[ Hypnos will appear at her place. It's an assumption that she's home, sure. So he has prepared a backup plan to indicate he'll find a better time to come over. Just a single blue Peony in his hands and a note tucked into his pocket. He's dressed properly - well, as properly as he gets. Relaxed fit black slacks and a button up tee that is a little loose on him.
He knocks.
Because he wasn't going to keep her waiting too long. ]
[She answers the door, peeking carefully around it as she isn't expecting a visitor. Somehow, she isn't surprised to see Hypnos on the step.
Her cheeks flush with immediate pleasure at seeing him and she pulls the door open, smiling brightly.]
Did you get dressed up for me again? [It's sweet. She likes it. Jane is in a long, loose brown skirt and a white blouse, her hair half tied back.] I was just cleaning up, but uhm... you can come in if you'd like.
[ He's happy to see her, and he's happy she's home. Because he has thought about it his whole walk (yes, walk) over. He wants a kiss, yes, but he mostly wants a date and he wants to do it right. He wants to do it right because he does like her.
He steps in after her and nods. ]
Well, a bit. I'm just trying not to look like I rolled out of bed.
[ He looks around. And - wait, what was he here for? His mind blanks out for a moment on all things he went over on making this right and instead he asks: ]
If you're busy, I can wait. I don't mind. Or - help.
[ He doesn't offer to help much. He doesn't want to disrupt what she's doing to ask her. ]
[Jane chuckles. She'd seen how he was dressed at the tournaments and expects that that is how he usually dresses, and it is terribly sweet that he's making such an effort to look nice for her. That she's managed to make such an impression is enough to provoke a small flutter in the pit of her stomach.]
Mm... all right. You can dry the dishes while I wash them.
[And with that, she takes him to the kitchen where there's a small stack of dishes half-washed. She tosses Hypnos a towel without much thought as to the fact she's currently requesting that a god dry the dishes.
He wants to be treated like a normal person, though, right?]
Stand just there. And-- [She spots the flower, and smiles.] Is that for me?
[ He's never dried a dish in his life, but he's going to do his absolute best. And while it seems like it might be a rather repetitive task if he were doing it on his own, standing here with her doesn't seem like it'd be so bad. They can talk, even. He accepts the towel in one hand and holds up the blue peony in another.
There's a brief flush and a -- nervous? Yes, nervous, sound. It was brief before he tried to refocus. ]
Yes. I thought it might be a good option. You know? It works if you're not home and if you are. So I wanted to have it - to be proper.
[ Whoah, he's -- fumbling over it. It's not like it takes a lot of words to find the right ones to ask someone on a date that you genuinely, really like. Not really. But he sure doesn't know what those right words are right now. ]
It's -- [ he's trying to find them ] I just really do like you. And spending time with you. And for once I really care about doing something right.
[She takes the flower delicately and, in the absence of anywhere else to put it at the moment, tucks the stem carefully behind her ear. Jane is smiling, faintly flushed with what he say to her as her mind races across the sheer impropriety of it and how she would undoubtedly be ostracised within society back home for dating...
But she isn't at home, and she can do anything she likes here... and what she wants to do is this.]
I like you, too. [Jane looks up at him with a bright smile. She really does like him, she thinks, and if the way her thoughts have been obsessing over him since their last date is anything to go by, she likes him a great deal.] This isn't what I expected at all... but I'm happy.
[Happy to have his attention. That he wants to spend time with her, even if it's just like this.]
[ He thinks maybe it's not just nerves, but when he considers it, it probably is. Yeah - it definitely is. It explains why even simple words escape him. ]
I mean, maybe not. But it's also -- it's very new.
[ So it's been a lot of people watching or trying to figure it out by engaging with her directly. And his desire for once to really do something right. And he's never been nervous in his life before. He wasn't even last time he had messaged her asking. Because he walked in with the assumption that she wouldn't want to anyway.
Well, now is as good as time as any, right? ]
Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies with me on a date, Jane. And, after the movie, we can get something to eat.
[And she passes him a plate to dry as she answers, flushing pink in spite of all efforts to ensure she doesn't. There's not much to be done about such a natural reaction.]
I'd love to do that with you. [And that had been very well done considering how nervous he'd seemed about it. She looks up again and her heart does a little jump in her chest. She had said...
Hypnos has to momentarily reboot because part of him didn't realize it was for real real. But, he has an idea that he think will be nice. ]
Oh yeah - I --
[ He leans, a little, but then Jane will feel herself being lifted gently and slowly being lifted as he uses small bits of kinetic magic to get her off of the ground. Just closer moment by moment. ]
[She's not about to make such a statement and not follow through! Jane Porter is no hussy, though she feels terribly daring to be doing this when they haven't even been on two dates.
