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The blond groaned, his arm finding familiarity in resting on her shoulder and his head returning to her other despite her pushing him away.

His hazel eyes wandered from the platform, resting on the redhead's thighs as he lightly dropped his head into her lap—eliciting smirks from immature boys and jealous glares from few girls, others seemed to assume the pair were either married or engaged and paid no mind.

"I know, I know." Damien muttered. His forehead furrowed in thought, then relaxed in a loud sigh. "I need to hurry and get married before my good looks wear off." The boy ran a hand through his hair, haphazardly straightening his long legs.

Pale fingers unbuttoned half of his shirt, muttering about warmth though others seemed cold, then grasped a thick slice of bread from Alex's plate, eating them before she could begin to complain.

"But what about you? Isn't it time you looked for a nice man and settled down? Or are you lookin' to marry an out tribesman? I guess you'll have your pick at the Initiation. I hear Green Woods women are gorgeous, too."

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Alex returned the girl's glares, having been friends with the blonde for far too long to still be fazed. She looked down at Damien, pursing her lips slightly at his question. "Eh. I'd really rather not have to think about that right now. Unlike you, I'm still young." She glanced at the piece of her bread in his hands, her eyebrows furrowing slightly before she seemed to decide that it wasn't worth it to argue about his habit of stealing her food, a slight sigh escaping her lips.

He wasn't really looking at her, so she absent-mindedly studied his features, a half smile appearing on her face. Her eyes trailed slightly lower to his half-unbuttoned shirt; her eyes paused there for a moment before she looked up again, the beginning of a blush already showing on her face. "And would you please try to keep all your clothing on while you're at the table? It's a bit irritating."

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[T H I S  I S  S O   L A T E  I ' M  S O R R Y . Also let's make Alex kill Damien.]

The blond's lips pursed into a smile that tugged the edges of his lips in slow appreciation, light curls curtailing warm, dark orbs that formed the boy's eyes as they widened slightly with unvoiced laughter. The thin, light locks tumbled to and from his forehead as he met the redhead's gaze, her own eyes lingered lower to trace the toughness of his muscles and femininity of his thin waist.

"Hunt deer while you're valiant and plucky, lest old age soften you to mush—just a year and you'll be reciting old tales to youngsters and drinking your life away with us old folks. Green Woods men like young, curvy maidens. Wait longer and you're with us.." A grand, drawn out gesture to the old uncles squeaking like mice whenever a Tavaedi skirt reveal a woman's thigh, or worse.

The blond bit his lip in failed attempt not to laugh, instead trembling with soft chuckles and gasps for hurried breath. As the tears that softened his dark eyes subsided, the redhead's question made it into Damien's consciousness. "Fa, Alex." He really should stop mumbling 'fa' like an old uncle, he was only sixteen years. "We old men have to impress the ladies somehow. You've been gazing at my chest for a while, now, then you've got those girls―" 

A slight, abrupt tilt of the head served as a subtle gesture to a group of giggling girls with hair died a fiery orange with henna sharing hurried, dreamy glances at the male. "And I've made that serving maiden stumble when she was serving sugar loaves to Uncle Abiono's table. Hey, do you think she'd sneak us some sugar loaves? Hmm, Alexandra? Do you think I could make Emiline blush if I unbuttoned it fully? Besides, it's warm." He snuggled further into Alex's lap with these thoughts, fiddling with the next button of his thin shirt.

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Alex's face burned red as she looked away, back towards the dancers in the hopes he hadn't seen. "Of course she stumbled, she was so surprised that someone who looked like you would actually manage to convince someone like me that you were worthy of the seat next to me. Anyone would," she retorted, her eyes still fixed on the stage. A groan fell from her lips at the mention of her twin. "Leave Emiline out of this. Of course she wouldn't blush, she's too collected and calm to ever blush."

"What was that?" The blonde next to Alex turned to look at her, eyes the same shade of storm cloud fixed on the redheads.

"Nothing, Emi. Keep watching the dance."

Emiline's eyes darted slightly lower to where Damien's head rested on her sister's lap, and gave off a light sigh, the corners of her lips tilting into a slight smile before she returned to watch the dance, presumably watching the purple light that both she and Damien had often described to her, though Alex herself could not see it. Sister taken care of, Alex returned her attention to the boy in her lap, swatting his hands away from the buttons of his shirt. "No, she probably will not sneak us any sugar loaves. What are you, six?"

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The tired, frustrated groan that pressed past lips he longed to kiss made him grin, Thick, savoury gravy stained his teeth — this he licked off with all the ravenous haste of someone who hadn't finished several plates of food only minutes ago — and he laughed with the strong breath of someone that had hardly abstained from stealing a few drinks from the uncles' tables before the feast.

