Ari ♫ ♪ ♬ (gracenotes) wrote in emillion, |
To call Ari’s immediate and brilliant smile ecstatic (or perhaps triumphant) would certainly seem to be accurate. Aside from Aspel’s sudden and utterly adorable outburst (she reminded herself she must try to trigger one herself in future as she leaned sideways to rest against the other woman’s arm, placing a soft and brief kiss on her shoulder), Drake’s response was exactly what she’d hoped for. “Darling, that sounds like a fine plan. Now why didn’t I think of that myself?” No sarcasm apparent, of course. “If you’re amenable,” she said, turning to Aspel, “I’m sure a nice breeze and a pretty view would only serve to improve our mutual appetites.” “Frederick is suiting.” Was all Aspel would offer, still feeling oddly self-conscious having this conversation…. In front of Ari. The outburst would have made her feel awkward regardless of if it was her and Drake alone or not, but… Showing such a vulnerable, private part of her relationship with Drake so blatantly to Ari, well… It just felt… Queer. Why precisely? She hadn’t a clue, but… Perhaps with time, she could figure that out too. Maybe, in some weird round about way, it was because these shows of affection, these displays of real, deep emotion, were hard enough to show to one person. Perhaps it was because with each second longer of truth displayed of herself to both of them at the same time, she cemented the bonds they were building individually, and as a whole, maybe… “That sounds ideal, Seraph. Faram knows that all hunger ought to be appropriately satiated.” The question, and answer pulled Aspel out of the potentially fear inducing spiral of her own thoughts, and for that she was terribly thankful. A kiss was placed against Ari’s forehead before Aspel shifted, and began to collect the food so that it could be carried up to the roof. Ari’s reaction made him think that he’d been played, but then, that wasn’t anything new. And calling her out on it wouldn’t do anything, so he helped Aspel pack things up and disappeared back into his room for a moment. The blanket he’d used to drape over himself in his ill attempt to hide was retrieved and he returned with it thrown over his shoulder. “There’s a staircase that leads up. Come on.” “We’re right behind you, I assure,” Ari said. As they fell into step behind him, she murmured very softly to Aspel, “And this is why I said we needed no alternate plan.” Things were piled into the basket, and anything that magically didn’t fit anymore for… Faram knew what reason… Were simply gathered up between her arms. “Ah.” Was the only response given to Ari’s whisper, and not a single thought else was going to be spared on this whole thing because if it was, well…… It was simply better that it wasn’t was what things came down to in the end. Aspel easily waited for Drake to lead the way, following along somewhat absently, watching the stairwell and things pass them by as they went. Had she ever been up here before? Her memory was terrible on this sort of thing it would seem but she was fairly certain she hadn’t. Regardless, once up top, the smith would simply begin setting things up so that short work would be made of the task at hand. There was no point dawdling on set up when there were things that were much more fun that they all could be doing. The weather had cooled significantly since he’d last left the house - he hadn’t been cooped up all day, thank you very much, despite what Ari had thought - and he was glad for it. The idea of sitting up here in sweltering heat, watching fireworks, wasn’t exactly high on his want list. Instead, he helped Aspel lay out the blanket and food with a slight smile on his face. He knew that they were right - he needed to start getting out more. Sitting at home and running through his thoughts wasn’t healthy, and it wasn’t helping. It was easier to remember that out here, with them, than it was on his own. |