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lady_mabNo, this doesn't also count as "giggly kisses" those will come later. I should also mention that the person who requested this also included "omg....." after the prompt because like.... same.
also, like, warning for "underage drinking" because 1) i don't know what the legal drinking age is in hieron? 2) just in case! (it's like 3 sips of wine)
They’re both hushing each other as they scamper up the stairs--up floor after floor, knowing which steps to avoid, lest their escape is tracked by creaking wood. Knowing which doors to take, and which corners to avoid.
Up to their top floor sanctuary, open to the early spring clouds, safe from the lingering drizzle from that morning’s storm, and completely safe from any prying eyes.
Benjamin, seventeen and trying to impress, tosses his cloak aside to reveal the bottle of (probably) very expensive wine that (likely) once belonged to Samot himself (is what Blue J whispered). “Tadaa!”
Blue J doesn’t have the same sort of flourish as they pull the glasses from their bag. “Do you think anyone will notice?” they ask, and not for the first time.
“No. I’ve studied the magic in there.” Benjamin uses his cloak to wipe the dust off the bottle, then takes the offered corkscrew from Blue J. “You can’t tell which room the bottle is taken from, and besides, I’ve never seen anyone take inventory.”
Blue J wrinkles their nose, but sighs nonetheless--eyes bright with excitement as they watch Benjamin struggle for a moment with the corkscrew.
“I can’t believe Red Jack hasn’t let you have a drink before,” he grunts, finally getting the twisted metal to pierce through the wax and into the soft cork beneath. He’s seen the cooks do it several times at this point, and there are vague memories of his father doing the motions when he was much younger--back in Velas, back when they all went to church as a family.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Benjamin gives them a look from over the rim of his glasses as he gives the first twist of the tool in his hand. “I mean he’s sort of… like…” He makes a vague sort of gesture with his hand that gets Blue J to laugh and shove his arm. “Not in a bad way!”
“I know,” they say with another laugh. “I think he just sort of expects us to do what we want when we’re ready?” They trail off with a shrug.
“You weren’t curious?”
They shrug again.
“Why’d you wait so long?”
“I was waiting for you,” Blue J says with simple honesty, and Benjamin ducks his head as he blushes. “Oh c’mon, we’ve done worse than filching a bottle of wine from the storeroom.”
This gets Benjamin to laugh as well. “What’s your dad’s thoughts on pipeweed?”
“I’m sure he’s got many.”
Finally, Benjamin gets the cork free and wrinkles his nose at the smell wafting up from the bottle. “Smells old.”
Blue J wrinkles their nose as well. “Well, we’ve already gotten this far.”
Benjamin pours a glass and passes it over to Blue J before pouring a second for himself. He sets the bottle aside on the wooden crate they’ve set up as a temporary table and lifts it to his lips.
Blue J reaches out, fingers warm where they curl around Benjamin’s wrist, and they pull his hand away. “You have to say a toast.”
“What? Why?”
“It’s a celebration! To new things!” They lift their glass with a bit too much enthusiasm that the dark red liquid sloshes over the side, staining their fingers. “Oops.”
He heaves a sigh, though Blue J grins in a way to show that they know he’s only playing. “Alright. Hm. To new things—!”
“Hey, I already said that—”
“I wasn’t done.” Benjamin uses his free hand to nudge Blue J in the side, but they catch onto it before he can pull away, easily twining their fingers together in a way that had always been familiar, but now feels new. He fails in fighting down the blush, but is relieved to find them with an equally shy expression. “To new years, and new relationships.”
“To new achievements, and not getting caught.” Blue J winks, and taps their glass against Benjamin’s.
“We’ll be in so much trouble if my mom catches us,” Benjamin says before he takes a deep sip of the wine.
It’s a dark and heavy taste, stringent and not nearly as sweet as he was hoping it would have been. But it makes him warm all over, and his fingers tingle in a way that’s sort of like when he does magic, so he doesn’t mind it too much.
Blue J pulls a face when they lower their cup. They smack their lips together, considering the taste, and glance inside their cup, considering the remaining contents. “Not really what I expected.”
“Was it worth it?”
They look over at him, and Benjamin’s not sure if it’s the wine or the closeness that makes his stomach to excited little flips and his head spin in frantic circles. “Anything with you is worth it,” they confess.
Benjamin can’t help it.
He leans in and kisses them.
They lift their hand to his cheek, and he savors the warmth of it.
This is their third(—? fourth—?) kiss, but Benjamin can still feel the nerves coursing through him, the giddy beat of his heart. It registers, slowly, that all he can taste is the wine and soon, giggles start to take over and he grins against Blue J’s kiss, and can feel them grinning back too.
“You taste like the wine,” they say, and Benjamin laughs. They grin and press a finger to his lips. “Don’t be so loud, someone might hear you.”
“They don’t know we’re here,” Benjamin teases, knowing that the two of them spent many hours hiding from Red Jack and Rosana up in this place, running back and forth across the limits of their imagination with laughter tumbling from their lips.
But in this small, private moment between them, lips still brushing as they laugh and enjoy the taste of wine on each others tongues, anything louder feels like it would bring the scene crashing down around them.
