resentfully. Cargo shorts were the signature choice for bargain shoppers with no sense of style - and flipflops were not shoes. No one should be allowed to wear them outside of their own backyard. It was the worst part of summer: that and the tourists sporting backwards baseball caps and sunglasses.

Jiji didn't want to talk about her ex which was fine by him - and he smiled at her when she touched his face, interlacing his fingers with hers in her lap. She must have been crying all day but she still looked beautiful. No raccoon eyes, although he didn't think he would've minded that look on her (as compared to some people who looked haggard as hell - or like some reject from a bad superhero movie wearing a half-assed eye mask). He was thinking about that to distract himself from what he wanted to do; he wanted to kiss her. He'd never not been attracted to her but he and Jiji had never been together in that way, and less than a hour after her break-up was stupid. He knew that it was stupid. And admittedly, he didn't usually let logic interfere with his impulses because he was greedy and impatient - but Jiji was different. He actually liked her, not just the way she looked.

But it went without saying that he was better for her than anyone she'd dated - he knew what she liked (and what she didn't like - she was upfront about both which he loved about her because he was the same way), and he'd never make her cry. And they looked so good together. Seiko leaned forward carefully, into the touch of her hand, until their faces were very close together. "You are perfect," he said to her seriously, and kissed her mouth. It was short, his spiral piercing barely pressed her lip- so much for impulse control. And because he wasn't sure how she'd react - he decided to protect his (not inconsiderable) ego but letting go of her with a smirk; then he changed the subject, forced casual, "Come to Webster Hall with me tonight," it was a nightclub in the East Village, and tonight one of his favorite DJ's would be there. He had planned to take his date but this was better. And it might be good for her to be photographed going out, having a good time, with him instead of her ex (let that be all over Instagram).

But it didn't open until ten so they had a few hours. "Let's get dinner first," he still hadn't eaten, since he got up and left before the food arrived and he might've left his date with the bill. Maybe he'd take Jiji there instead, his date probably cleared out by now. "Then we'll go, cover's on me," it was thirty-five dollars per person but it was in Manhattan so that wasn't steep - and he liked the place, "We'll drink, you'll eviscerate some fratboys who think they have a chance with you, it'll be fun." Unfolding himself from the couch, Seiko stood up and gave her a once over, "You look great." She always looked good at his place. If she wanted to change, he'd take her by her place - but she didn't need to. "Me, I'm going to change this," the lip piercing, "You should see what I picked up today," He had bought this sterling silver lip ring with a chain that connected to his collar. He couldn't wear it at work but he could wear it out. "I want to-" know what you think. The only person whose opinion mattered (other than his own) was hers.

But he was cut off mid-sentence by his phone going off. An annoyed look crossed his face and Seiko fished out the phone from his pocket. He knew it wasn't an important call because the ringtone was standard and sure enough, the name ("Sydney" No Last Name) and number that flashed on the screen were the girl's from the restaurant. The one he ditched. And given that he had zero interest in calling her back (because she was not Jiji boring), he muted the ring and tossed the phone back on the couch.

Tag: Jiji

we hate your ex-boyfriend, jiji.

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KIMI
quote
Georgette
Twenty-six
Levitation
Model
Heterosexual
She/her

played by Kimilicious12 posts • prefers She/ her pronouns
Look what you just made me do
Jesus, he was beautiful. Years ago, when they had first met, Jiang had spied him on campus back at college. Even now she recalled the first moment she'd laid eyes on him, one of very few people she'd ever stopped to take a second look at and the only one to ever truly hold her attention ever afterwards. Their first meeting had been filled with snide comments, ruthless quips, but she'd walked away grinning and they'd seen each other nearly every day afterwards. These days they'd turned their savagery on the world; they were better together than apart, better to be two against the world than alone. There was no one else Jiang would have chosen as her partner in crime, as her most constant companion, but even so there was doubt laced deep in her. Faced with someone who saw her as who she truly was, for all her flaws and weaknesses, she wasn't sure if Seiko would ever see her as his equal. He was always so poised and perfect and her world was always a mess of chaos. No one knew that but him of course, she was very good at keeping most of her personal life personal save, of course, her terrible string of relationship blunders. More often than not she was beginning to think perhaps she sabotaged her relationships herself. Not on purpose of course, but even as she'd gone through Manny's phone records, spied on him while she'd told him she was away, and sifted through his social media accounts, she'd told herself she was going too far. Jiang was always searching, always inventing reasons as to why her significant others weren't enough. They didn't pay enough attention to her, weren't there when she needed them, weren't wearing the right thing, weren't saying the right thing. Was it always there fault? No. She was about as high maintenance as they came, demanding more than any sane person could ever give. Somehow she was always out to prove they weren't good enough, though it didn't stop her from trying to find someone that was even if she knew the only one that was currently sat right here beside her.

A soft laugh escaped her as Seiko spoke of choking Manny with a flipflop. There was a sight she'd have loved to see. That image was wiped from her mind though as Seiko leaned forward, his face so close to her own that her breath hitched in her throat. She feigned butterflies often enough, the coy smile, the flirtatious batting of her eyelashes, but no one had the affect on her that he did. You are perfect. The way he said those words, he made her believe them. She believed them because he said it as if it were a well known fact. The sky is blue, the grass is green and Jiang is perfect. Before meeting him she'd have never thought another person in the world could match her ego for ego, stride for stride, but she and Seiko were made of the very same stardust it felt.

