closed ⚡🪶 if the wind knocks on your window

[garudas]

Who: Cidolfus Telamon & Benedikta Harman.
Status: Closed.
Where: The Roost, Latrommi.
What: Benedikta "accidentally" returns to the Roost for good. Event stuff later.
Warnings: The usual CidBenna warnings. :')

homecoming 🌷
not so sweet dreams 🌙
sun of a beach 🏖️

Comments

[ramuhs]

I'd say so, given that they don't move so fast.

[And now she is being distracting as he sets down the chart.]

[garudas]

[She isn't trying to be distracting. It's hardly her fault!]

What, you don't want to chart more? I can pick out at least three that are unnamed on there.

[Alright, maybe a little...]

[ramuhs]

Maybe I feel like charting something else.

[Definitely her fault, but now it's his fault that he is turning more towards her, lips closer to hers as he looks at her with that usual roguish playfulness.]

[garudas]

[She dips her head away before his lips can capture hers with a playful roll of her eyes.]

And what might that be?

[ramuhs]

[And will just chase~]

I think you know.

[garudas]

[The wind will rustle that star map just enough for it to make noise.]

More of the stars, yes?

[She might just want to hear him say it, so she won't give in that easily, and she even leans over, her lips tipping away from him again just enough that she can point to the paper, drawing a line between a few more random dots on the page.]

Look here, we could make a sword out of these...

[ramuhs]

[Oh playing that game is she? He'll just push her more back as he looks down at her.]

More of a special someone.

[May or may not have been deliberate with that particular word choice—]

[garudas]

[She falls easily to the blanket and the pile of pillows, her arms spreading out on either side of her, and she grins right back up at him...

...

....

Only to have it replaced with a light-hearted, yet withering look at his word choice, because yes, it was very pointed, and yes, message received.]

Are you still on about that?

[ramuhs]

I haven't the foggiest what you mean, special someone.

[Yes he is still on that.]

[garudas]

[Oh, for the love of—

She rolls her eyes.]

I think you do. And you are getting it wrong.

[Rubbing some salt on this very silly wound? Never...]

It was my someone.

[ramuhs]

[A small scoff.]

That even sounds less meaningful.

[And he'll now roll off her to lie flat on his back. Totally not pouting.

he's sulking]

[garudas]

[She watches him, stunned, as he rolls off of her and onto his back, and with a shocked, disgruntled noise, she props herself up on her elbow to stare at him.]

How is that less meaningful!? And were you not just pouting about this earlier, too?

[ramuhs]

Well that just makes me sound like some random possession, not to mention it has zero affection.

[garudas]

[The furrow in her brow grows deeper.]

Well, what would you have me call you then!?

[Here they go again—]

Surely not... that word... It sounds ridiculous.

[Don't even make her say it.]

[ramuhs]

Which word?

[Smiiiling.]

[garudas]

[What did we just say—

Whatever happened to that pout of his? Why is he grinning like a cat now?

Benedikta visibly winces, her lips parting to say it, but even her voice comes out strained when it does.]

Boy...friend...

[And here comes another pillow being dropped over his face.]

[ramuhs]

[There's a bark of laughter that's muffled by the pillow.]

You know, it's starting to grow on me.

[garudas]

[She flops back down onto her back, arms folding across her chest with as much defiance as she can muster.]

Sulk all you like, I am not calling you my...

[Nope, she can't even say it, it sounds so stupid.]

Who even came up with that name anyway?

[She hears it so much in this world!?]

[ramuhs]

[He manages to stop chuckling and hug the pillow as he looks over at her.]

There surely must be something you find less offensive.

[garudas]

I don't find it offensive.

[She echoes that last word with a slightly mocking and petulant emphasis.]

I just find it a little... childish. You are not a boy...

[ramuhs]

[He can't help but snort and chuckle.]

Okay then one of the other many terms. Surely there must be some moniker that suits your tastes.

[garudas]

[At his laugh, she turns her head to stare at him.]

Yes, there is.

[A very pointed pause.]

I quite like "Cidolfus".

[ramuhs]

You know what I mean.

[Now it's his turn to lightly bop her with the pillow.]

[garudas]

I do, but I still have no moniker that suits my tastes.

[She grabs the pillow and shoves it aside with a crinkled nose.]

None of them seem to fit you. Or us.

[Hence why they have not found something yet.]

Surely you do not want to be my paramour, or my... beau. Or... [What was it that Gojo had used?] My... Pookie Pie.

[ramuhs]

[He just kind of tilts his head one way and then another in time to her suggestions...until that last one.]

Your what?

[That gets him to sit up slightly to look at her.]