knightsoflegend | italy ♔ a promise lives within you now

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italy ♔ a promise lives within you now

WHO || Rafael, Buffy [Closed]
WHAT || After months apart, Rafael and Buffy celebrate the end of his tour with a private trip to Italy
WHERE || Italy
WHEN || /truck drives by, blaring horn
HOW || Actionspam.

It hasn't been an easy few months, but then again, it hasn't been an easy few years. Following the night of the Grammy's, Rafael's returned to his tour, aspiring to use his concerts as a chance to try and warn people of the dangers inherent in listening to Blade and company's music, even at the risk of looking like a crazy person. It wouldn't be the first time the world thought it, alright. Meanwhile, Buffy's been dealing with the fallout of what the Mind Master did to Finnick, and by extension, Myri, trying to be there for her friend in every way she can. It would be easier for both of them if they had each other to lean on through it all, but they had to rely instead on numerous phone calls and memories of one night that finally offered them both some hope just when everything had started to seem more impossible than ever.

They also had the promise of this to look forward to: a planned trip to Italy that Rafael insisted be just the two of them, once he was finally free again. He's arranged to meet her at the Galileo Galilei International Airport in Pisa, and when she gets out, there's some Italian chauffeur guys holding a sign that says "Summers".

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[ Buffy's lips twist into a coy smile. ]

Let me. [ Her eyebrows creep up on her forehead, visibly and playfully doubting his ability to hold her. Her teasing words take a different avenue. ] The way I remember it, I wasn't the first one to this clothes-wearing party.

You may be stronger than me, carina, but I have more interesting ways to slow you down. [ his eyes glint with humor, even as his hand curves around her ass and draws her hips inexorably closer to his. he tilts his head slightly to trace his gaze across her face appreciatively. ] Maybe I only wanted to experience this new thrill of you undressing me again.

[ Well, that earns an undignified little whine from the back of her throat as she shuffles closer to him, suddenly enough that it's obvious she reacted before she could even think to stopper the sound.

Heat pools in her abdomen, turning her to putty under his touch. She rocks up onto her tiptoes, leaning into him, lifting her chin to brush her lips against his and savor the intermingling heat of their breath. Heavy eyelids flutter, and she takes a moment to steady herself. ]

That, [ she declares, as if her voice isn't airy and breathless, as if her first concern is with the ethics of it all, ] Is cheating.

[ But she rolled a hella will save, so she gathers her wits about her. The groan that slips out next whines at the unfairness of his tactics, and she pulls at his waistband like she's disappointed with her own self control that prevents her opening it. She settles back down onto her heels. ]

A really, really bad kind of cheating that sounds ... actually ... pretty good with the thrilling and the— [ She chokes off the words with responsibility. ] No! No undressing. [ foCUS. ]

Pants. [ Drawing a breath to steady herself in her decision, she turns away from him. ] Need pants.

[ he chuckles warmly, clearly more pleased with the effect he had on her than disappointed by it not leading anywhere. he moves to close his own suitcase, snap it shut. ] I suppose if we are not to keep my contact waiting many hours, pants are best, si.

You are dangerous. And evil. And so gonna pay for that later.

[ She throws a cardigan half-heartedly in his direction, which flutters to the floor halfway across the room before it ever reaches him. Then she wrestles out a pair of capris and closes her suitcase with the rest of her stuff packed away in it.

She wriggles the pants on, pulls her cardigan up her shoulders, and fluffs her hair out of the collar. ]

Your gun guy, is he in town?

[ he nods ] There is a man in the city who works with the Resistance, runs a small cafe. He lets us use his backroom for such business.

Using his business to supply the Resistance? That's bold, around here.

[ The tone of voice says she approves. She wrangles her hair into a ponytail. ]

What some people may consider such small acts of every day boldness are the backbone of the Resistance. We could have made no headway without them. [ there's gratitude in his words, as he picks up his suitcase. ]

Think we can get food to go on the way?

[ She finishes closing her suitcase and lifts it up. ]

I thought we might eat out on the balcony below.

Breakfast over the canal?