It was then that he kissed her. Seiko had never kissed her before, though there had been moments that they'd come close. Neither of them were good with impulse control, but their friendship was something that each cherished in their own way. To allow what they had to evolve into something more well, Jiang would be lying to herself if she didn't admit that was something she'd daydreamed of often. Still, her track record with relationships was awful and when it came to him, she couldn't afford to fuck up. Seiko was the only person she'd ever met that could take every aspect of her and still came back for more. To add a sexual relationship to that, to add love to that, was that even an option? Could she handle something like that without letting it shatter?

She'd hardly reacted at all, but she hadn't pulled away. Seiko was on his feet a moment later, a smirk on his face as he changed the subject on a dime. Jiang brought her fingertips to her lips, the barest feeling of his kiss still lingering. He told her to come with him out to a nightclub with him tonight and she was already nodding. She'd go anywhere with him, of course. Their taste ran similarly in almost all things, music and clubs included. A smile came across her face, all but erasing the surprise that had colored it a moment earlier. He'd kissed her once and hadn't yet spoken of regret. He'd kiss her again and next time she wouldn't let him go. "Yes. Yes, of course." she was getting to her feet once more, laughing as he narrated exactly how the night would go. He did so love to watch her shun the lesser class. He took a look at her, informing her that she looked great and she batted her eyelashes with another smile. Of course she looked great, she always did. Even as she'd prepared to scream at Manny all afternoon, she'd ensured she was put together to do so. Waterproof mascara had been a must and she'd straightened her hair instead of curling it so it wouldn't be a disaster after all the flailing and ruckus. She'd absolutely known the argument would spill out in front of the apartment, when Jiang was on she was like a dog with a bone, she couldn't let go and she'd screamed at him until he'd heard everything she'd had to say. She'd looked absolutely fabulous while doing so, too.

Seiko had begun to speak, telling her about something he'd picked up today. She was excited to see what it was, he always found the most interesting things between the boutiques and the pawn shop. Jiang was absolutely a snob and she knew it, but beauty was beauty no matter the cost. Sometimes a diamond in the rough was found in the strangest of places and just because it didn't say Gucci or Chanel on it didn't mean it was worthless to her. His phone rang then, cutting him off mid-sentence. Annoyance crossed Seiko's features as he dug it out, looking at the caller ID. Jiang was a nosy thing and before he'd tossed it, she'd caught sight of the name on it. Sydney. Ah, his dinner date that wasn't. Jealousy welled in the pit of her stomach, but of course she reminded herself that he was here with her and not at some restaurant engaged in boring conversation with someone else. She chose her words carefully rather than blurting out something sideways she would regret later. After all, never once had Seiko put someone else above her and right now, in this moment, that was as clear as day. She made a face, one that clearly said she wanted to say something nasty about the woman who had called, but she was reeling it in. "Someone clinging to your coattails?" she asked innocently, sliding up beside him as she tangled her fingers with his. She didn't intend to let him leave the room without her, if he was going to change she would be there to comment on whatever wardrobe choices he made. They'd all be perfect of course, but like herself she knew he loved to preen. Hearing how perfect you were never got old.

SEIKO FUKASAWA
thanks evvie!
quote
TAMATOA
THIRTY
Chrysopoeia
STORE MANAGER / FREELANCE COUNTERFEITER
PANSEXUAL
HE/HIM

played by AYODELE18 posts • prefers SHE/HER pronouns

Playtime for the young and rich

With designer drugs and designer friends

Seiko didn't linger on the kiss; it didn't last long enough for him to taste anything, and while she didn't pull away from him, she didn't respond to it either. He didn't mind taking her by surprise but he did not handle rejection well (he told himself this was because it so rarely happened, and even when it did, not with someone he genuinely cared about since he could count on one hand the number of people who mattered to him). And he didn't want to know if she didn't want him. She was too important to him.

Seiko had never dated anyone for six months. The longest relationship he had was with Jiji and it was the only one that wasn't about sex. That's what he looked for; someone attractive enough to sleep with. And because he didn't care about personality - he could pretend to be interested in anything long enough to get his partners in bed - sometimes he ended up in the most boring situations. He didn't mind that Jiji saw the display and he arched a brow in response to what she said (and what she didn't say). "You'd think they'd take a hint when we get up and leave - but they never do," he replied wryly, "She was boring." Sitting through that dinner was making him work too hard for what he wanted which was... a distraction.

It was one of his patterns, especially once Jiji hit the three month mark with a guy. It wasn't jealousy. Jealousy was the look on their faces the first time they met her - saw her in person, no instagram filter. No one could compete with her. He loved it. Seiko led her out of the living room and down the hallway to his bedroom. It wasn't the first time she'd seen it; he had a lot of clothes, a lot of jewelry, full-length mirrors, magazines, and a computer. There was one frame for pictures - one of those large ones with several cut-out rectangles for up to ten pictures to display. He didn't put out baby pictures, or family pictures, but he had ones of himself - and of Jiji, and of them together. He flicked on the light and raised her hand to his mouth, kissing one of her knuckles before letting go of her hand.

