[ from here: 06. UST kisses. There's been some sort of tension between you for a while. Maybe you fight all the time, maybe you're in love with each other and you keep getting interrupted before anything happens. Either way, that tension needs to end now!
it's a bright, beautiful, unremarkable day at the boardwalk by the beachside. most beachgoers have drifted closer to the water or indoors while the peak of the afternoon sun looms overhead. the boardwalk gojo is walking on will be emptier than usual.
maybe gojo will actually let marcille march up to him and grab his arm without dodging her first, because that's exactly what she tries to do. she's not so intimidating, a little blondie in her blue sundress and sandals, but she moves with enough force to nearly knock off her sunhat, which she manages to smack back onto her head before it flies away. ]
[ gojo sees her coming his way long before she even notices him.
her energy signature is as familiar to him as her highly spirited temper by now and it immediately brings a smile to his face when she inevitably spots him and begins to storm towards him. he doesn't have the first clue what he has done to elicit such a lively response from her — it could be a great number of things — yet he takes it in welcome stride, even generously allowing her to grab a hold of him! he leans forward slightly, gazing down at her through his blindfold. ]
[ she's too pissed to even consider how mind-boggling it is to grab ahold of him. she lets him go, thrusts her hands into the bag at her side. she pulls out a flat, white box and shoves it at him.
it's another gift. unless you have another idea, this time it's an obnoxiously large, expensive necklace with a gaudy, gigantic "M" hanging from its center. ]
[ he rubs his chin thoughtfully as she presents to him the obnoxiously gaudy jewelry he did, in fact, 100% get her (and has since 100% forgotten about), before he tilts his head at her with a faux amount of innocuous puzzlement. ]
It's a necklace. [ he helpfully points out. ] Do you... not know what that is?
[ if marcille weren't angry, she would have been completely flustered by their sudden proximity. at the moment, she doesn't care at all. she glares directly into his blindfold as if his eyes were there. ]
You're the one who keeps leaving useless things at my door! You spend all your kryptos and then go mooch off Megumi because he'll cook for you!
[ she drops that expensive ass necklace and grabs the front of his shirt with both hands now. her whole body feels hot. with anger! yeah! ]
Megumi brings me food whether I ask him to or not. [ he can't help it if his students like to fuss over him. ] Besides, even if he didn't, I eat at the cafeteria like everyone else. [ so, food isn't really an issue. is it? ]
Y'know, [ his smile only widens as she abandons the necklace to get a better grip on him, very graciously leaning down to make it more convenient for her. ] typically people just say 'thanks' when they receive a gift. [ a beat. ] But I guess that's why I like to buy things for you.
[ he lifts a hand just to tap her lightly on her nose. ]
[ marcille scowls harder. she would knock away his hand if she wasn't gripping onto the loose turtleneck collar of his stupid shirt. ]
You always have the right answer to everything, don't you?
[ marcille you like being a smarty pants too. but this isn't about her. it's about gojo, who's so arrogant and too insanely tall, who won't leave her be and treats her like a toy, who has the gall to tap her nose and grin at her and have pretty blue eyes and a handsome, angular face that he absolutely doesn't deserve.
she thinks about this irritating man more than she'll ever admit to; and just when she thinks she's moved on, another box shows up on her doorstep with that familiar handwriting, making her spiral all over again.
her heart hammers. her body temperature skyrockets, even in her cheeks. she twists her hands into his shirt and the tips of their noses nearly brush. she can't stand him. she can't stop thinking about him either. ]
You... You...!
[ she yanks him down and surges her head forward. her lips catch painfully against his, aching against her teeth, and she has to stay on her toes to keep their mouths together. heat floods down her body. she's only distantly aware of her sunhat falling somewhere behind her. ]
[ marcille is not fine. the two of them have stopped in an inn for the evening on their trek through the eastern continent. as they stopped for dinner in the dining hall of their hostel, marcille caught a glimpse of gojo's head turning to scour the hall. his eyes stayed blindfolded, but she knew what his targets were; it isn't the first time gojo's interests had wandered. it wouldn't be the last.
after traveling together for this long, this time stung more than most. she quickly finished her meal and excused herself, poorly hiding the bite in her voice. instead of being left behind, gojo followed her to their shared bedroom despite her protests.
she sets her bag on her bed and rifles through it, roughly drawing out her pajamas. ]
[ he followed her back to the room because she's mad at him again.
as best as she tries to hide it, he can always tell when her mood shifts. the only problem is that he isn't entirely sure what he did tonight to upset her — or at the very least, he doesn't want to assume — and when there is an unresolved issue between them, the best solution is usually the most straightforward solution.
dumping his own bag on a chair, gojo watches marcille yank out her pjs not too nicely. he typically doesn't mind it when she's angry at him; in fact, he finds new ways to rile her up almost daily, but it's admittedly far less fun when he isn't crystal clear on what he did to provoke her. ]
You're very obviously not fine. [ unfortunately, he will never learn how to drop the subject when he doesn't want to. ] Tell me what I did.
