May Catchall with a Lion

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

WHO: Caramia and the whole damn town
WHERE: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
WHEN: May
WHAT: Various stuff
WARNINGS: Fighting monsters? Might be mentions of blood and stuff. Uhh... Everything else will be Good And Wholesome (probably)

If you want to plot anything with me, hmu on rubiesriot or Rubie#6621 on discord!! Organization under the cut.

• House Log with Henry and Kyrie (5/1)
  
• The Night Sky with Kyrie (5/3)
  
• Courage Quest with Shiho, Izuku, Kyrie and Akechi (5/4)
  
• Teaching Ochako and Dextera Sign Language (5/?)
  
• Catching Dumb Birds with Riku and Lupin (5/?)
  
• Talking about Medicine Or Whatever with Yuuya (5/?)
  
• Talking about Fun Books with Noctis (5/?)
  
• Talking about More Fun Books with Kirishima (5/?)
  
• Vriska's here, too (5/?)
  
• Kyrie does the Hug Thing (5/22-ish)

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[ifionlyhadthecourage]

Pervert? Come on, Kyrie... [ Look who was talking! If anyone's a "pervert" out of the two of them, it's certainly not Caramia. Not that he was going to express this. He had more important things on his mind at the moment. ] I meant it!! Do you really have to pull that again? No one's around, who're you trying to convince?

[ There were a lot of things that he was used to Kyrie doing. He'd always sit on Caramia's arm rest, regardless of the company, or how many open seats there were. He'd always go along with a lie, no matter how stupid or unreasonable it was. He'd always follow his order, no matter if he disagreed with it in the end. Hugging Caramia out of the blue was something he had never experienced before. That was always his thing, and Kyrie was never an overly affectionate person, even when he wasn't a total asshole. Caramia knew from that alone that there was definitely something going on, but regardless of what that "something" was, he couldn't say he necessarily cared.

Kyrie was here. Kyrie was here, and he felt so perfectly here that it would be a complete shame to just let him go. So, he wouldn't. He'd keep him here for as long as he could, and to hell with whatever else needed to get done. If he were being honest, it was because he knew Kyrie so well that this was so important to him. He knew how his consigliere ticked, and how he was feeling, and how he'd express himself, so the very thought that lately they haven't been as close and there was some sense of eggshells to be stepping on in their conversation because of the reveal of Dorothy was... scary. Since when did he ever, ever have to walk on eggshells for Kyrie? Never. And he was beginning to think that maybe something like that would make a dent in their bond that wouldn't ever come out.

But this... proved that wrong, right? ]

Oi. [ If Kyrie said anything prior, it was promptly ignored. Not on purpose of course- Caramia sounded a bit dazed, after all. He must've had something on his mind. As he spoke, he gently rubbed Kyrie's back, making sure that he wasn't about to actually make crows come peck his eyes out for being so affectionate. ] I was actually kind of worried. I thought, with the the whole... [ Pause. ] ...with everything that's been going on, you might've...

[ Another pause, only this time he tightened his hold on Kyrie. His voice changed from the playful tone he started with to a gentler, yet serious one. ]

I... I want to fix whatever rift might be there, Kyrie. You're too important to me, and having you here... [ And yet a final pause, only this one was accompanied with a kiss against the side of Kyrie's head, close to his ear. He would've liked to press a little peck to his forehead or his nose, but he'd settle for this much for now. He understood Kyrie just wanting to hide for the moment. It was cute, but more so than that, he wanted Kyrie to know he was safe with Caramia. ] It just solidifies that.

[crowsigliere]

As a matter of fact Kyrie does say something prior--about how the truth doesn't have to be convincing, since that doesn't change the fact that it's true... or something? It's not important, since apparently Caramia doesn't hear it anyway, like an asshole.

"Honestly, to not even listen to your own consigliere..." He sighs as if what he'd been saying held any kind of importance, but goes otherwise silent, tuning his attention to Caramia's voice--like it requires any sort of effort on his part, anyway. This close, he can practically feel it reverberating through his chest, and even the softest words hang dangerously in the moment, held in crystal-clear clarity to be replayed in memory later. The hand at his back is nice as well... Comforting, almost, and certainly something he would be threatened for in any other circumstance.

But, it isn't enough to distract him; as Caramia speaks--or rather, stumbles--Kyrie frowns, brows drawing in. He might've...?

...What an idiot.

Still, he doesn't interrupt for the fact he's determined to hear what is taking so much for the bravest, most reckless man he knows to say--and perhaps he's a bit too focused on hearing him out, because when there's yet another pause, he doesn't think anything of it.

Until, that is, Caramia leans in even closer still. It's a miscalculation on Kyrie's part, really, and if the sudden tension in his shoulders and the way his fingers tighten against Caramia's back is too telling a reaction, he pretends to ignore it. It's not exactly the kiss itself that causes his breath to catch, unfazed as he is by such trivial forms of contact, but rather the sincerity of it. He's never doubted his importance, sure of himself and his methods at even his worst. But this is different, somehow. Not importance to the famiglia, but to him. His longest--and closest--friend.

And... forgetting Dorothy had always been a source of distance between them, hadn't it? The sense of betrayal that clawed its way up Kyrie's back whenever some harmless comment about the tower or the King of the World was made, the how could you that stuck in his throat whenever Caramia called her festival silly...

...Maybe he still didn't remember her. But he can help him try, can't he...? He knows he can't make things go back to the way they were, but... he thinks he's content with just this much, for now.

"...You really are a fool, aren't you?" Whether it's intended for himself or for Caramia, he isn't quite certain. It could very well be meant for them both, he thinks, and it's that thought that causes a soft laugh to break against his lips. He turns his head so that he can rest his cheek against Caramia's shoulder. It's more comfortable this way, even if it means he's no longer hidden away. At least his expression isn't totally embarrassing anymore. Thoughtful, and perhaps even a bit fond, but ultimately just. Relaxed.

Maybe that potion was good for something after all? Just don't get used to it, Caramia.

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

[ Getting used to what? Being affectionate with Kyrie? How cruel. What if that's exactly something he wanted to get used to? Or, at least, attempt to. Really, he's almost sure even if they did something like this daily, there would be no "getting used to it" involved. Simply just the new and fresh feeling of a hug like this everyday...

If there's anyone who'd "get used" to this sort of thing, it's definitely Kyrie. But that's just how Kyrie was, right? Always looking for something new. Always trying to keep things exciting. Bored with the predictable... It's really no wonder Caramia thought Kyrie hated him.

...But just for a moment, Caramia wanted to be selfish. That was fine, right? To be selfish this once? He certainly thought it was.

At being called a fool (because, although he might have been talking to himself, Caramia sure thought it was about him), Caramia simply hummed in agreement. There weren't going to be any arguments there. This was pretty foolish of him. But.

He really wanted Kyrie here. ]