Seiko took a step back to get a better look at what she was wearing and then pulled off his white shirt, tossing it on the bed. He ran his fingers over a dozen hangers before he settled on the jacket. It was black velvet with a white peacock design on the right, and modified on the left shoulder with black spikes. He slid it on without the shirt because that wasn't what he wanted her to see. He reached for the velvet box on the dresser, unfastened the spiral piercing from his lip, dropped it into the silver tray where he kept most of his studs, and pulled the silver chain out of the box.

"Will you help me?" He didn't like to ask for help and he didn't - technically - need help. He could've done this himself in front of the mirror, but he wanted an excuse to be close to her. She hadn't pulled away from him and he knew she wasn't one to mince words if she didn't like something - but he wasn't sure she liked it either. And he didn't want to... "I'll do the lip if you'll do the collar," he hadn't experimented with it in public yet - whether or not he could kiss with it on, or if that would pull too much on the fabric - but it was shiny and expensive, which was why he bought it. He supposed there was the risk it could get ripped out and scar him for life but he liked it so much, he wasn't deterred (by the gruesome thought of being disfigured).

And he didn't need a mirror to put in his own piercings, so he hooked it into place, running his tongue over the unfamiliar weight of the chain, and gave her the other end to fasten to the jacket. "Would you kiss someone with a face like this?" He was asking about the piercing sort of.

Tag: Jiji

we hate your ex-boyfriend, jiji.

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KIMI!
quote
Georgette
Twenty-six
Levitation
Model
Heterosexual
She/her

played by Kimilicious12 posts • prefers She/ her pronouns
Look what you just made me do
Her pout lessened as Seiko gave her the assurances she needed, thoughts of Sydney and Manny all but wiped from her mind in those moments. Seiko was the only one who could quell her moods with merely a few words, he'd learned to temper her over the years. He knew exactly what to say and more so, exactly how to say it. Inflection was everything and sometimes, it meant more than the words themselves. Seiko was a master and ensuring what he meant was exactly conveyed through his words. She never had to look at him and wonder what he was thinking, wonder if he was lying to her or saying things merely to placate her. No, Seiko spoke truths and he always had, even when they were harsh. They hadn't been harsh in quite a long time of course. The two of them fed easily off of one another and it was far more fun to sit back and judge everyone together.

They retreated to his bedroom then, a room Jiang loved. Everything about his room spoke to her and all of it screamed him. They'd spent many an hour in here, and in her room too for that matter, just going through the closet, sifting through the internet, laughing and enjoying one another's company. There was no where else save her own place that she felt she could actually relax and in no one else's presence, either. Seiko was the only one who had seen her without makeup in many years, though even he hadn't seen her face clean in some time. When she was in a relationship she was especially diligent about the perfection of her face and wardrobe and now that it was over well, she would be even more so. Everyone had to see exactly what that bastard was missing out on and when she stepped out with the most gorgeous man in New York? Well they would turn heads tonight, that was sure. They always did when they went out together though they didn't go out just the two of them nearly enough. Jiang made a mental note to remedy that.

Jiang had situated herself on his bed, watching as Seiko pulled his shirt off and turned to his closet. The tattoos on his back were intricate and details and more than once she'd found herself tracing the lines of them before she could stop herself. All of his ink was black, a stark contrast to all of the color she herself wore, but it suited him perfectly. She watched watched him as he moved, watched the muscles of his back, the casual elegance in which he did all things. He slid a jacket out of his closet then, once she hadn't seen before but that wasn't a surprise. His wardrobe was every bit as extensive as her own and rarely did she step out of her apartment looking exactly as she had a different day. He put the jacket on sans the shirt and she couldn't help but grin, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. If she was lucky, that would be exactly how he'd go out tonight and she could slide her fingers across all that dark ink on his chest.

Will you help me? He didn't at all need her help and she knew it, but Jiang was on her feet already regardless. Any excuse to touch him in this moment she'd take, those butterflies that had threatened earlier already trying to take up residence in her chest. "Of course," she'd answered him softly, taking the delicate chain attached to the piercing and fastening it to the collar as intended. She didn't step away from him afterwards though, Seiko hooking his piercing into his lip with ease, having changed it many a time over the years. She herself didn't have any piercings, not even in her ears, but truthfully it just made her love his that much more. She'd bought him a fair amount of jewelry in the past, showering him with things she couldn't wear because he was the only one who could make any of it look good aside from herself.

Jiang smoothed the lapels of his jacket, the black velvet tickling her fingers as Seiko slid his tongue against the new piercing. He was luscious, seductive in even the most base of gestures and when he asked her if she would kiss someone with a face like this she couldn't help but grin at him. "A face like what?" she teased, one hand still at his jacket, the other coming to run fingers over his bottom lip. "Like this one here?" Seiko was a few inches taller than she was and when she stood on her toes she could reach his face with her own perfectly. They suited one another in every way, perfection mirrored against perfection and Jiang knew now, just as she always had, why all her other relationships failed. They failed because none of them were with him. Before this last failure she'd always tried to give herself a day or two to collect herself after a breakup. Seiko had seen her cry more than once and this wasn't the first time she'd come running into his arms. Still, somehow they'd always parted, Jiang would always go home to her own apartment and Seiko would stay at his. They'd text all night, meet for coffee a few days later, go out on the town and have a good time and fall asleep on one of their sofas, tucked beside one another with Netflix on in the background. How they'd never let anything spark further between them was not a mystery, it was by design. Neither of them were good with rejection, neither of them wanting to admit they wanted to other so badly that to lose them in an facet would be detrimental and Jiang knew at least it would be detrimental to her. She'd never closed that gap between them because what if she did and he'd pulled away? But today was different, he'd already kissed her once, given her every chance to pull away and she hadn't. She couldn't, really and now he was all she could think about.