He leans down, then her feet are suddenly lifting off the floor and she squeaks in alarm, grabbing his shoulders with both hands. The surprise fades quickly and she laughs as one of her shoes slips off her foot and hits the kitchen floor.]
Ah--.. well.
[Gently, she brushes a hand through his hair where it curls below and behind his ear. It's still soft. Her fingers settle behind his neck and she leans in, pressing a warm kiss to his mouth.]
[ He says it, just as she squeaks when she's being lifted off the ground. But she's holding onto his shoulders and that little bit of extra is nice, and she doesn't seem upset. So maybe the idea was a good one. He placed his hands gingerly on either of her cheeks. His own actions are gentle.
His face flushes in a blush, cheeks and ears warm all the way to his ears.
And he leans into that kiss. Not a peck on his cheek or on the corner of his lips. And he doesn't feel near as flustered as he had thought he would when it actually happens. Not as flustered as he was in every moment leading up to it.
He feels happy. He feels light and easy and he likes the feel of her hands in his hair. He feels butterflies doing flips and it's a lot, but he's happy to have her so close to him.
He doesn't linger too long, and after what feels like so both a lot of time and not enough, he pulls away, staying in close.
And for the first time he can think of - he has nothing to say. ]
[She lets out a little giggle, and while it's not quite a nervous sound it is a shy one. Suddenly, she can't quite meet his eyes and she's pink all the way to the tips of her ears.]
Hmm. Well.
[How bold! How daring! She can hardly believe she'd been so brazen. Jane presses her lips together and tries in vain to hide a smile, but it doesn't work at all. Her fingers brush through the soft curls at the nape of Hypnos' neck as she rests her forearms lightly against his shoulders.]
You ought to know... I would have done that anyway, regardless of whether or not you'd made a complete mess of things.
[ At least he's not alone in how flushed his face is. He feels like his face and ears are radiating heat. He's happy, though. He's smiling with pure, unrestricted delight. Affection had been such an unknown, but being here, he understands why people enjoy it so much. Even something so straightforward and sincere as a kiss.
Those soft touches at the curls of his hair. The way she's holding onto him, almost. The way his hands drift affectionately from her cheeks to the back of her head, to her neck. But he dares not let them drift any further. ]
I -- [ He wouldn't have guessed that. ] I'm glad to know. But I'm still glad to have done it right. I mean, you deserve to be treated right.
[She tips her head slightly against the brush of his fingers on her cheek, giving him a soft and warm smile that lingers around her eyes and the corners of her mouth after it fades.]
You truly mean that, don't you.
[Jane, of course, does indeed believe that she deserves nothing less than that, but it makes her chest flutter to hear it spoken so earnestly from the target of her affections.]
You're terribly sweet, Hypnos. I find it hard to believe you've never done anything like this before.
[ Ah - that smile. He has butterflies. It's so nice to have them, too. ]
Of course I mean it.
[ He's not always super sincere, he likes to tease people and joke with them. But right now? He's totally serious when he talks to her. He means every single word that he says, and then she says he's sweet and -- wait, the blush never really left his cheeks, did it? ]
Huh, really? Well, I guess I've never really liked someone the way I like you before.
[ Still sincere. ]
And it's not like dating is a totally normal thing for gods. You just kind of -- do whatever you want, I guess?
[There's a small thud as one of her shoes hits the floor, and the other follows it after a far more deliberate wiggle of her foot. It does feel very odd to be floating like this, but... she can't say she minds.
Jane cards her fingers through his hair again. It's soft, and the silly thought occurs to her that it's how clouds might feel. She lets the strands fall through the gaps between her fingers and feels how they drop back into those gentle curls again.]
The myths do give that impression. [She tells him, though it's certainly more the Olympians than any of the Chthonic deities.
The young woman tilts her head slightly. She's never been this close to his face for this long and her thoughts tumble out if her mouth without a mind for how strange she might sound.]
You have... very pretty eyes. Like pale amber. Or honey.
[ You can't just tell a guy that he has pretty eyes like that, Jane. He doesn't know what to say or do. He's just quiet, staring intently at her with warm cheeks and ears and blinks at her. It takes him a few moments before he speaks again. ]
O-oh. Thank you.
[ He bites back the temptation to turn a compliment towards him into a joke or self deprecation. It's difficult, and it's probably clear by the momentary fumbling before he says anything else. ]
No one's said something like that before to me.
[ He realizes that she probably has no idea what she does to him. How he feels so good with her. Like he feels so complimented and undeserving, but she's still here. His thumb moves over her cheek, a soft and affectionate motion. ]
I don't think I've ever been this close to anyone. You know... that's why I picked a blue flower, right?