[ Her eyebrows raise. ]

Twist my arm, why don'tcha.

I thought you might say yes. [ he nods to the door ] Come.

[ The raise of her eyebrows challenges the certainty of his command, but she follows him out all the same. As she steps out onto the balcony, she inhales an awed breath—a part of her will never get used to this sight. ]

I do not believe I will ever grow tired of this city. [ he follows her gaze across the vista, smiling softly. they can set their suitcases near their table for now, and there's wait staff happy to take an order and prepare breakfast to bring to them. the air is full of the morning sounds of the city and the soft slosh of the water below. but instead of paying attention to any of that, rafael is just openly staring at her like a complete goober, taking her hand across the table, because i stg he crit failed his will save. ]

Think you'll move back for good when it's all over?

[ Assuming, of course, they live until it's all over. She asks the question while she's still looking out at the canal, looking back at him to notice the way he's staring only after the words are out of her mouth. It quiets her expression somewhat, to something more modest. ]

[ ♬ if i lose myself - onerepublic

he licks his lips slightly, now turning his gaze outward, thoughtful ] I find it hard to imagine myself not returning to the land I have bled so much for.

But I imagine that will depend on a great many things.

Things like what?

[ A wisdom check of 11 is not picking up what he's laying down. ]

[ wow he crit failed again. twice now. he looks back at her, squeezes her hand softly, and stares at her with the intensity of a thousand suns, apparently, prepared never to look away again for the rest of time. that sounds about right. ] ... Such as where you will be.

[ gay seal .mp4 ]

[ Somehow (probably by way of the Rafael Giovanni school of wisdom checks being a sexually transmitted disease in line with Buffy's previous sexual experiences), that answer doesn't even occur to Buffy as a possibility until it's out of his mouth.

She manages to limit her reaction to stunned silence, but mustering a real answer still takes her a moment. Swallowing thickly, she smooths her thumb over the back of his hand in a soothing gesture. The real problem comes in the form of her inability to promise that she'll be anywhere but dead, of course. All the same, a smile bravely tugs over her lips. ]

With you, I hope.

[ Beyond hope, there is no certainty. Wherever that is, though, she can't imagine she'd be unhappy. ]

Don't get me wrong, I can imagine friendlier retirement spots, but something tells me we'll never be the type for crocheting and golf.

No, I do not think so. [ his quiet laughter conceals the very pleased look that comes over him at her response. ] There will be much time to figure out where that does leave us, carina. We need not think about it now. Know only that what matters to me is to have this.

Mmm. Good point. I'm starting to doubt we'll ever be off this mission.

[ Though her voice is wry, she's only … slightly joking. Given that this mission has been three years long. Nothing but time. Anyway, it helps her to control her flush as he waxes poetic over how much his relationship with her means. ]

Getting away from it all feels kinda surreal. I don't know how Des is pulling it off so long-term.

Perhaps for him, it is easier to compartmentalize. The whole of both our lives is bound into this mission, it often seems.

More and more.

[ She nods along. ]

Fate's kind of a bitch.

[ On the other hand, if she's going to ascribe their entanglement in this mission to fate, then so too was their meeting so. Pros and cons or sth. You know what's not a bitch? Espresso and pastries. Espresso and pastries would never try to shoot at her. ]

[ well good cuz here they are. rafael looks up with a small smile at the waiter, murmuring a thanks in italian, and releases her hand to grab his napkin and set to eating ] It has its moments, I think.

[ As he sets about eating, she regards him fondly. A moment's silence passes, her chin propped in one hand, before she agrees. ]

Every once in a while, it gets it right.

[ Accompanied by moon-eyed stares, she nods to agree, straightening up to join him in sipping at her coffee and tearing off pieces of croissant. ]

Mmph. Speaking of work. [ She reaches in her purse for her phone. ] I still have to let Wynn know you're coming back with me. [ Except her phone is sadly yelling at her to charge it. She makes a face at the screen's sad flashing battery sign as it's like fEED ME. Eyebrows raise, and—nose crinkling her dismissal—she slips it back in. ] Well. I'm sure he'll figure it out.

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