"I think that there's no other face I'd rather kiss." Her words were coy, mischief dancing in her eyes. She didn't kiss him just yet though, if she did she knew that there was a chance their night would end right here. If she kissed him now she wasn't sure if she would let him loose. She grinned at him, still so close and not quite willing to step away just yet. "Come on now, take me out and show me off. Remind me why all my thoughts begin and end with you, Seiko."

SEIKO FUKASAWA
thanks evvie!
quote
TAMATOA
THIRTY
Chrysopoeia
STORE MANAGER / FREELANCE COUNTERFEITER
PANSEXUAL
HE/HIM

played by AYODELE18 posts • prefers SHE/HER pronouns

Playtime for the young and rich

With designer drugs and designer friends

Seiko smiled against her fingertips, dropping his own hands to her waist. He ran his thumbs lightly along her sides before splaying his palms against her lower back. He was too arrogant to entertain the thought that he could be a rebound to Jiji but he had never acted on his feelings for her before; and she was never single for long (unless she chose to be - there was no shortage of men who wanted her). Seiko liked hearing those words because she reassured him (although he'd never admit to needing reassurance), and he felt smug over the fact that there were no more tears in her eyes. She was teasing him and he believed her, believed she wasn't thinking about her ex right now. "You always tell me what I want to hear," he murmured, touching his forehead to hers. She was so good to him.

He could have stayed here with her but going out was his idea, and he didn't want to disappoint her. He did want to show her off - and show himself off, of course - so he released her to pick up his phone and his keys, before leading her out of the apartment. They took an Uber to dinner at an Italian restaurant in Brooklyn; it was nicer than the one he ditched his first date at, better menu, white and red sangria he knew Jiji would like, with the kind of clientele who side-eyed people like him who walked in (he didn't mind being stared at, all attention was good attention as far as he was concerned). And dinner was better with her than with anyone else he bothered to take out (before taking them home), because he cared about what she had to say. They had similar interests. She didn't bore him.

And after dinner they took a car to the East Village, got out between third and fourth avenue, and crossed the street to the club entrance. The line stretched around the corner of the building at a quarter to eleven, but he and Jiji decided to cut the line; why should they have to wait with the average-on-a-good-day looking people? Security waved Jiji in with a leering look - they weren't the only ones looking at her, and Seiko would've been surprised if no one recognized her because she was famous (both on the runway and on social media) - and he followed her inside. Webster Hall was warm and crowded, and it took his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the purple and white lights illuminating the dance floor, the bar against the far wall, and the DJ's booth on the second floor. Seiko slid an arm around her waist and threaded his way through the crowd with her to the bar.

Seiko ordered a double shot of whiskey even though he knew that meant he'd wake up with the hangover from hell tomorrow. "Somebody is trying to get your attention," he lowered his head to speak close to her ear, the only way to be heard over the thrum of the music without shouting. His voice was neutral with only the slightest edge of mocking - he wasn't jealous of people looking at her, but he realized he'd started to think about this as a date even though it wasn't. He indicated the other end of the bar with his glass, where two guys - mid-twenties, both blond, not bad looking objectively-speaking but not as good-looking as him - were staring at her. One glance would be enough to encourage them to come over, to ask her to dance, and even though nothing had happened yet he already hated them.

This night was about Jiji, and she could do whatever she wanted (as she was well aware), but he supposed he wasn't very good at 'unselfish' acts. There wasn't anything 'unselfish' about this: he wanted to go out with her, be with her, not watch her with someone else. The thought of it annoyed him. Unsurprisingly, the two of them managed to work up enough confidence between them to make their way through the crowd before he finished his drink. If she turned them down, he would enjoy that (no one had a sharper tongue than her, not even him - although he thought he could hold his own). "Will you put them out of their misery?" he teased her mildly, making the effort not to sound as jealous as he felt.

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Had he told her he'd changed his mind and wanted to stay in, she wouldn't even have been able to hold it against him. She'd have pouted, put on some sort mildly dramatic show of course, but she wouldn't have let him go. If he'd kissed her again in that moment, Jiang would have let him kiss her until she'd gasped for breath. Of course, he'd told her he was going to take her out and he was a man of his word. Seiko loved to show off, loved to have her beside him when the two of them were out. He alone drew stares, his outlandish fashion, wild hair and gorgeous face but together they drew a crowd. He pressed his forehead to hers, her heart beating faster as he'd spoken. He was right, she did always tell him what he wanted to hear, but only because she so loved the look on his face when she did. Then again, she also loved it when jealousy flashed in his eyes, when a pout crossed those smooth features. Still, she preferred him pleased above all else and she was never above pleasing him, especially with the truth.

