perfectmatch | week two

[ they're not a match, but they're aesthetic as fuck. and isn't that what truly matters? that seems to be what luka has in mind when he shows up dressed like this at way too early in the morning, perfectly put together as always.

he'll offer her his arm as he's done in the past. ]

Isn't this fitting?

[ Early morning.... she's eepy..... she's definitely taking his arm and resting her head on his shoulder. She's taken to wearing clothes from her homeland more often ever since it's become available to her, so while she's not WILDING OUT as much as he is with the sheerness, her number is a light, breezy garment, peach in color — different from her usual mauve silhouette. ]

Hmm? How so?

[ sorry he's gotta farm the thirst, you understand yingying. ]

It's a backdrop that's dazzling enough for the image we invoke. Even if it still isn't as grand as the ones I usually perform on in ALST.

[ She blinks a few times, processing his words. Right... everyone was talking about how they were good for "ratings," or something like that. This must be more of Luka wanting to show off to his fans? ]

Uh-huh.... so, then, between me and the sunrise... which is more beautiful?

[ The comment about his stages doesn't go missed, but she'll help him aura farm a little. As a treat. ]

You, of course. [ he strokes her hair to punctuate his charm

that's the sound of #lingying getting a spike in activity~ ]

[ She'll play at fluttering her eyelashes, even if the praise nor the stroke to her hair moves her in the least. It'd be more fun if there were so way to fluster Luka or take control of their game of flirting... but, as it stands, it seems like it'll always be perfunctory. ]

And you'll never have eyes for anyone else?

Will you?

[ they both know the answer to their respective questions, but this is a dance, isn't it? ]

Let the moon and stars be my witness.

[ She can't help but laugh a little, finding the whole thing very cliche — though less in an aggravating way and more in a silly way. Mercifully, there's a blanket set up for them to watch the sunrise on, complete with blankets and everything. Yingying tugs him along a little, gentle and soft. ]

Let's sit here, shall we? I don't want to get too tired out.

[ another day, another song and dance. luka doesn't have any real thoughts on the acting, it's what he was made for.

obligingly he'll follow her lead to the blanket, pretending to take in more of the scenery as he does. ]

Didn't get enough sleep?

[ At that, she purses her lips, wondering how far she should get into her condition. They're away from the house, and it's just Luka, who already knows more about the wisteria than most of the others. ]

Before coming here, I'd sleep for a days or a week at a time to stay rested... this is a long time for me to be awake. Maybe that's why I've been feeling so tired.

[ Usually, she'd gain consciousness for that same 3 day cycle of the fete, whenever it needed to play out again, whether because the hungry resent of the other souls pulled her up, or baser reasons, because she needed sustenance to stay alive. ]

[ luka tucks that all away, with a slight nod.

so far he's been fortunate that he hasn't been on a date that's particularly physically strenuous because then he might wind up in a similar situation without [redacted] but. hey! it's fine for now. ]

Would you like some more of me? [ they're not a match and this is all play, but he does ask this again, genuinely. ]

[ Disapproving frown, pouting and nudging him with her shoulder. ]

No! I've been taking too much from you.

[ Likewise to him, this is said genuinely. She cares about his health, and it's exactly because of that that she refuses to take more. ]

In fact... [ She reaches out and moves herself to face him a little more, hands on his delicate shoulders. ] I should be paying you back!

[ nah take more its daijoubu.

like all the other times she's taken control from him he's pliable to it, simply tilting his head. ]

Oh? In what way?

[ Now would be the perfect time to do something extra flirtatious or sensual.... but she's serious about this!!!!!!

Pushing at his shoulders a little bit since he's so pliable, she smiles, coy. ]

Lay down, on your front. [ Maybe she can toe the line od doing fanservice and taking care of him. How smart she is! Quieter, more playful than sultry: ] I'll give you a massage... it'll feel really good, I promise. We have some time before the sun comes.

[ on his front, huh? luka complies again, not caring one bit about the sunrise. ]

It's been a while since I've had one. Take good care of me.

