I am asking for permission, which you should consider an honor, because normally I never do when there is something I seek.
[because iris is a decisive person, and she is someone who is not easily denied. she knows the way that her presence commands both attention and respect, and she uses it to her benefit in many situations. she's not afraid of intimidating her way to the results she wants.
. . . it is because she likes ichiro as much as she does that she thought it worthwhile to give him an opportunity to run.
but at the end of the day, iris is selfish and she is greedy. she is someone who does not hate it any time that people promise to be hers, and in fact finds her heart fluttering with every time that someone gives themselves to her. it is perhaps only the worst crime that it has been done repeatedly here.
(ichiro is so good, and he deserves to run. but if he won't - if he chooses again and again to rush to her rather than away then—)
she shifts then, closer to him, and her hand comes up to his cheek. her thumb brushes against his face - a warning, he's clever, he can likely figure out her intention from this moment - but if he does not protest then she will guide his face down closer to hers, just so that it's simpler to slot their lips together in a kiss.
[ the first part makes him smile, amusement flickering easily on his face even in the little space between them - because, yeah. he knows. or... does he? iris has asked his permission for many things, many times; the path that they've tread together has been a long, careful one, with stumbles and faults all along the way. perhaps that is part of why he's been so protective of the idea of her warmth and her kindness, or even why he was so protective over the way the rewrites were handled this morning. iris is still iris - even if she's messy, even if she's selfish - and those things are a part of her as much as anything else, as much as the work and the time and the journey put into learning to heal are, too. she earned those things, even if they're in progress, and he was loathe to let someone erase them and take them away. i'm proud of you for that, an ichiro without memories had said, and it's still true.
when iris touches his cheek, he does know what's coming. there's time to prepare for it, and his eyes flutter shut as she comes close. it feels very shoujo, in the moment, to be settled like this under the stars, colored a little bittersweet that it may in fact be their first kiss, but also, their last. it's a soft, sweet kiss, gentle; his hand curls a little bit in the air before he settles it back down again and chooses to lean in a little closer to return the favor. ichiro's been kissed before, but never quite like this, never in a way that holds so much meaning, after everything has been said and done.
it's enough. it's more than enough.
when he pulls back, it isn't too far - close enough that their noses are still brushing - and ichiro, who is very cool sometimes, is also still a giant nerd and just manages a - ] ...heh. [ noise, because his mouth breaks into a smile. ]
it's soft, and bittersweet. it's something that she recognizes, even with the way that her heart is a little warm with the contact and even now she finds herself thinking that it'd be nice if they had more time than this - but she's made her choices, and feels confident in them. until she can give the people who love her something actually worthy of their affections, she is fine with what small bits of attention she can steal. if anything, this warm moment under the stars in the middle of the summer is not good enough for her.
but when he smiles at her like that, it's so hard to care.
instead she smiles back and leans in briefly, just to press a kiss to the corner of his smile, before she pulls back again.]
... if this is the only chance we get [whether he finds something or someone else to want, or she disappears buried under her own paperwork for the next year, or if their miracles don't quite manifest] I simply didn't want to have something to regret.
I would ask you to forgive my forwardness, but I don't think I will this time. [she will only apologize if there is something to regret, and she doesn't think there is] Thank you for your permission.
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[because iris is a decisive person, and she is someone who is not easily denied. she knows the way that her presence commands both attention and respect, and she uses it to her benefit in many situations. she's not afraid of intimidating her way to the results she wants.
. . . it is because she likes ichiro as much as she does that she thought it worthwhile to give him an opportunity to run.
but at the end of the day, iris is selfish and she is greedy. she is someone who does not hate it any time that people promise to be hers, and in fact finds her heart fluttering with every time that someone gives themselves to her. it is perhaps only the worst crime that it has been done repeatedly here.
(ichiro is so good, and he deserves to run. but if he won't - if he chooses again and again to rush to her rather than away then—)
she shifts then, closer to him, and her hand comes up to his cheek. her thumb brushes against his face - a warning, he's clever, he can likely figure out her intention from this moment - but if he does not protest then she will guide his face down closer to hers, just so that it's simpler to slot their lips together in a kiss.
selfish.
and mean.
she really is a bit wicked.]
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when iris touches his cheek, he does know what's coming. there's time to prepare for it, and his eyes flutter shut as she comes close. it feels very shoujo, in the moment, to be settled like this under the stars, colored a little bittersweet that it may in fact be their first kiss, but also, their last. it's a soft, sweet kiss, gentle; his hand curls a little bit in the air before he settles it back down again and chooses to lean in a little closer to return the favor. ichiro's been kissed before, but never quite like this, never in a way that holds so much meaning, after everything has been said and done.
it's enough. it's more than enough.
when he pulls back, it isn't too far - close enough that their noses are still brushing - and ichiro, who is very cool sometimes, is also still a giant nerd and just manages a - ] ...heh. [ noise, because his mouth breaks into a smile. ]
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it's soft, and bittersweet. it's something that she recognizes, even with the way that her heart is a little warm with the contact and even now she finds herself thinking that it'd be nice if they had more time than this - but she's made her choices, and feels confident in them. until she can give the people who love her something actually worthy of their affections, she is fine with what small bits of attention she can steal. if anything, this warm moment under the stars in the middle of the summer is not good enough for her.
but when he smiles at her like that, it's so hard to care.
instead she smiles back and leans in briefly, just to press a kiss to the corner of his smile, before she pulls back again.]
... if this is the only chance we get [whether he finds something or someone else to want, or she disappears buried under her own paperwork for the next year, or if their miracles don't quite manifest] I simply didn't want to have something to regret.
I would ask you to forgive my forwardness, but I don't think I will this time. [she will only apologize if there is something to regret, and she doesn't think there is] Thank you for your permission.