diabolizes | pcs with psyche

[ That hits a nostalgic note... She puts a hand over her mouth to stifle what would be an undignified giggle with a mouth of cake. ]

Medea said something like that, too. "Become someone." I can't use my power openly at home. But I hope I can find that certainty that you have.

[ It's just a silly, momentary dream. But thinking about being able to do something with them in his world is nice. She gives his suggestion a nod. ]

You're always helping me with things again. What about yours?

[ He knows there’s a level of impossibility to it—he doesn’t want to put Psyche through any trouble in his world, and he isn’t sure if the power to bring her there even really exists. But… it’s a nice thought, and it warms his heart more than the coffee ever will. ]

My power? What would you like to know?

[ Wei Wuxian chances a glance at her, and his question sounds open-ended. She can ask whatever she likes. ]

[ She glances up to meet his look, gauging his expression quickly to see if she's touching on anything sensitive. ]

Yours are a little like mine, aren't they? You had to teach yourself?

[ Since his techniques are different from the ones most people in his world use, and what he said about the Burial Mound... ]

I did. I invented this method of cultivation all on my own and am the only expert in it. Probably because it’s considered heresy even in my world.

[ He has a bite of cake, seemingly pretty unbothered by her question. ]

But it was necessary. I had no other means of protecting myself or fighting in the war. My previous method of fighting became useless to me.

[ She nods, leaning a tiny bit more weight against him for a moment in wordless assurance. The heresy doesn't bother her in the least. ]

I think that's amazing. Instead of giving up, you just... started over like that. Is it because you're a genius?

[ Maybe there's a tiny note of teasing, but she means it too. ]

[ He laughs. ]

Of course it is!

[ But he has a much more serious answer to that. ]

My will to live was strong enough that I found a way to survive, and a way to live.

[ Especially here, that's such a reassuring answer. She hums in agreement and closes her eyes. ]

And because of that, we got to meet like this. As long as you feel like that, I won't worry here.

You shouldn’t.

[ He would give his life for someone else, but he’ll do whatever he can otherwise. ]

Should I worry about you?

Are you worried?

[ Is that why he brought her the cake? She glances up again with a smile. ]

I have too many things I want to protect. I'm not going to give up, either. I already decided that.

[ She would sacrifice herself for that, but she's not running away anymore. ]

[ He nods. ]

I am. But I feel reassured hearing that from you. I’ll take your word for it.

[ After all, he has no reason not to. Psyche has always been extremely sincere. ]

Good. You'd better! I'm always honest, with you.

[ Probably she should question herself more about why he'd been so easy to let her guard down with. Instead, she just picks up her cup of sweet coffee again. ]

Still tired?

[ After that trial, she assumes he must be. ]

A little. But I feel more energized now.

[ Funny how Psyche’s company can be better than a cup of coffee for him. ]

Your healing powers really are impressive.

Are you sure it's not the cake? It really does help.

[ That's definitely not what has her feeling a little more herself right now, though. She sighs softly in contentment. ]

Sweets don’t work on me in the same way they work on you.

[ He grins, reaching for his coffee and having another sip. ]

So it’s you.

[ So much for deflecting... That makes her blush so much more than his quip in the first place, which she tries to cover with a laugh as she draws her legs up closer to her chest. ]

Haha... you really are helping me discover new ways to use my power already. I'm glad.

[ Poor Psyche. Except not really. He laughs as she blushes and turns to face her more fully so he can see that blush on her cheeks. ]

And you’ve helped me feel like I can open up more easily. Without you, I don’t think I would have spoken to anyone else about my feelings.

[ Wait, no, he's not supposed to be looking. She darts a quick look up at his face again. ]

...If you're able to do that, it's proof of your own hard work. But I'm... I'm so happy, then.

[ And very flustered, as is obvious from her voice and the fact that she's still trying to curl herself a little smaller. ]

Well, hard work is always easier if someone is helping you with it, is it not?

[ But wow. She’s so flustered that he just looks at her for a long, long moment. Suddenly, it’s like they’re back at the curfew party, and all he can think about is one thing. ]

May I kiss you?

[ For an instant it's like the world comes to a complete halt. She isn't even sure she's breathing, though she can hear her heart thundering in her chest. He'd thought she was bold the night before, but that was -- she's all too aware of how quickly her makeshift courage crumbles when her heart gets involved.

But if she just sits there staring at him he'll think that she wants to say no, and that isn't it at all, so she reaches out to grab his hand in a panic while she tries to find her voice. ]

...Yes.

[ It's to both of the things he said. But most especially the second. ]

[ There is a moment where he’s worried he might get rejected, but then she grabs onto his hand and that breath caught in his throat is finally freed in the form of a soft huff.

Wei Wuxian isn’t great at initiating something like this, so he tries not to think about it too much as he leans forward and presses their lips together. ]

[ It really is cute that he's shy... the contact seems to resolve Psyche that her internal crisis can, at the very least, wait for a less pressing moment. She tilts her head to meet him and smiles just a little against his lips, reaching up to wind her arms around his neck as she kisses back. She wouldn't have let herself get quite this demonstrative during the party game, but this is very different now. ]

[ Despite his lies about having six children, romance has never been anything he’s concerned himself with much. As a flighty person, he’s always been hard to pin down. Here, however… he’s been forced to slow down and consider his own feelings in relation to everyone else.

So… it’s easy, much easier than he expected, to bring a hand up to cup her cheek, his fingers catching on a few strands of her golden hair. It certainly is different when this isn’t part of a game, and he’s instead choosing to activity initiate.

He pulls away a few centimeters, briefly meeting Psyche’s gaze, before immediately moving in for another kiss. ]

[ The moment their eyes meet brings the blush back to her face in full force. For a second she thinks he might pull away after all — but his hand is still on her cheek, and she leans into his palm as if drawn to it. It's so easy to betray herself when she knows full well how badly she wants to be cared for, when trusting him is so effortless. She makes a soft sound into the kiss and leans in to meet him, sliding her hands a little down his back for leverage and for courage as she presses closer. ]

[ Ah… this… is new. That soft sound from Psyche brings a whole new emotion bubbling up in his chest and his desire to be closer must be just as strong as hers as his free hand settles down near her waist as he shifts closer as well. They’ll probably end up lying amongst the pillows at this rate, but he doesn’t really care.

He presses his tongue against Psyche’s lips, swiping along her bottom lip in an exploratory fashion to see if she’ll part them under his insistence. There’s no rush to his silent question however, as he ultimately wants to leave this up to her. ]

[ They almost certainly will, because he's still too tall, and the closer they get the more she has to tilt her head back. Not that she seems to mind in the slightest. There's only a beat of hesitation before she parts her lips for him, more coaxing than shy as she brings her hand up to the back of his neck and brushes her tongue gently against his.

This is familiar enough territory for her still; even the swell of emotion has a touch of familiar ache. But it's different because it's him. She won't let herself dwell on those memories just now. Instead she gives him a light tug, trying to get him to sink down more to the pillows with her where she won't have to think about their heights at all. ]

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