[Jane has quickly gained the impression that Hypnos has been, if not outright poorly treated, certainly ignored and overlooked. If not always, then at least for long enough to manifest these behaviours and reactions that show themselves so clearly when she says something nice about him or shows interest in him as a person.
It prods at a soft, tender part of her heart. Already, she feels that he is so deserving of every kind word she gives to him. She wouldn't give them if he wasn't.]
I think I can guess. [The flower does match her eyes, now she thinks about it.
Still buoyed up by his kinetic magic, she uses the arm draped over his shoulder to carefully move in closer to him. She almost pushes flush up against him, separated by barely enough of a gap to pass a hair through in some places, and her heart races.
Her fingers push into his hair again, curl, and lightly grip it.
And then, despite being so sure she would do it only once today, and once again against all propriety, she kisses Hypnos again.]
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[ Well that came out sappier than intended, but the message is gone so -- ]
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That's...
Endearing. Again.]
You should know that I intend to hold you to a very high standard, given I was so lax about it the first time.
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[ Because in the end it's an even better compliment?? ]
If I get it wrong, just shoo me away.
[ He does not actually think he's going to do it wrong, though. ]
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But if you do a very good job of it I might give you another kiss.
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Ah - yeah. I'd very much like that, so I'll do the best possible job.
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[Funny thing to say to a god, but she's having increasing difficulty in seeing him as one.]
Don't keep me waiting too long.
1/2 - again in this thread LMFAO
this is sort of action-y.
He knocks.
Because he wasn't going to keep her waiting too long. ]
we can't be stopped
Her cheeks flush with immediate pleasure at seeing him and she pulls the door open, smiling brightly.]
Did you get dressed up for me again? [It's sweet. She likes it. Jane is in a long, loose brown skirt and a white blouse, her hair half tied back.] I was just cleaning up, but uhm... you can come in if you'd like.
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He steps in after her and nods. ]
Well, a bit. I'm just trying not to look like I rolled out of bed.
[ He looks around. And - wait, what was he here for? His mind blanks out for a moment on all things he went over on making this right and instead he asks: ]
If you're busy, I can wait. I don't mind. Or - help.
[ He doesn't offer to help much. He doesn't want to disrupt what she's doing to ask her. ]
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Mm... all right. You can dry the dishes while I wash them.
[And with that, she takes him to the kitchen where there's a small stack of dishes half-washed. She tosses Hypnos a towel without much thought as to the fact she's currently requesting that a god dry the dishes.
He wants to be treated like a normal person, though, right?]
Stand just there. And-- [She spots the flower, and smiles.] Is that for me?
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[ He's never dried a dish in his life, but he's going to do his absolute best. And while it seems like it might be a rather repetitive task if he were doing it on his own, standing here with her doesn't seem like it'd be so bad. They can talk, even. He accepts the towel in one hand and holds up the blue peony in another.
There's a brief flush and a -- nervous? Yes, nervous, sound. It was brief before he tried to refocus. ]
Yes. I thought it might be a good option. You know? It works if you're not home and if you are. So I wanted to have it - to be proper.
[ Whoah, he's -- fumbling over it. It's not like it takes a lot of words to find the right ones to ask someone on a date that you genuinely, really like. Not really. But he sure doesn't know what those right words are right now. ]
It's -- [ he's trying to find them ] I just really do like you. And spending time with you. And for once I really care about doing something right.
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[She takes the flower delicately and, in the absence of anywhere else to put it at the moment, tucks the stem carefully behind her ear. Jane is smiling, faintly flushed with what he say to her as her mind races across the sheer impropriety of it and how she would undoubtedly be ostracised within society back home for dating...
But she isn't at home, and she can do anything she likes here... and what she wants to do is this.]
I like you, too. [Jane looks up at him with a bright smile. She really does like him, she thinks, and if the way her thoughts have been obsessing over him since their last date is anything to go by, she likes him a great deal.] This isn't what I expected at all... but I'm happy.
[Happy to have his attention. That he wants to spend time with her, even if it's just like this.]
So there's no need to be nervous.
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I mean, maybe not. But it's also -- it's very new.
[ So it's been a lot of people watching or trying to figure it out by engaging with her directly. And his desire for once to really do something right. And he's never been nervous in his life before. He wasn't even last time he had messaged her asking. Because he walked in with the assumption that she wouldn't want to anyway.
Well, now is as good as time as any, right? ]
Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies with me on a date, Jane. And, after the movie, we can get something to eat.
[ Well - at least he's out with it. ]
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[And she passes him a plate to dry as she answers, flushing pink in spite of all efforts to ensure she doesn't. There's not much to be done about such a natural reaction.]
I'd love to do that with you. [And that had been very well done considering how nervous he'd seemed about it. She looks up again and her heart does a little jump in her chest. She had said...