"Oh, come on, the village's most promising young warrior beside a strong, red gem? Rare and beautiful and fiery and awfully mean? A dancer with a fierceness that makes young children cry with fear. She thought we were engaged, I tell you, and felt embarrassed to have fallen in love with a taken man. But how could she not?"—the blonde ran greasy fingers through unruly locks of flaxen, brushing away the strands that curtailed his brownish eyes with hints of Yumiko's bright green—"Mercy, Alex. She's in love, can't you see? Don't get angry at the poor little maiden and. . ."

His eyes darted to Emiline at the sound of her voice, sweet as honey with a lime-like tendency, and his lips immediately perked into a sheepish grin, cheeks darkened to a faint red. His lips parted to spew some teasing, flirtatious words, though Alex said something akin to 'turn around and don't talk to Damien' and the blonde did so with little more than a glance at him.

Damien let out soft grumbles like a little child, his growling swallowed by the quickening beat of Tavaedi drums and the patter of the dancer's bare feet on the clay dais. Instead of reaching over and prodding Emiline's arms until she turned around as he often did, his gaze went to the Tavaedis and the circles of purple that wrapped around him, Alex, Emiline, and the other clumps of youngsters.

Their movements hastened, the purples rough confidence and many leaps and kicks were now a blur to his tired eyes. The twenty or so dancers jumped into an impressive leap, and Damien fantasized that someone would fall like he usually did, though this time all of them landed on their feet and tumbled into a drop that met them with the hard ground of the dais. Hurt? No. A part of the dance.

A few, around five, jumped up and began another part of the dance. He glanced fleetingly up at Alex with a smirk of some sorts, then returned his attention to the men and woman who danced graceful, yet strong movements that made him shiver, or that may have been the fire that enveloped the sticks that they threw and caught. Their fingers hardly made contact, however, so even Red Tavaedis aren't immune to fire, hmm.

They chanted war songs in time with the drums, the flute having stopped, not welcome in the blur of a quick drumroll and loud yells of 'Hu' and 'Ha' every time a stick hit an imaginary enemy. It might have looked comical when Damien attempted to slice down people that even he couldn't see, but they managed it somehow. He had heard the Zavaedis tell Tavaedi that one did not dance red, they burned red. As a youth, that had brought about images of people on fire. Now, however, he understood. And he couldn't even see the red aura that they must have been enshrouded with, even when he did tilt his head.

"So is that what you're going to look like, Alexandra? You'll probably burn more than a stick, though. Maybe the dais. Or the village, even. Or those sugar loaves you claim I can't get. Watch this."

Sitting up from the redhead's lap, the blond whistled at the girl as she passed, her dark mahogany gaze fixed on him as a blush engulfed her cheeks and she shyly glanced around in that 'is he talking to me?' thing that girls did more than their hair. He winked at her, mouthed a few teasing words as his gaze traced her figure to where her beaded maiden frock clung to impressive hips. She giggled softly. 

"Can I have something to remember you by, hmm? A sugar loaf baked by your beautiful hands, maybe?"
 

"I didn't make them, silly. Just take 'em, you skirt chaser."

With that, she threw him the two loaves left on her clay serving platter and skipped off, and Damien grasped the warm, white dusted bread and held both in front of his wide grin. "If you want one, though, you'll have to ask nicely." He mumbled, nibbling on the curved top of one.


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(You're killing me, Ren. How am I supposed to respond to this.)

Alex rolled her eyes at his statements, the over-dramatic nature of his words something she was nearly insensitized to at this point. As he trailed off, she took advantage to get a few words in before he continued his rant. "Oh, yes, Damien, I'm sure that was it. Everyone's absolutely in love with you."

Her attention was drawn by the dance again, though, when the beating of the drums grew more aggressive. Her eyes watched as the small group of dancers changed to a different group of movements she had studied well, though she personally had never tried. The corners of her lips lifted into the echo of a smile as she watched them move. Unlike how the auras of other dances were described, mostly free flowing and circling, red had always been more aggressive, in sharp stabs of a color like blood. Bursting out from the ignited sticks like supernovas. A nearly dreamy sigh fell from her lips before Damien regained her attention, though she didn't catch the first part of what he said. "-Burn more than a stick, though. Maybe the dais. Or the village, even. Or those sugar loaves you claim I can't get. Watch this."