Dinner was at an Italian restaurant with a red Sangria that was absolutely to die for. She was dressed to impress of course and while they weren't the conventional couple, they did go so very well together. He drew stares with every move, but then again so did she. Most didn't know what to make of them, but Jiang ignored their fanbase for the time being. The talked and laughed over dinner, as they always did. It wasn't difficult to hold conversation with Seiko, they shared a great many interests. They spoke of clothes and work, of the Jiang's next photoshoot and Seiko's latest adventure with Ezra. Carefully, all conversation steered away from talk of dates and boyfriends, neither willing to concede the other's attention. Jiang hadn't put a even a thought towards Manny since Seiko had kissed her, why would she? Manny was nothing compared to Seiko, compared to one of the most beautiful human beings she knew. Seiko could hold her attention for hours, even if she didn't have his face to look upon and that was impressive indeed.

Dinner was had and they took a car to Webster Hall. She'd heard of the club and though she'd never been, she trusted Seiko's judgement completely. A long line stretched around the building as they crossed the road towards the entrance, Jiang never even thinking to head for the back. She never waited in line for anything, save perhaps an available cashier and tonight was no different. On Seiko's arm, she was waved inside, more than one leering look behind her. None of them mattered, nor did the little snaps on their phones, or any of their attention. She was out and about, ready to stir up trouble and watch drama unfold. If someone happened to catch sight of her via Instagram or something and find themselves jealous, so be it but that wasn't her true intention for being out tonight. Not anymore. Her only intention was to spend her time with Seiko, to enjoy the company of the only individual as fabulous as herself. She could handle most people only in small doses, they were boring or uncultured, but not him. Seiko easily put everyone else to shame and as they walked in his arm found its way about her waist, Jiang's sliding beneath his jacket so she could press herself into his side as they approached the bar.

She ordered a Midori Sour to his double shot of whiskey, Seiko's lips at her ear a moment later. She still stood close to him, her fingers still on his person even as she turned her attention across the bar. A grin spread across her face as she tilted her head into his chest, though her eyes watched the two blonde men. "Are they now?" she'd asked, her words loud enough so that only Seiko might hear above the noise. Her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks as she turned her head away from them, feigning a shyness she didn't possess. She turned so that she was facing Seiko, his drink in his hand while hers was behind her, untouched for the moment. Will you put them out of their misery? His words were teasing, but she heard the jealousy in them. Had she not known him as well as she did, he could have fooled her but they'd been friends much too long. She knew his tells every bit as well as he knew hers and they'd been dancing around their feelings for some time now. Jiang stayed unavailable in an effort to avoid his temptation, but she'd allowed herself to be swept up by him this time none the less. As the night wore on, she found she was beginning to think perhaps she might just take a chance and let him draw her all the way into him. There was nothing she'd wanted more in a very long time, her every move with another man merely a distraction from what she truly wanted, all of it merely a carefully put together plan to ensure she never lost the only person she could see a future with.

"You mean out of our misery. I came out to let the peasants adore from afar. The Queen has already found her King and the riff raff needs to be reminded of their place," she said easily, her voice nonchalant and a grin on her beautifully painted face. She knew they were behind her then and she school her features before Seiko's eyes, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip and looking all together like a lost lamb even before she turned her skilled facade onto these intruders. Sweet words were on their lips, they told her how beautiful she was, asked if she'd like a drink or a dance. Jiang had batted her eyelashes once more, a sweet chuckle escaping her as she'd leaned on the bar, letting them spin a few more pleasantries. She did so love to hear their compliments, to see the desire in their eyes. Every move she made, every little laugh or well placed gesture reeled them in and she saw the moment where they thought they had won. These little boys thought they had her that, even for a second, she might consider leaving Seiko's arms to fall into theirs. She'd moved only marginally away from him, though he was still within arms reach, still close enough that he could hear the conversation at hand. She'd wanted him to hear it, of course. Seiko took as much pleasure in these petty dalliances as she did and that only made her adore him further.

"Oh, I just can't," she'd finally said as one pleaded a final time for her to come away with them. A chorus of whys and come on's were on their lips, but her soft face had sharpened, her grin gaining a wicked tint. "Why would I ever run along with the likes of you?" her sudden change in demeanor took both men aback and for a moment they looked at her, obviously confused at how the tables had turned. Jiang tilted her head to the side, mirroring their confusion with a questioning look of her own. "What are the two of you to me? I'm sure you've noticed I happen to already be in perfect company and sadly, neither of you can even begin to compare." She gave a mild shrug of her shoulders, already turning her body back towards Seiko and away from them. "I'm far more than you can ever hope to achieve. Run along now, you've exhausted my charity for the evening and I've someone more remarkable to attend to." With one last cutting glance to the two men, both of whom with stumbled over their words, trying to figure out a proper response to her shut down, Jiang turned to face Seiko once more. The two behind her lingered only a moment more, rudeness on their tongues that she didn't bother to listen to, her focus having already dropped them completely.

She grinned up at Seiko as she closed the small gap of space between them once more, her arm sliding around him, beneath his jacket again so she could feel his skin against hers. She pulled herself close to him, plucking her drink from the bar as she took a sip, hardly a care in the world with him beside her. "Ask me to dance." She knew he would have done so even without her demand, but if she let silence fall between them she ran the risk of filling it with kisses. It was a risk she was steeling herself to take, a dive she was already preparing for. She finished her drink, setting it aside before she ran cold fingers along his perfectly sculpted jaw. "I want this whole club to know who has all of my attention."