[ guilt seeps into her. her back is facing him, but she can hear the trepidation in his voice.
why is she feeling like this now? has it just been building up? it isn't fair to hold him to a standard she never communicated, let alone one she shouldn't have for him in the first place.
she slows down and pauses before heaving a sigh. her pajamas get placed down on the bed more carefully. ]
No... It's nothing you did. You do what you always do. I think I just need to sleep this off.
What's not my fault? [ he crosses his arms as he regards her through the blindfold. might as well lend her a helpin' hand or else they're gonna be at this all night. ] Me checkin' people out...? [ he doesn't want to assume, but it's better that he stands corrected than to let whatever this is continue to fester between them. ] You know I never bring 'em to our room and I shower as soon as I'm back.
[ the words make her chest tighten, all the breath ballooning in her lungs. color rises to her cheeks as she crosses her arms and tilts her head forward.
this is going to ruin everything. she's never been good about hiding her thoughts or emotions. she'd been doing well enough until now, when everything seemed to overflow. ]
It's... not about the room or the showering. It's...
[ she bites her cheek briefly, trying to force the words into being like scrabbling a puzzle together in mere seconds. ]
A thousand years is a long time for you. Don't pretend it's not. So what's stopping you from changing your mind again like you did before? You could just find something [ or someone ] more interesting and then walk off one day. And, really, you should be able to do that if you want. It's your life. You could do that tomorrow and I wouldn't stop you, so...
[ by "tomorrow" she means "when you come back from having sex with whoever" ]
it isn't like he hasn't gotten bored and wandered off on his own before. he always comes back, doesn't he? a momentary interest isn't going to make him change his mind, not when he already made a promise to her and knows just how important it is to keep it. ]
I'm not going to break my word to you, Mar. A thousand years is a thousand years. [ he looks over towards the door and then back at her. ] Sex is just sex, y'know. I only do it 'cause it takes care of my needs. [ he doesn't even do it all that often, in his humble opinion. ] I'm not gonna fall in love with somebody just because I fuck 'em once. [ he doesn't even ask for a name majority of the time. ]
But is that what's really botherin' you? [ he has his doubts. ]
I don't think you'd fall in love, but you could still walk away with them if they...
[ what is her value in his life? without that much delineated, she can only make guesses. he wants to spend the next thousand years with her, sure, but would he do this for anyone in similar circumstances? (the answer may be obvious, but she spirals her way out of simplicity all the time.)
he says he'll stay with her, and deep down, she knows he'll keep his word. so what else could be bothering her?
her face flushes deeper. ]
It's not like your needs are something I could ever help with, so it's not worth having this conversation over! Happy?
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it's a bright, beautiful, unremarkable day at the boardwalk by the beachside. most beachgoers have drifted closer to the water or indoors while the peak of the afternoon sun looms overhead. the boardwalk gojo is walking on will be emptier than usual.
maybe gojo will actually let marcille march up to him and grab his arm without dodging her first, because that's exactly what she tries to do. she's not so intimidating, a little blondie in her blue sundress and sandals, but she moves with enough force to nearly knock off her sunhat, which she manages to smack back onto her head before it flies away. ]
You!
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her energy signature is as familiar to him as her highly spirited temper by now and it immediately brings a smile to his face when she inevitably spots him and begins to storm towards him. he doesn't have the first clue what he has done to elicit such a lively response from her — it could be a great number of things — yet he takes it in welcome stride, even generously allowing her to grab a hold of him! he leans forward slightly, gazing down at her through his blindfold. ]
Yes, me...? [ he points a finger at himself. ]
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[ she's too pissed to even consider how mind-boggling it is to grab ahold of him. she lets him go, thrusts her hands into the bag at her side. she pulls out a flat, white box and shoves it at him.
it's another gift. unless you have another idea, this time it's an obnoxiously large, expensive necklace with a gaudy, gigantic "M" hanging from its center. ]
What am I supposed to do with this?
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It's a necklace. [ he helpfully points out. ] Do you... not know what that is?
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[ if she can, she grabs the front of his shirt and SHAKES THE NECKLACE IN FRONT OF HIS FACE ]
I'm not wearing this! Return it right now! Return it with all the rest of those stupid things you keep giving me!
[ people around them shuffling away like wow a couple arguing in public. embarrassing ]
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wouldn't it be funny if she shakes it so hard it flings off into the distance?
he wonders if he should orchestrno, bad intrusive thoughts. ]If you don't like 'em, then just toss 'em away. [ HUGE SHRUG. ] Why're you comin' to me 'bout it? [ sounds kinda like a you problem ykyk? ]
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You're the one who keeps leaving useless things at my door! You spend all your kryptos and then go mooch off Megumi because he'll cook for you!
[ she drops that expensive ass necklace and grabs the front of his shirt with both hands now. her whole body feels hot. with anger! yeah! ]
And then you won't learn anything! Why me?!
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Y'know, [ his smile only widens as she abandons the necklace to get a better grip on him, very graciously leaning down to make it more convenient for her. ] typically people just say 'thanks' when they receive a gift. [ a beat. ] But I guess that's why I like to buy things for you.
[ he lifts a hand just to tap her lightly on her nose. ]
Your reactions are always so fun~
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You always have the right answer to everything, don't you?