But he's very tall.]
You're going to have to lean down.
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Hypnos has to momentarily reboot because part of him didn't realize it was for real real. But, he has an idea that he think will be nice. ]
Oh yeah - I --
[ He leans, a little, but then Jane will feel herself being lifted gently and slowly being lifted as he uses small bits of kinetic magic to get her off of the ground. Just closer moment by moment. ]
How about this?
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He leans down, then her feet are suddenly lifting off the floor and she squeaks in alarm, grabbing his shoulders with both hands. The surprise fades quickly and she laughs as one of her shoes slips off her foot and hits the kitchen floor.]
Ah--.. well.
[Gently, she brushes a hand through his hair where it curls below and behind his ear. It's still soft. Her fingers settle behind his neck and she leans in, pressing a warm kiss to his mouth.]
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[ He says it, just as she squeaks when she's being lifted off the ground. But she's holding onto his shoulders and that little bit of extra is nice, and she doesn't seem upset. So maybe the idea was a good one. He placed his hands gingerly on either of her cheeks. His own actions are gentle.
His face flushes in a blush, cheeks and ears warm all the way to his ears.
And he leans into that kiss. Not a peck on his cheek or on the corner of his lips. And he doesn't feel near as flustered as he had thought he would when it actually happens. Not as flustered as he was in every moment leading up to it.
He feels happy. He feels light and easy and he likes the feel of her hands in his hair. He feels butterflies doing flips and it's a lot, but he's happy to have her so close to him.
He doesn't linger too long, and after what feels like so both a lot of time and not enough, he pulls away, staying in close.
And for the first time he can think of - he has nothing to say. ]
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Hmm. Well.
[How bold! How daring! She can hardly believe she'd been so brazen. Jane presses her lips together and tries in vain to hide a smile, but it doesn't work at all. Her fingers brush through the soft curls at the nape of Hypnos' neck as she rests her forearms lightly against his shoulders.]
You ought to know... I would have done that anyway, regardless of whether or not you'd made a complete mess of things.
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Those soft touches at the curls of his hair. The way she's holding onto him, almost. The way his hands drift affectionately from her cheeks to the back of her head, to her neck. But he dares not let them drift any further. ]
I -- [ He wouldn't have guessed that. ] I'm glad to know. But I'm still glad to have done it right. I mean, you deserve to be treated right.
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You truly mean that, don't you.
[Jane, of course, does indeed believe that she deserves nothing less than that, but it makes her chest flutter to hear it spoken so earnestly from the target of her affections.]
You're terribly sweet, Hypnos. I find it hard to believe you've never done anything like this before.
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Of course I mean it.
[ He's not always super sincere, he likes to tease people and joke with them. But right now? He's totally serious when he talks to her. He means every single word that he says, and then she says he's sweet and -- wait, the blush never really left his cheeks, did it? ]
Huh, really? Well, I guess I've never really liked someone the way I like you before.
[ Still sincere. ]
And it's not like dating is a totally normal thing for gods. You just kind of -- do whatever you want, I guess?
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Jane cards her fingers through his hair again. It's soft, and the silly thought occurs to her that it's how clouds might feel. She lets the strands fall through the gaps between her fingers and feels how they drop back into those gentle curls again.]
The myths do give that impression. [She tells him, though it's certainly more the Olympians than any of the Chthonic deities.
The young woman tilts her head slightly. She's never been this close to his face for this long and her thoughts tumble out if her mouth without a mind for how strange she might sound.]
You have... very pretty eyes. Like pale amber. Or honey.
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O-oh. Thank you.
[ He bites back the temptation to turn a compliment towards him into a joke or self deprecation. It's difficult, and it's probably clear by the momentary fumbling before he says anything else. ]
No one's said something like that before to me.
[ He realizes that she probably has no idea what she does to him. How he feels so good with her. Like he feels so complimented and undeserving, but she's still here. His thumb moves over her cheek, a soft and affectionate motion. ]
I don't think I've ever been this close to anyone. You know... that's why I picked a blue flower, right?
[ Because it matches her eyes, of course. ]
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It prods at a soft, tender part of her heart. Already, she feels that he is so deserving of every kind word she gives to him. She wouldn't give them if he wasn't.]
I think I can guess. [The flower does match her eyes, now she thinks about it.
Still buoyed up by his kinetic magic, she uses the arm draped over his shoulder to carefully move in closer to him. She almost pushes flush up against him, separated by barely enough of a gap to pass a hair through in some places, and her heart races.
Her fingers push into his hair again, curl, and lightly grip it.
And then, despite being so sure she would do it only once today, and once again against all propriety, she kisses Hypnos again.]
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