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SEIKO FUKASAWA
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Playtime for the young and rich

With designer drugs and designer friends

Seiko admired the effortless shift in his Jiji's expression, deceptively sweet with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. He glanced away from her to his drink but his head was tilted ever so slightly towards the conversation. If you could call it 'conversation' - and he didn't hear anything he hadn't heard a dozen times: she was beautiful, the most beautiful woman at the bar, did she want company (he felt slighted by the question and scowled into his whiskey), did she want a drink, did she want to dance, they even introduced themselves but Seiko did not bother to remember their names.

Average names for average men who weren't putting in enough effort to earn Jiji's interest. But this wasn't the part he enjoyed; it was what came next: how clever she was when insulting them, the bite to her voice, and the turn of her body to him. He liked what he heard, smirk deepening with each carefully uttered syllable, and flicked the empty shot glass away from himself, watching it slide to the lip of the bar before he met Jiji's gaze. "That was masterful, my queen," he murmured warmly, matching her grin with his own. He loved her tongue, and he could count on one hand the number of people who could get away with telling him what to do. Jiji made it easy, giving him what he wanted - a night with her, and no boyfriend. "Dance with me," he replied, turning his head into the brush of her fingertips against his jaw. He pushed away from the bar and touched the small of her back, running his hand along the fabric of her jacket until he reached the collar. Then he carefully pulled the jacket off of her, easing it off her shoulders and her arms. He gave the jacket to the bartender with two twenties, informing him that he was going to watch it for them. The coat check was a nuisance and it was on the other side of the club.

He took that hand in his, leading her away from the bar and between the leather booths framing the crowded floor. Still, the masses seemed to part before them and he released her hand only once they were in the middle of the floor, bathed in purple light that glinted against his piercings and caught the color of her fingernails. Seiko released Jiji's hand as the DJ blended two songs, and he took her by the hips, pulling her into him until there was no space between them. "I think about this, you," us, "All the time, Jiji. At work, after work," he smiled at her, unrepentant, "With other women. There is no one but you." Mirroring her movements with his own - until they were perfectly in sync - he brushed two fingers against the tantalizing strip of bare skin at the top of her left thigh, revealed by her black pants. Sometimes he preferred to dance with her facing outward, to show her off to the crowd, but right now he wanted to see her face.

They may as well have been dancing in the privacy of his apartment because he wouldn't have noticed anyone else, he barely heard the music (and this was a DJ he enjoyed listening to). "I love you," he said to her instead - not exactly a surprise, but not something he meant to say here and now. But he did love her, no strings attached. And he hardly loved anyone; he loved himself, of course (some - not him and not Jiji would say to excess) and he loved things. Expensive things. Designer clothes. Shoes. Cameras and flatscreen plasma tvs. Piercings made of gold and silver and diamond-studded titanium. But no one, in fact, outside of the obligatory 'love' he had for the people he was related to by blood - made the list.

Seiko would choose all of those things over someone else. Exception: Jiang Li. He loved everything about her: that face that could stop a room full of designers at Fashion Week, that beautiful body, the clothes she wore, the insults she drawled, her taste in fashion, in business, in music and food and entertainment. "And I... want you." In this - and only this - he was no different than the others; but while they could lust for her off-stage, he had her in his arms. At least for now. And he didn't want to let her go.

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He replied to her with his own demand, dance with me, and Jiang grinned as he pushed himself away from the bar. Of course he would word it as a statement rather than a question, she wouldn't have had him any other way. She knew very well that no one told Seiko what to do, he was the sort to do exactly opposite out of sheer spite. She was much the same, so when he bent to her will it was always a sweet pleasure. Of course she'd never ask of him something he didn't want to do, that wasn't how they operated. Their demands of one another always benefited not only the one who asked, but the one who conceded as well and why not? He'd never asked of her something she didn't already desire and neither she him. They were two different sides of the same coin, so strikingly similar and yet shockingly different.

He divested her of her jacket, tossing it towards the bartender before pulling her onto the dance floor. The jacket, while fabulously stylish, was constricting and she was glad to be rid of, glad to be able to raise her arms above her head as Seiko turned towards her, his hands on her hips pulling her close to him. The DJ was exquisite, mixing the music with a skill that was to be envied, but she hardly heard it once Seiko had dipped his head towards her. There was no more space between them, Jiang's arms already wrapped around his shoulders, his forehead pressed to hers as they danced. She danced without thought, their bodies in sync as they moved together. She could have danced with him all night, having him so close, to be seen with him, these were delights she loved to indulged in. She always knew that when she called him he would erase whatever woes she had and remind her that there was no one else like herself-- save him of course. Jiang had never wanted to share her crown with anyone, she'd worked hard to become who she was, to have her face recognized by those around her. She'd sworn to become a woman sought after by many, but most importantly sought after by those few beautiful people who made the most beautiful of things. She'd accomplished this task and now she had every intention of becoming one of those sought after people, someone who didn't need to walk the runway to be recognized, who's name was part of the common tongue such as Louis Vuitton or Prada. Listening to Seiko speak, as he told her that she consumed his thoughts, her desire for that elusive legacy of stardom was out shined by him. He was what she desired most and as her chest constricted and her heart beat quickened she knew she'd give up immortality for him if only he'd spend whatever life they had alongside her. To another person, perhaps such a statement would sound to bold, even obsessive but somehow she knew if she voiced this to him he'd understand. He always did, always understood her eccentricities because he shared so many of them. They were made for one another.

