forum "You're The Only Ten-I-See" (Closed)

Started March 26, 2020 by @Rainy_day_artist_classic group

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"But… but how can you be sure? What if they watched us when we came in? And… and they're…" Phoenix trailed off, folding his arms on the table, and dropping his head. He kept his face hidden from Cicada.

"The only person watching you, was me," Cicada reassured him reaching over to tussle his hair. She had a soft smile on, "I promise. Again if you want to leave, just tell me."

Phoenix only shook his head, keeping his face hidden from her. "No, I'll be fine… I- I just need a minute…" He mumbled, looking up enough so she could see his eyes. "I-If the waiter comes, I just want water."

"Okay," Cicada said seeing his eyes. She gave him a comforting smile knowing that if she could help him out even a little bit that it would porbably be for the best, "Take all the time you need."

Phoenix nodded weakly, burying his face once again. He kept quiet, breathing in and out to settle his nerves. "People are going to stare if you keep hiding. And Cicada probably thinks you're being childish. Grow up, and deal with it." He told himself, sucking in a deep breath. He didn't want to sit up, but knew he had to if he didn't want on-lookers. In other words, he had growing anxiety… because he had anxiety.

The waiter came over and Cicada asked for a soda for her and then a water for Phoenix. She didn't mind that he was like this at the moment, it wasn't like Phoenix could help it after all. Overall she was being calm about it and allowing Phoenix to handle his turmoil on his own.

Phoenix kept quiet as Cicada ordered their drinks, staying as calm as he could. He had his head up at least. He quietly glanced up to Cicada when the waiter left, offering a soft look.

Cicada gave him a soft smile back. She was there for him no matter how he was feeling and she wanted him to know that. Hopefully he got the message through her looks of a reassurance.

Phoenix sighed softly, reaching out for her hand. "Can… can we hold hands..?" He asked softly, wanting to have some physical reassurance. Just getting to hold her hand would be plenty.

"Of course," Cicada replied taking his hand and squeezing it lightly. She would gladly do this if it made Phoeniz feel better, "If you want me to do anything else, just tell me okay?"

Phoenix nodded softly, pulling her hand up to his lips. He gently kissed her knuckles, setting both their hands back on the table. The simple touch was already relaxing him. "I love you…"

"I love you too," Cicada replied watching him. She could tell that this was already calming him down and that made her feel a lot better. She wasn't completely useless at the moment.

He watched her quietly, a loving look falling over his face. Phoenix was definitely starting to get distracted by her, none of his anxious thoughts making it very far. He looked like a love-sick school boy.

Cicada watched his face change and resisted the urge to let out a little giggle. He looked so love-sick to the point she was starting to make a similar face. Though it was not quiet as love sick as Phe was.

Phoenix had the softest smile up, admiring her to the fullest extent. How had he only now realized how pretty she really was? At the strangest of times, as well. "You're so beautiful…" He let out in a mumble.

Cicada blushed upon hearing his little mumble. She couldn't help it, with the look in his eyes and then his little mumbles. She glanced down at the table muttering more to herself, "I'm really not."

"I think you are…" Phoenix whispered, reaching across the table with a gentle smile. He gently lifted her chin, wanting to keep looking at her. "Doesn't that count for something?"

"Yeah, it counts for something," Cicada replied looking over at him. She was quiet as some of her old scars on her arms began to tingle, just to remind her that in this peaceful moment they still existed. A physical reminder of the monster she could be. Eventually she found her voice again, "It counts for quite a bit."

"Mmm, good. I want you to know I love you- all of you." He whispered, leaning across the table to kiss her. Phoenix smiled softly, sitting back down when he had kissed her. "Every little detail is worth something to me."

Cicada's blush only seemed to grow at his actions and his words. Along with her blush the tingle of her scars grew as well. She managed a little smile before she forced it into a smirk as she decided to maybe test him, "Mmm, even all of my scars? The ones from burns and the others I have? The tattoo on my bicep that covers the worse of them?"

"Of course, Cicada. Though I've not really seen them, they're important to me." Phoenix replied rather quickly, but didn't seem rushed. There was no hesitation in his voice, clearly showing he truly believed that. "All of your curves, and all of your scars."

Cicada didn't know why, but she wanted to cry hearing that. Or at least it felt like it. Her smile became more natural as she kept looking at him studying all his little details on his face that she could see, "I… I want you to know I love all of you too. Your anxiety and your cute little freckles. All of it."

Phoenix felt his face heat up at that, but never turned his head away. He smiled a little more, giving him a more childish look. "Aww, you're too sweet." He hummed a bit, kissing her knuckles once again.

"I'm not really," Cicada replied her smile growing soft once more. She had to resist laughing seeing his childish look and only let out a single laugh, "But you're adorable. And I hope you know that."

"Mmm, if you say so." Phoenix chuckled a little, lips still pressed to her hand. His mood had changed dramatically in the last five minutes, which was definitely at least a little surprising. Eventually he pulled away from her, sighing softly. "I love you…"