heart it races. [tristan]

love, taito

round two!

tristan had been in the coffee shop for quite a while now, and there were pages scattered around on the table in front of him.  he'd taken over one of the small corner tables quite early in the day and had been ordering more than his share of coffee and tipping the baristas well so they wouldn't make a fuss about how long exactly he'd been taking up one of the most favored tables in the shoppe.

the pages were covered in a multitude of doodles and words--really, just anything that came to the crow's mind.  he adjusted his sunglasses and glanced over a few of them again to refresh himself on muse.  the bulk of the pages were doodles of customers and baristas like, and even a few from his memories, but those were mostly other animal spirits.  he didn't pride himself on how well he drew but, rather, the fact that he was surrounded by so many humans.  he could have practiced at home just as well, but he had begun feel quite lonely in the empty house and felt the need to get out on the town, so he'd taken a few supplies with him just in case.

the bell chimed, but when tristan's eyes darted up to see who was his next doodle victim, a rush of pleasure overtook him.  kirby...

he licked his lips quickly, almost tasting the boy's flavor still.  maybe he would be lucky enough to get another kiss or two in today if he played his cards right.

the male took his time gathering up the supplies and stacking them away neatly, then easily slung the bag back over his shoulder and picked up the nearly-full latte to join his acquaintance, taking the second stool without so much as asking.

"fancy seeing you here," he cooed softly.  even though he was wearing sunglasses and a beanie, his tattoos could still thankfully give him away.

love, taito

furreals tho they cute

"long time, indeed," he echoed.  now that the crow's eyes were covered, he could stare at the boy's body more intently and not be noticed... just one of the many reasons to wear sunglasses in public.  he allowed his dark eyes to linger where ever caught his attention, free from judgement, as he sipped on his own coffee.

"i suppose i got bored again," he said, a smirk suddenly jutting his lips into a crooked grin.  "maybe i should try being bored more often.  it seems to summon a certain little boy, after all... and i quite enjoy your company."

when his eyes returned to kirby's face, he was surprised to lock gazes with the boy.  was the human really this enamored with him after only one meeting?  he had to admit that his own actions and thoughts were definitely not the purest and probably much more tainted than the boy's, but it also kept him more interested that way.  the crow needed to control himself around kirby, not just continuously rush into things, and their public setting only irked him happily in that regard.  it was a game, after all.

"and why are you here, little dove?" tristan asked, propping his cheek on a tattooed hand as he continued his sipping then, teasingly added, "were you searching for a certain black knight?"

love, taito

both get dresses

it took everything tristan had in him not to snort at the comment of not being a knight.  he knew that, if anything, he was probably a shopkeeper that sold the knights their weapons... but there was no hurt in trying, right?  instead, a smile lit up his face, and he shook his head gently before drinking at his coffee.

"the armor might need a bit of polishing, though... it seems to have gotten pretty rusty.  nothing that a little attention won't fix, though."  he tilted his glasses down and gave the other a quick wink before realizing that his company was almost out of his drink.

"what would you like to drink next?" he asked, standing from his stool before glancing around.  "we can get some ice cream when you're cooled down enough, too.  and don't worry; it's all on me."

the crow stepped into line again, but thankfully, the crowd was dying down enough that the wait wasn't going to be too long, and it was still within arm's reach of kirby.

really, though, he'd somehow gotten lucky the other day up on the cliff.  to think that he'd made a "friend" so quickly, and here, of all places.  he definitely didn't want their day to end while still in the company of others.  he needed to find a way to get the boy alone so they could share in another exchange of passions, and honestly, he couldn't have cared less if it was in an alleyway.  but, as he glanced past the boy and out the window, he caught sight of the ferris wheel in the background.  well... there was an idea, certainly.

love, taito

the most gorgeous

it wasn't very often that tristan was denied, but it wasn't an unwelcome thing.  at the objection and the sudden attention, he felt his heart flutter.  he had always enjoyed standing out in the crowd, as obvious by his appearance.  and now this... kirby most likely didn't know it, but it was somehow flattering to the spirit.

