#ithnan vc: oh no

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hi sorry, saw a meme, here hakuei is in your askbox, hope you don't mind

FIRST THREE EVERYONE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES

Fingers SKIM and refuse to take hold as she leans nearer to him, and Ithnan THINKS for a moment she might kiss him. But then she is only telling him something in a low tone and his fingers on her arms are barely-there and just-brushing skin. 

But of course she will not kiss him, and he CHIDES himself for even the fleeting thought and consideration of impossibility. 

She knows not what she is, nor what she is to HIM. For all that Arba may see her as her own, this is the girl who Ithnan has always believed the fire couldn’t TOUCH. He wonders, even, if any of Arba’s methods will dim the flame who stands before him, who tames the winds with her DJINN and seems to barely touch the ground when she walks.

She is speaking again, and ithnan can only NOD and tell her that he agrees while wondering WHY she even approached him in the first place. Then the name Hakuryuu meets his ears and he gives a little sigh. But of course. The little prince is ALWAYS involved in some way or another and this is no exception. 

That, however, he does not wish to speak of. 

It is HE who does the unthinkable, because he knows it will throw her off balance. It his HE who reaches up to press finger tips against her cheeks as he leans in to press their lips together in an effort to get her to STOP asking the question he cannot-will-not-answer. 

“It is late,” the magician murmurs, skin-to-skin and sharing the same air. “Your questions may PERSEVERE, I believe, until the sun rises.” He pushes away from her, knowing he has INDULGED in what may get him PUNISHED. Though she is not Arba’s yet and he has always been one to pull against the LEASH.