[ None of what Ciro says is a surprise. Rune knows he shouldn't be so hard on him, that he should open up more considering how long they've been together now, but he'd been pulled far too thin in the past to simply give even an inch. The spell helps relax him, feeling that sharp tug at his heart when Ciro presses his mouth to his palm, and he's ready to give in when Ciro is drawing away. It's a jarring sensation, shifting to sit up and get his arms around him before Ciro decides he wants to escape this moment of theirs. There are so few of them as it is; what's it matter if he's under the influence of a botched spell?
Rune rests his chin lightly atop Ciro's shoulder. ]
I hate tea. [ The irony will never stop being hilarious to someone, he's sure. ] I don't think I'd hate it so much if you really wanted to try. A kiss?
[ Something real, not the friendly grazes of lips to his forehead or his cheek when he's disappearing out the door to be with someone he'll more than likely never see again. Rune can never keep up with Ciro's social life, and some part of him prefers it that way. Jealousy is a dangerous creature to a witch. So, even if it prickles under his skin every now and then, Rune has it locked so tightly under control that it couldn't possibly escape unless someone forced it out of him with magic. He thinks about it as he gently nudges at the side of the other's face, hands flattening so that the arms around him are loose. ]
[The need to escape is intense, like if he doesn't he'll single handedly ruin the most important relationship in his life. He's far too good at ruining his relationships before they can even take off to want to risk that with Rune, but the draw he has on him is completely magnetic.
So when he literally puts his arms around him to draw him back in, Ciro doesn't do much to protest. How can he? His eyes close and he leans into the contact, this time it's his own hands that rest on Rune's sides experimentally. As though at any moment Rune will come to his senses and shove him away. He knows there has to be some amount of his friend that really wants this closeness or he wouldn't have acted on it, but he can't tell how much is the aftereffects of that messed up spell, and how much is Rune really trying to open up.
He takes in his scent while he's close, and it's clean, crisp, and perfect. Just like Rune. For a moment it's easy to just believe that they can get away with this. He can stay with him like this, they can even kiss, and nothing would change. But that was a daydream, wasn't it?]
You can't be rid of me that easily. I'm not going anywhere.
[Ciro debates about whether or not to respond to the suggestion of a kiss. It would only be a disappointment. He tastes like nicotine and jasmine tea. Definitely not the most appealing combination at the moment.]
[ There's something right on the tip of his tongue that says he should give Ciro space. He should retreat to his room and nurse the remainder of the spell out of his system until he's collected enough to have a real conversation, until he's able to explain to him what he'd been doing and why he might need his help. Sometimes, it requires more magic than even Rune himself has, and it's a sobering thought in the wake of everything that's unfolding between them. How should he answer? The moment and the rest of the night seem to be balanced on the cusp of his own actions.
That, too, he hates. ]
I won't. [ The reply leaves him before he can swallow it down. ] Promise me that you'll consider it.
[ Unlike his usual air, Rune doesn't elaborate too much on those words and what they might mean. He wants Ciro to decipher them on his own, and besides, he isn't feeling particular brave enough to broach the topic of their relationship right now. This must be another side effect of the magic, exhaling slowly just before he leans forward and presses a chaste kiss to the curve of Chiro's cheek. He rests his forehead against him, trying to collect his thoughts. ]
I can't do tea, but I would like a drink. [ A pause. ] Let's go out.
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Rune rests his chin lightly atop Ciro's shoulder. ]
I hate tea. [ The irony will never stop being hilarious to someone, he's sure. ] I don't think I'd hate it so much if you really wanted to try. A kiss?
[ Something real, not the friendly grazes of lips to his forehead or his cheek when he's disappearing out the door to be with someone he'll more than likely never see again. Rune can never keep up with Ciro's social life, and some part of him prefers it that way. Jealousy is a dangerous creature to a witch. So, even if it prickles under his skin every now and then, Rune has it locked so tightly under control that it couldn't possibly escape unless someone forced it out of him with magic. He thinks about it as he gently nudges at the side of the other's face, hands flattening so that the arms around him are loose. ]
Don't leave me, Ciro.
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So when he literally puts his arms around him to draw him back in, Ciro doesn't do much to protest. How can he? His eyes close and he leans into the contact, this time it's his own hands that rest on Rune's sides experimentally. As though at any moment Rune will come to his senses and shove him away. He knows there has to be some amount of his friend that really wants this closeness or he wouldn't have acted on it, but he can't tell how much is the aftereffects of that messed up spell, and how much is Rune really trying to open up.
He takes in his scent while he's close, and it's clean, crisp, and perfect. Just like Rune. For a moment it's easy to just believe that they can get away with this. He can stay with him like this, they can even kiss, and nothing would change. But that was a daydream, wasn't it?]
You can't be rid of me that easily. I'm not going anywhere.
[Ciro debates about whether or not to respond to the suggestion of a kiss. It would only be a disappointment. He tastes like nicotine and jasmine tea. Definitely not the most appealing combination at the moment.]
I don't want you to hate kissing me..
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That, too, he hates. ]
I won't. [ The reply leaves him before he can swallow it down. ] Promise me that you'll consider it.
[ Unlike his usual air, Rune doesn't elaborate too much on those words and what they might mean. He wants Ciro to decipher them on his own, and besides, he isn't feeling particular brave enough to broach the topic of their relationship right now. This must be another side effect of the magic, exhaling slowly just before he leans forward and presses a chaste kiss to the curve of Chiro's cheek. He rests his forehead against him, trying to collect his thoughts. ]
I can't do tea, but I would like a drink. [ A pause. ] Let's go out.