So Benjamin takes another sip of wine, keeps his fingers twined with Blue J’s, and lets this little secret between them wrap around them like another adventure, waiting to be explored.
also, like, warning for "underage drinking" because 1) i don't know what the legal drinking age is in hieron? 2) just in case! (it's like 3 sips of wine)
They’re both hushing each other as they scamper up the stairs--up floor after floor, knowing which steps to avoid, lest their escape is tracked by creaking wood. Knowing which doors to take, and which corners to avoid.
Up to their top floor sanctuary, open to the early spring clouds, safe from the lingering drizzle from that morning’s storm, and completely safe from any prying eyes.
Benjamin, seventeen and trying to impress, tosses his cloak aside to reveal the bottle of (probably) very expensive wine that (likely) once belonged to Samot himself (is what Blue J whispered). “Tadaa!”
Blue J doesn’t have the same sort of flourish as they pull the glasses from their bag. “Do you think anyone will notice?” they ask, and not for the first time.
“No. I’ve studied the magic in there.” Benjamin uses his cloak to wipe the dust off the bottle, then takes the offered corkscrew from Blue J. “You can’t tell which room the bottle is taken from, and besides, I’ve never seen anyone take inventory.”
Blue J wrinkles their nose, but sighs nonetheless--eyes bright with excitement as they watch Benjamin struggle for a moment with the corkscrew.
“I can’t believe Red Jack hasn’t let you have a drink before,” he grunts, finally getting the twisted metal to pierce through the wax and into the soft cork beneath. He’s seen the cooks do it several times at this point, and there are vague memories of his father doing the motions when he was much younger--back in Velas, back when they all went to church as a family.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Benjamin gives them a look from over the rim of his glasses as he gives the first twist of the tool in his hand. “I mean he’s sort of… like…” He makes a vague sort of gesture with his hand that gets Blue J to laugh and shove his arm. “Not in a bad way!”
“I know,” they say with another laugh. “I think he just sort of expects us to do what we want when we’re ready?” They trail off with a shrug.
“You weren’t curious?”
They shrug again.
“Why’d you wait so long?”
“I was waiting for you,” Blue J says with simple honesty, and Benjamin ducks his head as he blushes. “Oh c’mon, we’ve done worse than filching a bottle of wine from the storeroom.”
This gets Benjamin to laugh as well. “What’s your dad’s thoughts on pipeweed?”
“I’m sure he’s got many.”
Finally, Benjamin gets the cork free and wrinkles his nose at the smell wafting up from the bottle. “Smells old.”
Blue J wrinkles their nose as well. “Well, we’ve already gotten this far.”
Benjamin pours a glass and passes it over to Blue J before pouring a second for himself. He sets the bottle aside on the wooden crate they’ve set up as a temporary table and lifts it to his lips.
Blue J reaches out, fingers warm where they curl around Benjamin’s wrist, and they pull his hand away. “You have to say a toast.”
“What? Why?”
“It’s a celebration! To new things!” They lift their glass with a bit too much enthusiasm that the dark red liquid sloshes over the side, staining their fingers. “Oops.”
He heaves a sigh, though Blue J grins in a way to show that they know he’s only playing. “Alright. Hm. To new things—!”
“Hey, I already said that—”
“I wasn’t done.” Benjamin uses his free hand to nudge Blue J in the side, but they catch onto it before he can pull away, easily twining their fingers together in a way that had always been familiar, but now feels new. He fails in fighting down the blush, but is relieved to find them with an equally shy expression. “To new years, and new relationships.”
“To new achievements, and not getting caught.” Blue J winks, and taps their glass against Benjamin’s.
“We’ll be in so much trouble if my mom catches us,” Benjamin says before he takes a deep sip of the wine.
It’s a dark and heavy taste, stringent and not nearly as sweet as he was hoping it would have been. But it makes him warm all over, and his fingers tingle in a way that’s sort of like when he does magic, so he doesn’t mind it too much.
Blue J pulls a face when they lower their cup. They smack their lips together, considering the taste, and glance inside their cup, considering the remaining contents. “Not really what I expected.”
“Was it worth it?”
They look over at him, and Benjamin’s not sure if it’s the wine or the closeness that makes his stomach to excited little flips and his head spin in frantic circles. “Anything with you is worth it,” they confess.
Benjamin can’t help it.
He leans in and kisses them.
They lift their hand to his cheek, and he savors the warmth of it.
This is their third(—? fourth—?) kiss, but Benjamin can still feel the nerves coursing through him, the giddy beat of his heart. It registers, slowly, that all he can taste is the wine and soon, giggles start to take over and he grins against Blue J’s kiss, and can feel them grinning back too.
“You taste like the wine,” they say, and Benjamin laughs. They grin and press a finger to his lips. “Don’t be so loud, someone might hear you.”
“They don’t know we’re here,” Benjamin teases, knowing that the two of them spent many hours hiding from Red Jack and Rosana up in this place, running back and forth across the limits of their imagination with laughter tumbling from their lips.
But in this small, private moment between them, lips still brushing as they laugh and enjoy the taste of wine on each others tongues, anything louder feels like it would bring the scene crashing down around them.
So Benjamin takes another sip of wine, keeps his fingers twined with Blue J’s, and lets this little secret between them wrap around them like another adventure, waiting to be explored.
