forum And the Skies Turned Gold (Reboot) // OxO // Closed

Started February 10, 2020 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Davin nodded. "That sounds perfectly fine." he replied, looking over at Tohru with a quick smile. "I…after that…I think I'd rather go home."

"Fair enough," Tohru agreed, lowering his eyes, "I'm so-"
Tohru cut himself off and internally berated himself for apologizing too much again. He distractedly messed with his hair a little as he started in the direction of the exit.

Davin raised his eyebrows again. "Don't apologise. You didn't paint it, after all." He replied with a faint smile.

Tohru frowned, "I- yeah… I know… I need to get out of that habit, huh?"
He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled back.

He smiled again. "Yeah, you do." he said, reaching out to touch Tohru's shoulder gently.

Tohru felt a tingle go down his spine upon Davin touching him.
"Now, let's see… what time is it…" he murmured, trying to distract himself from thinking about Davin.
Whatever feelings he was having, they had to be fleeting. Besides, it felt so wrong, considering how they met, and how basically, if he wanted to, Tohru could turn him in for bounty any second. He wouldn't. Not now. But that leverage he had over Davin weighed on him strangely.

Davin shrugged. "Uhm…between lunch and dinnertime, is all I know." he replied, stretching and tilting his face up towards the sky for a moment.

"Did you want to go straight home?" Tohru asked, "Unless there's anything else we forgot to get yesterday while setting up."

"Uhm…" he squinted in thought. "I can't think of anything we forgot, so we can head home if you like."

"Works for me," Tohru replied, starting their course to their apartment.
He let out a soft sigh. None of that went how he expected. But he should've expected that.

Davin walked with Tohru, taking a deep breath and trying to push away the memory of that painting. It wasn't the first time he had seen something like that, and it wouldn't be the last.

Once they neared the apartment, Tohru got out his key and started towards the door. He turned to see how close to him Davin was standing.

Davin was standing at a decent distance. Not too close so as to be uncomfortable, but not so far away so as to be awkward.

Tohru unlocked the apartment door and pushed it open, leaving it ajar so Davin could follow. He took off his jacket and hung it by the door, then went into the kitchen to get a drink.

Davin followed Tohru quietly, closing and locking the door once they were inside.

Tohru leaned up against the counter, taking a few sips of water. He was exhausted, but emotionally.
"Gods…" he murmured.
He let down his hair to release some of the physical tension he was feeling.

Davin sat down on the couch after taking off his cloak, running his fingers through his own hair.

Tohru, after taking a minute to breathe, went to the bedroom to grab his bag. He sat down on one of the chairs with his sketchbook and a pencil, tapping the pencil up against his chin as he thought.

Davin closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a slow breath.

(Oh shoot, sorry.)
Tohru started to brush out lines over the blank page. He wasn't putting much thought into it at the moment, but he found himself making the lines form a soft male face.
It was more subconscious at first, but he was sketching Davin's likeness before he realized.

(it's fine!)

Davin shifted, opening his eyes and turning on his tablet, pulling up a book that he had been meaning to read.

Tohru shrunk down in towards his drawing, feeling guilt well up in his chest. It had been there before, but now it was kind of spilling over. He restlessly shifted around, unhappy with the sketch, and feeling strangely fidgety.
He got up and paced into the kitchen, grabbed some water, and leaned up against the counter, trying to put in more work, but even after a few moments, he realized it wasn’t doing much but maybe making him feel closer to some sort of outburst, since Davin wasn’t there to see it.

Davin looked up when Tohru moved around. "You alright?" he called softly, running a hand through his hair and looking in the direction of the kitchen.

“Yeah. I’m alright. Why wouldn’t I be?” Tohru replies, trying to sound as relaxed and nonchalant as possible.
Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?
He took a few sips of water, still trying to clear his head without doing anything drastic.