"you're adorable," he muttered, leaning in to take the boy's hand and urge him out of his seat.  "now come on.  if i'm not buying you anything, then at the very least, you can keep me company."

he allowed the boy's hand to drop from his own before turning and walking out the door and, sadly, into the heat that had somehow developed throughout the day while he was inside.  his gentle skin and dark clothing were easily soaking up the rays, but it wasn't like he couldn't get rid of a tan if one did develop.  all he had to do was seclude himself with a heap of books for a few days and, voila, it would be gone.  he rather liked his pasty self, after all, and his viewers would be confused if that changed overnight without some explanation.

eyes locked on the ferris wheel again.  it was closer than his house, and he hadn't been in one that was built in recent years.  he just had to bank on kirby not being afraid of heights, and if the boy was... well, there would definitely be an open lap for him to sit on.

love, taito

but even! even!

the crow was happy when he felt the hand on his shirt, but for him, it was hardly enough.  he wanted skin-to-skin contact, not simply touching each other's frumpy clothing.  so, in a fairly swift move, he instead took hold of the boy's hand again, gently weaving his fingers between the other's.

"and what if it is, little dove? afraid to spread your wings and fly?"  he chuckled gently.  if he really was afraid of heights, just imagine what kirby would think if he found out what tristan really was.  speaking of which, he wondered if he should even tell the poor thing what he was getting himself in to.

a quick glance at the short boy and his frozen face told him all that he needed to know, though: it would be so much more fun if he turned it into a game.

he loved kirby's expressions and how honest he was about his feelings.  it was almost like reading a book where all of the difficult words had an asterisk mark that gave the definition in the footnotes at the bottom of each page.  a twisted smile curled his lips again, and his shaved eyebrows raised in amusement.  even if he wasn't afraid of heights, he was definitely scared of something.  it was always amusing to see how easily a human's heart could be twisted and manipulated, and that was exactly what the crow intended on doing to the poor boy... but he wasn't certain of the endgame quite yet.  he'd just have to enjoy the ride.

love, taito

he wants smooches

tristan merely rolled his eyes at the comment of not being afraid of heights.  then what was there to fear?  the crow himself wasn't all that scary, despite what some peoples' first impressions of him may be.  kirby had seen that at the cliff, right?  then again, they hardly knew each other at all.  he only knew that kirby liked to draw, and kirby knew... well.  wasn't that a pity?  kirby really didn't know anything about him other than that he was a good kisser, and that was hardly enough.  he wondered how long it would be before kirby wanted to know more about him... and how much he could learn about the other before then.

what other games could they play?  they were already holding hands in public, and judging from the stares earlier, it was obvious that the boy didn't like some sort of attention that was given.  perhaps he didn't like crowds, judging from his awkwardness.  he'd have to spy on the boy in his natural form in order to gain more--

ooooh. that wasn't a bad idea.  maybe he could watch his nightly routine at some point if the boy's curtains were open.  but first, he would have to learn where kirby lived.  a smile grew on his face again as he thought of all of these things.  he could have so much fun learning everything about the boy before kirby got to know him any better, and maybe he could startle him with the information.  or perhaps it would be better to keep that to himself; he didn't want the cute little thing running away from him quite yet.  he still had so much more of that tiny body left to explore before he was done with him.

just as the pair reached the line for the ferris wheel, the crow brought the boy's smaller hand to his own lips and kissed it gently.  "looks like we're just in time to beat the rush," he said, lips ghosting over the tanned flesh as he watched the young boy behind the veil of his glasses.

love, taito

trissy <3s bee

kirby looked frustrated or flustered or something of that nature... especially when tristan kissed his hand.  was there really anything wrong with showing a little affection in public?  he wondered if that was the problem.  it hadn't occurred to the crow until now, though, that perhaps the boy wasn't openly affectionate towards men.  whelp, if that was the case, then they were well past that point.  tristan felt as if he could lick the boy's lips in front of a crowd of people and somehow convince the other to get over it later.

when kirby flopped into his space, tristan had to make a quick decision: to sit next to him or not?  if he got next to him, then it would be obvious that they were very much interested in one another.  but, if he sat across...

tristan sat himself comfortably in front of kirby, leaning forward so that they was just a few inches of space between them, and slid his glasses to rest on his head.  he risked a glance over to the lazy operator, and when they made eye contact, something seemed to shock the poor kid awake, and he quickly closed the door and readied the next carriage.

a smirk slipped over the crow's lips.  "looks like some people can't handle my eyes..."  his gaze trailed back to the boy in front of him.  "but i'm happy that you can, little dove."

he wrapped an arm around kirby's waist, pulling him to the edge of the bench, and slid his tongue over the boy's lips, feeling the piercing catch between them for a moment as it dragged, before planting a gentle kiss on the moistened skin.