Jin sighed softly, and shook his head. "Do you know what part of being the High Lord of the Night Court entails?" he asked suddenly. "It entails being able to see through nearly all glamours and disguises. None but the strongest of glamours can fool my eyes, and even then I can tell that they aren't real." he looked down at her. "So yes, whatever I see is right."
Fae can’t lie.
Miyaki obviously still had a hard time believing it, but remembering that, and Jin’s statement, created some doubt. She would never believe she was perfect, but maybe she wasn’t what she’d been led to believe. “I still think something’s tricking you, Jin.”
"Like what?" Jin replied, arching an eyebrow. "Not a glamour, though I doubt you can cast them anyway." he looked at her. "So therefore, that means that if anyone is being tricked, it's you, Miyaki. After all, I cannot lie, nor can glamours fool me. But you can."
“How would I be tricked about my own appearance?” She countered questioningly, shifting closer to him without even realizing it. “And it still feels like Somehow, you see something that isn’t there.”
"Because you're tricking yourself." Jin looked down at her carefully. "And of course I see things that aren't there, I'm the High Lord of the Night Court, not sane." his mouth twitched in a slight smirk.
“How am I tricking myself? If anyone knows the truth about me, shouldn’t it be me?” Miyaki shifted her hands to set them on her hips, arching a brow. The piercing on her tongue caught the light every time she opened her mouth wide enough, little glimpses of metal.
"Nope." Jin replied. "Often, the person we fool the most is ourselves." he shrugged his shoulders, looking at her. "We tell ourselves things and convince ourselves that they are the truth."
Miyaki was silent for a minute, searching for any trace of a lie in his face. “One of the Court Physicians told me that I was overweight. So I’ve been trying to diet and lose weight, and it seemed to be working.” She said, closing the distance between them enough to grab his hand, playing with his fingers. “Why would a medical professional lie?”
"Miyaki…you know that not many Fae like you, right?" Jin said cautiously. "It's possible that he…" he sighed. "That he wanted you to starve yourself." he replied.
“I know they don’t like me, but…he wasn’t wrong, exactly.” Miyaki pinched her hip with one hand before returning it to playing with his. “Too soft, physically. It wasn’t the first time. And aren’t there easier ways to get rid of someone than making them lose weight?”
"Miyaki, please." Jin replied softly. "Come eat dinner with me." he sighed, and shook his head a little. "Please believe me."
Miyaki fiddled with his hand quietly before finally looking up, nodding once. “Okay. Okay, I’ll eat with you. Not too much, though.”
Jin sighed. "Mhm. Alright." he gave a quick smile. "Now to find someone who can make…" he waved a hand. "Night Court food."
“We could try asking Levia. She’s the only one likely to know.” Miyaki suggested, giving his hand a small squeeze.
"Alright. Show me to this…Levia." Jin replied, looking at her. He gently held Miyaki's hand, raising his eyebrows at her. "Is she a cook or something?"
“Mm, sort of.” Miyaki linked her fingers through his, tugging him towards the doors to the stairs. “She lives in the village. Runs a little restaurant there. She spends a lot of time reading about other culture’s food and tries to recreate it. Like I said, if anyone knows, it’s Levia.”
"Ah. Alright." Jin replied. "Take me there, then, and we'll give her food a try." he let her lead him through the doors and down the stairs. He was quiet for a long moment.
Once they were down at the bottom of the stairwell, Miyaki pulled him to a stop, turning to look up at him. Her cheeks were slightly red. “Can I get a kiss? An uninterrupted one this time? Please?”
Jin smiled, and leaned down to kiss her. He cupped her chin with one hand, pulling her close. His mouth moved lightly against hers. After a minute, he pulled away.
Miyaki’s other hand came up to rest against his chest, holding onto the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him. A small sigh left her as he pulled away, almost disappointed he’d done so so quickly. “Mmm. We should…do that more often. If you’re alright with that.”
Jin smirked. "Tell you what. For every bite of food you eat, I'll give you one kiss." He replied. "If you eat a whole meal, I'll give you even more than a kiss."
“O-oh.” The blush on Miyaki’s cheeks deepened at that, though she definitely didn’t look opposed. “What-what exactly does ‘more’ consist of? And what’s your idea of a full meal?”
"A full meal is everything on your plate without exception. And more…that depends on what you want." Jin's mouth twitched in a faint, smirking smile.
((hjdjhsj i have drama planned for later lmao))
"I guess we'll see then. I don't lose." You didn't beg, either, before he showed up. But that much food…what is Illial going to say? Miyaki didn't give him a chance to respond, standing on her toes and tugging him down to meet her lips, stealing a quick and passionate kiss before releasing him, tongue brushing his lips as she pulled away. Taking a step back, she turned on her heel, grinning impishly. "Let's go, then. We'll be out after dark anyway, but the guards don't take kindly to me showing up late."
(lmao alright)
Jin smiled into the kiss, relishing the feeling of her tongue on his lips. "I'll be with you, though. So if they have a problem, they can take it up with me." He said as he followed her, a smile creeping over his face.
"They always have a problem with me. I've been in holding so many times Alina has threatened to fire the whole guard." Miyaki shook her head, leading the way down the hallway. She'd forgotten her jacket, her tank top leaving the hickeys and marks visible along her neck in full view. "What's Night Fae food like?"
"Home." Jin replied immediately. He sighed softly. "I don't know how to explain. It's better than the light, fluffy stuff you eat here."
"Hm. I read somewhere that the Spring Court and the Night Court have similar foods and spices, but that's about all I know." Miyaki mused, pressing slightly against his shoulder as they walked. "Our food has…never sat quite right with me. It's never filling enough. Which I guess is fine, if you're trying to lose weight. What's your favorite dish, of your food?"
Jin nodded. "We do, although our food is most similar to the Winter Court, since the Night is longest in Winter. My favorite dish is probably…" He trailed off for a moment, and then described a dish to her.
Miyaki watched him as she listened, nodding occasionally. They exited the palace and neared the gates, and she spoke a little before they did. "It sounds divine." She said, her stomach rumbling lightly at the thought of food, causing her cheeks to darken. For someone who 'wasn't hungry', it didn't exactly sound like it.