She glanced over when his weight shifted from her lap, a sharp whistle leaving his mouth and causing her to glare. "Honestly, Dami-" She cut herself off when his efforts proved to work, and he turned to her, a sugar loaf in each hand. For a second, she was almost impressed. Almost. But quickly she sorted her face back into a mildly irritated expression. She scoffed at his next statement before plucking the sugar loaf he hadn't bitten yet from his grasp. "Or I'll just take one. Oh, wait, I already have."

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Tanned fingers lingered on the toasty loaf, warmth tickling at his skin, cubes of crystalline white grating at the bed of his thumb and his lips slowly slipping into a smirk like a lion's grin at catching quick and perky prey. Shoving the last piece of his slice past his lips, leaving them a faintly dusty, sugary white which he licked off with deliberate slowness, Damien let his hand rest on her flat stomach and pressed the redhead down onto the soft, thick sheet spread beneath them, looming over her as widened warm brown eyes traced her figure against the colourful backdrop of the quilt. 

He let his palm wander to caress her blushing cheeks, plucking the bread from her as easily as she had done for him, keeping her laying down with the silent threat of his body meeting hers if she moved to sit up. "Or have you? Seems I still have it." The blond loved messing with her, loved the little blush he could always elicit, even if she did a great job at hiding it usually, and he loved how cute she was when she stared up at him like that with doe eyes and—the silence of the chattering group around them weighed down on him heavily, and Damien looked up to meet the curious gazes of the friends gathered around them and flash a nervous grin in the general direction of one grey-haired elder with their eyes fixed hard on the two.

"Jeez, you guys are so disrespectful, watch the dance," he mumbled, and his friends laughed it off and thumped his shoulders in that ah-please-we-know-what-that-was way that boys seemed to know since birth and carry until they were old and had little punch left in their trembling bodies. His eyes fell back on the sweaty Tavaedies and their amazing displays of showy strength and valiance, but his lips still bore evidence of the laugh he held back, even as the boy reached for yet another piece of juicy meat. It was hot, fresh from the kitchen, and he felt the red, warm juices spill down his hands and chin as he bit into it like a wolf, tearing off the skin and revealing its pink, well cooked insides that almost made him drool. It tasted a bit like lamb, but it was seasoned as one would traditionally do goat, not that it mattered with a heavenly taste like that. The blond licked the excess from his fingers and took to idly to chewing the bone for a few seconds, before letting that too rest back on a plate with many more gnawed leftovers.

Yeah, it'd been at least a minute, she'd still be seething, but he'd risk it. And with that thought, Damien let his gaze drift back to the petite redhead beside him and grinned. "So, Alex, I won't be so nice as to let you have the sugarloaf next time,"—he had indeed left it on her plate after everyone had gotten too curious for his likes—"so you'll have to learn how to be a good little girl lest I keep punishing you." His hands ruffled her hair like one would do to a little child, and the height difference between them would make it seem as if the pair were indeed an adult and a kid nearing their teens, and the boy hardly passed up any opportunities to tease Alex on it. "You aren't angry, are you? You know I'm not really flirting with a tomboy like you, right? I don't think you're much interested in settling down in a nice little house with me, anyway, so fair trade. I'll find me a cute babe that won't burn my house down." 

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Alex's eyes widened, her cheeks flaring red as her back met the quilt behind her. Storm cloud eyes stayed fixed on his face as his words drifted through the air, going in one ear and out the other without her really listening to what he was saying. Even him taking the sugar loaf back wasnt enough to elicit an actual response from her, her lips parted slightly as the result of either a gasp or a few harsh words that never quite managed to leave her tongue. It wasn't until he leaned back that she finally let out a low breath, her cheeks still burning. She propped herself up slightly, on her elbows, still pretty much laying down though, her mind clearing up enough that she could feel something. She wasn't angry, no. She was livid.

Her eyes set hard on the Tavaedies, her left twitching slightly, jaw gritted as her mind concocted new ways to kill Damien. Unfortunately, she was interrupted by him continuing to speak. Her eyes narrowed further, turning to glower at him, the flush in her cheeks now caused more by anger than embarrassment. She growled lowly when he went to ruffle her hair, sinking back down slightly in a lazy attempt to pull away from his hand, though he still messed her hair up anyway. You aren't angry, right? Of course she was. Ill find me a cute babe that won't burn my house down. At that one she had to laugh, a cold, harsh sound for a girl so small. She looked away from him, seething silenting. "Oh, I'm sure. It'll be easy for you to trap a new victim into marriage with you, won't it? I'm honestly just curious to see who you think you're going to trick and bribe into marriage with you. Let me guess, Emiline?" She laughed again, although this time it sounded much more angry and much more hollow. "Like she'd give you the time of day."

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