Jiang felt his fingers at her thigh, brushing against the skin exposed by the fashionable tear in her jeans. She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, this time no false pretenses upon her face. She drank up the words he poured out to her, basking in what he said. That he thought of her when he was with other women brought her a deep satisfaction. She hated those he chose to take to bed every bit as much as he hated every one of her exes. Unlike herself, Seiko rarely entertained a partner for long, always flitting to the next beautiful face before dropping them cold. That was always her favorite part, especially when she could be the one who brought about their demise. It would be a lie to say she didn't who Seiko spent his time with, he told her of course. They kept little from the other. When a name would begin to pop up too often in conversation, Jiang would make it a point to begin taking up more of his time. It was the jealousy in her, though she'd met all of those who'd been with Seiko for longer than a month or two. She never felt bad about pulling him from their grip. Beautiful faces had a depressing tendency to be excruciatingly boring. It was why she adored Seiko the way she did. He was as beautifully stunning as he was charismatic and intriguing. He was sharp as a whip, college educated, and worked hard. Well, as hard as she worked, at least. They worked their own version of hard. Regardless, it was as difficult to find fault in him as it was in herself.

I love you. For the second time tonight her breath caught in her throat and had she not had a hold of him, Jiang was sure she'd have misstepped. Thankfully, his hands on her, the movement of his body swept her along with him and no one but he would know she'd faltered in the least. His words echoed in her head, drowning out everything else. They were words she knew to be true, she'd known he loved her for some time now, she could see it in the way he spoke to her, in the way he moved or reached for her, but to hear him say it was something completely different. Before now they had showed their love for one another through gestures and jealousies, through gifts and trinkets, laughter and a shared spite for those beneath them. So say it was to to make it real, tangible. "Seiko..." She spoke his name like a prayer, whispered so only he could hear. She looked into his face, the smile he wore heartbreakingly beautiful as he confessed that he wanted her. Those words were nearly as sweet as his last, a shiver running down her spine as she let them sink in. She'd never tire of hearing those things, that much she already knew and she wanted to hear them again and again. Him: his voice, his lips, his tongue, these were the only things that mattered to her in this moment.

It wasn't hard to catch his lips with her own and this time she poured every bit of what she felt for him into it. Without any fear for what was to come, Jiang knew he was hers and for the first time in her life knew that she'd not let this one go. Every man that had come before were but paupers to her prince, to her king and she knew she'd never have enough of him. She kissed him until she was breathless and even then parted from him only enough so that she could press her forehead to his, to look into his deep eyes. Her arms were still wrapped him, her petite frame holding him hostage though he could have pulled away from her easily. She knew he wouldn't, he wouldn't because he wanted her as much as she wanted him. "Say it again." She demanded, wicked grin upon her face. As far as she was concerned, they'd given the public their just dues, let the crowd worship them long enough. She wanted him to herself now, with no one else to look upon him or try to pull her attention away. The rest of the night was theirs and she wanted to spend it in his arms, his lips on hers with fire racing through them.

SEIKO FUKASAWA
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TAMATOA
THIRTY
Chrysopoeia
STORE MANAGER / FREELANCE COUNTERFEITER
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HE/HIM

played by AYODELE18 posts • prefers SHE/HER pronouns

Playtime for the young and rich

With designer drugs and designer friends

Seiko didn't know what it meant, the catch of her breath in her throat and the way her body faltered against his. He had no intention of apologizing for the timing or the words - he never apologized - but he inwardly wondered if he had made a mistake. He didn't want to believe it was 'too soon' because her ex was... insignificant to him, he couldn't imagine that anyone loved Jiji the way that he did. And if he didn't tell her now and she found someone else, he would regret it. And he hated to regret anything.

He was unused to feeling vulnerable, he hadn't in years - and he always made a point to be the one on top, so to speak, taking advantage instead of being the one taken advantage of. But admitting what he felt to Jiji eased the tension thrumming in his body, the tension of wanting someone without acting on it. Jiji knew almost everything about him - with two glaring exceptions. He was not proud of where he came from, so he rarely spoke of the work he'd done for his uncle, in the pawn shop he owned. And connected to that, of course, was what he could do: turning garbage into gold, literally, if only for a few hours at a time. It didn't bother him to have that power; to be honest, it was more proof in favor of how exceptional he was. And there were some who knew what he could do, but most of them were... not the sort of people Jiji would be interested in spending time with. And he didn't know if she would be as impressed by his skill (considering what he used it for) as he was. She might think he was a freak. And if he was ever going to tell her about it, it wouldn't be tonight.

Jiji said his name and the whisper of it - no one had ever said his name like that - made him want to kiss her. It encouraged him to confess that he wanted her, head bowed towards hers to minimize the height difference between them. She kissed him and her mouth seared over his; he smiled into the kiss, teeth grazing her bottom lip as it deepened. He ran one hand along the tantalizing arch of her back to the back of her neck, pulling her into the shadow of his body. Jiji broke the kiss to catch her breath and he did the same, his forehead pressed to hers. She'd enveloped him in her arms, holding him close, and he did not want her to let go. "I love you," he repeated, acquiescing easily to her demand. It wasn't anything he didn't want to say, hadn't known for years, and he kissed the corner of her mouth, "I've wanted you since the first time I saw you," he dipped his head to kiss her cheek, the delicate line of her jaw, to her neck. He kissed her throat, leaving a trail of impressions against her skin until he reached her ear.