[ She hums, drawing a hand up his spine as she does. ]

I will. Just relax.

[ Thankfully, Yingying does know what she is doing thanks to some lessons from Wuhuanzi... when her other hand joins the first, she starts with giving him firm, gentle prssses of her palms, her thumbs drawing out any tension between his shoulder blades. While her hands are typically cold, right now, they're warm to an otherworldly degree, like every touch is melting into him. Transferring her Qi like this back to him should feel a bit euphoric, if not intensely, abnormally relaxing.

Taking a deep breath in, her hands drag lower, closer to the center of his back. ]

You've been taking care of me all this time, it's time I return the favor.

[ oh, this is-

-euphoric? he doesn't know her. at least not in this shade. but he does feel the relaxation even if that in itself is abnormal to him too. he breathes a little deeper, clearer, and his heart beats easier than it did just moments ago.

it reminds him of something else, though he's never had company during those procedures, never had anything else but the thoughts in his own head as he watched his blood snake down the tube in loopy-de-loops. ]

...is it? Why?

Because I don't get the feeling anyone takes care of you like this.

[ He's always talking about his fans, and most of what he does revolves around impressing them, catering to them... given what else he said about the Segyein, the other humans, the world at large, it doesn't seem like he has any close companions to comfort him, or anything like that. It sounds terribly lonely, even if he doesn't see it that way. ]

So, I'll just have to do it!

[ She continues rubbing out any lingering tension, her words bright despite the slight feeling of fatigue that's coming on from handing over some of her own energy. It's alright, she's not close to dying. It's about the gesture, anyway. ]

I'm my father's prized possession. He's always taken care of me.

[ he should add a little more fluff there but he's distracted, so it's fine.

luka has the tension you would expect of someone who works their body day in and day out, but more than that she'll be able to feel that what's really stressing his body is more of a malady. several of them, and this close its not something easily disguised, not with the care she's giving to him. ]

[ Though he hasn't explained his circumstances in detail to her, he doesn't need to. The simultaneous adoration the Segyein seem to show him, the way they are in control of the world, how he describes himself as a "possession"... it all paints a grim picture. Yingying isn't ignorant, nor is she naive. She doesn't need to know the specifics to understand that Luka hasn't ever had anything close to the warm upbringing she did, and it makes her touch all the more gentle, while she feels the knobs of his spine, the signs of his poor health. Lacking the playful flirting that colors so many other of their interactions: ]

Mm... but this is for you as my companion, [ The next roll of her hands is a little more affectionate than utilitarian, moving up towards his shoulders. Another wave of warmth seeps through, pleasant and soft. ] Not a possession or transaction.

[ Luka might not even understand relationships that extend past the distant adoration of a fan, or the domineering possessiveness of a parental figure, and her heart beats sympathetically. ]

...companion? [ he understands the word in a sense but it's never applied to him. usually, people aren't interested in the real him. and usually, he's not interested in them.

but with yingying, with his fairy, he asks that question earnestly. she doesn't know him, but she's seen more of him than anyone else here. they meet in a particular way and he allows himself to sigh, deeply under her touch. ]

Mm-hm.

[ She hums in affirmation, bending down to press a chaste kiss into his fluffy hair, before retracting her hands entirely, signaling the end of her treatment. ]

Don't you think of me as yours?

[ Your companion, your friend, goes unsaid, still knowledgeable of the "being watched" aspect of the show. ]

[ he stays there, flopped on his stomach.

does he? ]

My fairy. You're my friend too? [ he should have said companion, but. ]

You're asking me? I guess it might be a no, then... ~

[ She pouts, poking him in the ribs coyly since he's still flopped over. ]

[ don't do that, you'll hurt yourself on his boniness, yingying. that does get him to perk up a little and he picks his head up halfway, though his face is still mostly hidden by his bangs and the blanket. ]

My fairy and my...friend. [ it's mostly mumbled, sorry. ]

week two | dates

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