#happy birthday izumo i am sorry we suck so hard

[ao-no-eishi-blog]

"You're as cold as ice, but don' worry. I got th' heat to warm you up~" Unusually casual (even blunt) for him. But maybe it would work this way?

The sensation of a hand against his cheek, sliding a strand of navy behind his ear & leaves a tickling sensation behind, the ghost of warmth remains a little longer than the actual touch. Words are spoken with the same temperature, it leaves him pondering for a moment, smile on the tip of his lips. He was teasing, his majesty could tell by the way an eyebrow would rise, even though tinted shades would cover most of his expression.

« What if prefer the cold over the heat? » he speaks & that smile finally becomes wide enough he can’t hide it anymore. This situation is far from tense, far from creating more distance between the two individuals; quite the contrary, to be honest, it was to invite further in. And so the king tilts head a little & steps closer so more, breath turning visible at this cold night of April, a faint hint of bright grey between the two of them. 

There are hands on his hips all of a sudden & he arches his back, as if the difference in height was larger than just that shrinking minimal hint. « Though exceptions can be made & maybe, my opinion will be changed. »

With lashes lowered he watched as the bartender purse’s his lips, another tease about to slip past his mouth. So he lifts his hand & places the font of his index against it, banning him from speaking just yet. A curious gaze is offered right away, it stays silent for a little longer & Reisi leans in to seal lips for a short touch, a quick peck. 

« I brought a present. You wouldn’t want to displease me & risk not getting it tonight, would you? » A smile. Another move forward, Izumo leans in to bring them together a second time, not much longer than the one before. He seems to be agreeing & cooperating, waiting patiently for the king to take the next step. It does not take long for Reisi to turn around & free himself from the embrace he has been kept in, reaching for a hand before moving forward to approach the next room ( they have been in this dimly lit corridor for quite a while, Izumo muses silently ). It is the living room of the blue king himself, seemingly the source of light for that a couple of small lamps are illuminating it’s walls, assisted by a single candle in the middle of the table in front of the couch. 

« Did you know that the German people have their own culture for wine, particularly the sparkling kind? » He probably knew & Reisi could probably tell by the way he smiles at him.It’s an invitation to stay the night, the first in months ( maybe ever? ) & Izumo shall gladly accept it.