And since he really couldn't resist his own ego, especially now, he murmured promises to her, "I can satisfy you, Jiji," in ways her exes couldn't, he was that confident - and he knew her that well. With a brief kiss to the pulse in her neck, he raised his head to look at her, eye-level with that beautiful face. He kissed her mouth and said, "I can make you happy," happier than she'd been with the others. He could be everything she needed - or wanted - in someone else. He kissed her again, slowly, memorizing the shape of her lips, how soft they were, the stroke of his tongue against hers, and he thought about picking her up and carrying her out of this club, her legs wrapped around his waist. He loved her legs.

And he had no interest in Webster Hall, the music, the DJ, or anyone else. He only wanted her. He broke the kiss momentarily, just enough to speak against her lips. "Say yes, Jiji," he coaxed her with a smirk which curved into a genuine smile, "Say you'll be with me," exclusively, that's what he wanted. He was far too jealous to agree to anything less than all of her.

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I love you. He'd pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth as she basked beneath his words. She made a low, pleased sound as he told her he'd wanted her since the first time he'd seen her, his lips traveling to her cheek, across her jaw, and to her neck. She still held him, clung to him but one hand had come to his face, sliding along his jaw as he left kisses at her throat, her fingers tangling into the hair at the back of his neck. They were a sight to behold on the dance floor she was sure. Let them look, to see what beauty was while they still could. She was going to steal him away from prying eyes sooner rather than later and for once the first thought on her mind wasn't updating her social media accounts, to take photos to post to Instagram or to throw shade at her ex via Twitter. While those thoughts would come later, right now the only things that filled her head were thoughts of him. What he'd look like with his head tilted back against his expensive sheets, the sound of his voice when he came undone around her, the feeling of his hands and lips against her skin, trailing along he collar, he chest, her belly and lower. These were fantasies she'd entertained for a long time, things she'd wanted so badly but been unable to ask him for. Jiang loved him intensely, loved him more for being the first to say it, to leave himself vulnerable for just those few seconds before she could kiss away any trace of doubt he may have had.

Seiko had promises for her, promises she knew only he could keep. Women flocked to him, he'd never had to work hard for a partner and she was the sort to cozy up to them afterwards, to ask them how it was to have him. All had sung his praises, as she knew they would, but every question she asked burned her to the quick and every answer seared her to the core. She ruined all of them soon after, absolutely unwilling to let what they'd shared with him become anything more than a passing fancy. Even when she'd entertained boyfriends and lovers, Seiko was never far from her mind. He'd always come first and even when he wasn't hers, he still very much was. Had this same scene happened yesterday, last week, a month ago the outcome would have been the same, though perhaps her reputation a bit more sour. As it were, she'd been single only a few hours and the gossip train had probably already left the station. Let them talk, let them think they could judge her from afar. Anyone who had judgements for her were beneath her, their remarks couldn't ruin her work, her presence, her very being. The sweetest part of the entire situation was that no matter what was said, no matter what whispers or gossip that came about, in the end she was the one who had him and he was all she needed. "I know," her words were breathless and Seiko was absolutely right. He could satisfy her on every level, he already had save the one they hadn't yet reached and she was sure he could satisfy her there as well. "You do," her voice was soft, but filled with passion. He'd always made her happy. He could pull a smile from her when no one else could, he could soothe her torments, raise her ire, and sweet talk all of it away once more. He knew her intimately even if he'd never had her. He kissed her again, the taste of him on her tongue electric and all she wanted to do was wrap herself around him.

The kiss was broken, but he never pulled away from her. God, how was she going to stand the entire ride back to his apartment? How could she stop kissing him long enough to even fetch her jacket, pay the bar tab and leave? She'd never felt a desire, a need for anyone like she felt for him in this moment. Seiko spoke, his lips still so close to hers that she could feel the smile on his face. His eyes were locked onto hers once more and she held his gaze as he asked her to be with him. Her heart beat in her chest almost as if it were fighting to escape and her hands were on his face once more. She was careful of the delicate chain at his lip as she looked upon him for a moment more before pulling his lips against hers. She couldn't get enough of him, enough of those burning kisses, those possessive touches. Still, she had to speak if only to tell him yes.

"I'm yours. I've always been yours," she breathed, admitting to what she knew to be true. She'd been completely captivated by him since the beginning and she'd fallen in love with him somewhere along the way but been unable to find a way to tell him. He was her perfection, the only man who could ever be enough for her. "I love you, Seiko. I love you and I want every bit of you to be mine." Another stolen kiss, because she couldn't help herself. They'd stopped dancing, but she didn't know when. They were still out amidst the throng of people, others so close yet all she could see was him. "I'm done sharing you with the world for tonight," it was she who brought her lips to his ear then. "Take me home. I want you to myself, I want to kiss the parts of you I can't see and to adore you without the audience vying for my attention. You have my attention, you always have." Jiang pulled away from him just enough so that she might look at his face once more, the mischievous grin that had been set on her face settling into that same genuine little smile he'd graced her with. It was only he who she'd drop her facade for, only he who would ever see such adoration in her eyes for there was no one and nothing else she adored more than him.

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