prohibitions | Call Me Out + Overflow

[Rastaban listens, patient as ever, letting Cain work through what he needs to work through. He's never heard of naturals at mind reading, but there's those who are naturals in that manner in other forms of magic, so why not? Unexpected, surely, but he's too much of an academic for true surprise. It's more interesting than anything else.

And with that same understated anticlimactic tone he also asks.]

Well, are you planning on killing me?

[The snort that Cain makes is so incredibly far from graceful and a rather ugly noise, but he can't help it. He isn't sure if they're asking it seriously or not because it's such a question out of nowhere that he's speechless for a moment.]

Plan on? Heavens no. Bloody hell. I've been courting you for who knows how long. Why would I want to kill you?

[Good god this man is going to kill him if anything.] Also, let's be frank. Irene would kill me before I could tough even a hair on you if I had any intent on snuffing you out.

[Irene bumps Cain. Good boy, having such faith in her. Rastaban just shrugs.]

If you're not intending to kill me then no it doesn't bother me, is what I'm getting at.

[He makes a soft sound at Irene and she curls back fully onto Rastaban's wrist so he can once again bring Cain's hand up to his mouth to kiss it.]

I can try making something better, now that I know where the pain comes from. For next time.

[He's not going to fight Irene. He really would prefer not because she would win or he would feel bad for doing anything to her or something. It's a lose lose situation for Cain no matter how he looks at it.

All the tension in Cain's body just seems to completely leave. It's like a floodgate had been opened and he has never so desperately been happy to hear such words. It wasn't as though many knew about it. Cain practically melts when the other kisses his hand and he can't help but lean forward so he can catch Rastaban's lips with his own.]

Honestly, you've been nothing but perfect. [He presses his forehead to Rastaban's.] I was curious by you. You're a blank slate to me. It was that moment of silence in a sea of noise and I was so bloody intrigued and I pursued you. It was perhaps a flight of fancy at first and then you ensnared me so wonderfully.

Now I'm completely smitten with you. You don't need to make me anything better, darling.

[Rastaban is accustomed to his fair share of secrets. He understands why they exist, why they are kept. He doesn't begrudge Cain even a little but for having this one, though it fills him with such joy to be trusted enough to share in it.]

You have shown me a world I never thought possible. That anyone would ever look at me the way you look at me, that anyone would ever touch me the way you have touched me...

[Rastaban still looks at Cain like something dazzling.]

There is nothing I would not do for you, Cain. Nothing.

[Cain knows that one day. One day he'll spill everything to Rastaban. The other would either accept every terrible secret he had kept away or finally be disgusted and leave, but he knows he will tell the other because he can't simply keep hiding from this man.]

Well, that's merely because I'm not completely blind like most others. They're surely missing out on such a fine specimen, but it really doesn't matter now. I'm not particularly fond of sharing such a beautiful find. I'm nothing less than completely selfish, I'll have you know.

[He laughs gently.]

Then you're going to have to learn some dancing. I'm completely weak to a man who can dance. And not a bloody waltz because I absolutely hate waltzing. Social gathering for decades had taught me that I absolutely abhor the thought of having to waltz.

No waltzing.

[Honestly the idea of dancing at all is more than slightly terrifying for Rastaban, but he'd brave it in an instant for Cain.]

What kind of dancing? That still leaves... a lot.

[For all he knows Cain could be a fan of square dancing.]

I'll waltz if it's with you, but that's merely because I can't keep my hands on you.

[He laughs a little before he gives the other a mischievous grin.]

I fancy myself a good swing or lindy hop. If you really want to learn, I'll teach you if you want. Dancing that is.

I'd rather learn from you than anyone else.

[Because who cares how technically correct he can be when instead he can learn it how Cain likes it?]

When you're feeling better. I can stay for a while, so don't worry if you need to lay down. I - um. I can put on tea or something, if that'll help.

I'll teach you whatever you want. Anything.

[He laughs a little and pulls them a bit closer to him.] Anything you want.

I could dance right now really. Sick or not. It's hard to feel bad when you're around. [He knows the other would surely disagree, but he does feel immensely better just having Rastaban around. He never realized how much a person can anchor someone until now.] You here is enough right now. You brought me plenty as is.

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