[ marcille you like being a smarty pants too. but this isn't about her. it's about gojo, who's so arrogant and too insanely tall, who won't leave her be and treats her like a toy, who has the gall to tap her nose and grin at her and have pretty blue eyes and a handsome, angular face that he absolutely doesn't deserve.
she thinks about this irritating man more than she'll ever admit to; and just when she thinks she's moved on, another box shows up on her doorstep with that familiar handwriting, making her spiral all over again.
her heart hammers. her body temperature skyrockets, even in her cheeks. she twists her hands into his shirt and the tips of their noses nearly brush. she can't stand him. she can't stop thinking about him either. ]
You... You...!
[ she yanks him down and surges her head forward. her lips catch painfully against his, aching against her teeth, and she has to stay on her toes to keep their mouths together. heat floods down her body. she's only distantly aware of her sunhat falling somewhere behind her. ]
post-syn banging...
[ marcille is not fine. the two of them have stopped in an inn for the evening on their trek through the eastern continent. as they stopped for dinner in the dining hall of their hostel, marcille caught a glimpse of gojo's head turning to scour the hall. his eyes stayed blindfolded, but she knew what his targets were; it isn't the first time gojo's interests had wandered. it wouldn't be the last.
after traveling together for this long, this time stung more than most. she quickly finished her meal and excused herself, poorly hiding the bite in her voice. instead of being left behind, gojo followed her to their shared bedroom despite her protests.
she sets her bag on her bed and rifles through it, roughly drawing out her pajamas. ]
You can go back downstairs. I'm going to sleep.
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as best as she tries to hide it, he can always tell when her mood shifts. the only problem is that he isn't entirely sure what he did tonight to upset her — or at the very least, he doesn't want to assume — and when there is an unresolved issue between them, the best solution is usually the most straightforward solution.
dumping his own bag on a chair, gojo watches marcille yank out her pjs not too nicely. he typically doesn't mind it when she's angry at him; in fact, he finds new ways to rile her up almost daily, but it's admittedly far less fun when he isn't crystal clear on what he did to provoke her. ]
You're very obviously not fine. [ unfortunately, he will never learn how to drop the subject when he doesn't want to. ] Tell me what I did.
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why is she feeling like this now? has it just been building up? it isn't fair to hold him to a standard she never communicated, let alone one she shouldn't have for him in the first place.
she slows down and pauses before heaving a sigh. her pajamas get placed down on the bed more carefully. ]
No... It's nothing you did. You do what you always do. I think I just need to sleep this off.
[ ... ]
You can go back. I'll just see you later, okay?
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let's try to tackle this at a different angle. ]
Don't you know sleepin' while mad gives you wrinkles? You're gonna become a pretty pruney elf if you keep it up.
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but then she whirls her head around to briefly glare at him. there's no use in hiding it. ]
I'll get over it if I just relax!
[ source? she finally turns to face him and sighs again through her nose, looking off to a corner of the room. her ears droop. ]
It's not your fault, okay? I'm just... [ overreacting. now that he's starting to question her, her heart is pounding a little. ] It's my own problem.
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What's not my fault? [ he crosses his arms as he regards her through the blindfold. might as well lend her a helpin' hand or else they're gonna be at this all night. ] Me checkin' people out...? [ he doesn't want to assume, but it's better that he stands corrected than to let whatever this is continue to fester between them. ] You know I never bring 'em to our room and I shower as soon as I'm back.
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this is going to ruin everything. she's never been good about hiding her thoughts or emotions. she'd been doing well enough until now, when everything seemed to overflow. ]
It's... not about the room or the showering. It's...
[ she bites her cheek briefly, trying to force the words into being like scrabbling a puzzle together in mere seconds. ]
A thousand years is a long time for you. Don't pretend it's not. So what's stopping you from changing your mind again like you did before? You could just find something [ or someone ] more interesting and then walk off one day. And, really, you should be able to do that if you want. It's your life. You could do that tomorrow and I wouldn't stop you, so...
[ by "tomorrow" she means "when you come back from having sex with whoever" ]
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it isn't like he hasn't gotten bored and wandered off on his own before. he always comes back, doesn't he? a momentary interest isn't going to make him change his mind, not when he already made a promise to her and knows just how important it is to keep it. ]
I'm not going to break my word to you, Mar. A thousand years is a thousand years. [ he looks over towards the door and then back at her. ] Sex is just sex, y'know. I only do it 'cause it takes care of my needs. [ he doesn't even do it all that often, in his humble opinion. ] I'm not gonna fall in love with somebody just because I fuck 'em once. [ he doesn't even ask for a name majority of the time. ]
But is that what's really botherin' you? [ he has his doubts. ]
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[ what is her value in his life? without that much delineated, she can only make guesses. he wants to spend the next thousand years with her, sure, but would he do this for anyone in similar circumstances? (the answer may be obvious, but she spirals her way out of simplicity all the time.)
he says he'll stay with her, and deep down, she knows he'll keep his word. so what else could be bothering her?
her face flushes deeper. ]
It's not like your needs are something I could ever help with, so it's not worth having this conversation over! Happy?