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Re: An Optimistic Joy
« Reply #15 on: August 24, 2019, 06:15:16 AM »
Noticing the squirming indecision on how to best navigate the cramped seating, Mal too attempted to make himself smaller to give the human room.  Part of him wanted to put an arm around Quinn - they were used to hugging, after all, so it shouldn't be that awkward.  But that would undoubtedly mark them as an "item" to the average onlooker, and he wasn't entirely sure how Quinn would feel about that sort of thing.  Above all, he wanted to make sure Quinn was comfortable and enjoying himself. 

He wrestled with the thought as the show began and deafening cheers filled the tent at the appearance of a handful of clowns.  Mal's attention was mostly on examining the small details of their costumes.  Unexpectedly he fell into reminiscing about one instance when he was commissioned by a group that wanted costumes for a satirical set of skits involving unionizing in the fashion industry.  It was a fascinating project to say the least, though he still wasn't entirely sure how they'd pulled it off.  He made a move to share his little memory with Quinn, but found it too complicated to explain quickly, nevermind the fact that the human wouldn't be able to hear him well.  They made eye contact anyway and Mal warded off the questioning look with a smile before turning back to the show.

Next, the clowns brought out a bear on a leash.  Looking more humiliated than sad with a crooked hat perched atop its head and a frilly collar around its neck.  It looked like they were going to make it jump through hoops, much to the delight of the children in the front row.  Catching a whiff of something else that he couldn't quite put his finger on, Mal could've sworn the bear wasn't actually a bear.  There were too many other smells around to say for sure.  He hoped that it wasn't actually a shifter in costume--that would be cruel. 

Mal glanced at Quinn and leaned in to speak closer to his ear, "That bear look sad to you?"
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Re: An Optimistic Joy
« Reply #16 on: August 24, 2019, 09:08:47 AM »
As soon as the bear had come out, Quinn whipped his head to the side to give Mal a look. When the vampire leaned in to speak, chills ran down his neck and spine, a fast and invasive image of meeting him halfway in a kiss making his cheeks flush. Trying to ignore his own reaction, he turned to talk in Mal's ear and that same impulse pushed forward again. What would it feel like to place a kiss on Mal's cheek? He looked at his companion, the blush not fading just yet, their shoulders and knees pressed together in the tight seats of the tent.

With a hesitation that was just a moment too long, Quinn answered him incredulously. "Uh, yeah, actually. That bear looks miserable! You're in trouble." He gave the vampire a playful scowl and turned his attention back to the affair on the floor. The thought that the bear could have been something other than just a bear never occurred to him, forgetting briefly the intensity of the supernatural presence in the city.

The rest of the circus featured a dazzling display of acts, introduced and narrated by the traditional ring leader in a shimmering top heat. Clowns in face paint, jugglers, trapeze artists. His favorite part was the team of acrobats who put on such a stunning show of human strength and flexibility that had Quinn twitching compulsory as he imagined the workout it would take to practice such feats. He was so enrapt with watching the twelve men stack themselves and bend themselves that he almost didn't notice Malakai watching him with a widening smirk. If it hadn't been for the slight turn of his head, he may not have even noticed at all. He flushed when he noticed, muttering a defensive "what?" which only made the vampire's grin widen, his eyes land back on the act on the floor. He inched closer to the vampire, casually re-adjusting himself and making no effort to play coy as he pressed just a little more weight against his partner.

He wanted to slip his arm around the back of Mal's seat, the idea of rubbing small casual circles into his back with his thumb tempting and simple enough to do. With all the eyes around him, however, and a history of hiding himself among people who hated his open displays of affection, Quinn didn't dare. The city had always been friendly to him and his lovers, but old habits die hard. He didn't do public displays of affection, no matter how small. They made him a target and Quinn had had enough of that to last him a lifetime. So the opportunity was left alone and the human contented himself with the extra, reasonable closeness to his date instead.

After a couple hours the crew bowed and stepped away and the lights rose on a packed house that appeared much fuller than Quinn had realized. He stood and clapped with the rest of the audience, thoroughly entertained, despite the presence of sad bears. He stretched stiff muscles and waited for his date to decide whether he wanted to sit and wait for the crowd to dissipate or to join them in the slow, smooshed migration towards the exits. Quinn was content with anything, feeding off the excitement of the show, but excited at the possibility of feeding Mal more human food.

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Re: An Optimistic Joy
« Reply #17 on: September 07, 2019, 08:39:24 AM »
Mal didn't attempt to follow the majority of the crowd out of the tent, choosing to wait out the majority of the flow standing in place at his seat.  With an easy smile on his face, his gaze moved over the crowd as it drained through the front flap of the tent, watching as children tugged parents along by the hand wailing about sugary snacks and stuffed animals.  He glanced at his date for the evening, wondering if he'd make a move to join the crowd or if he was content with waiting for the majority to leave.

"What do you want to do next?"  He asked as the first rush exited.  With the intention of leading them to the exit, Mal reached a hand out for Quinn to take.  It was an impulsive gesture that he couldn't take back once initiated, though he immediately felt the itching need to blush.
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Re: An Optimistic Joy
« Reply #18 on: September 12, 2019, 07:59:42 AM »
"I told you; you have to eat more carnival food." It was non-negotiable and his expression made sure that Mal had no way out of it. He stood, feeling the social expectations from those around him - especially from skater boy, who was also standing and waiting in a way that signalled he was trying to join the crowd - and followed Mal's lead.

Quinn was halfway through the motion of taking his date's hand when he realized what the hell he was doing. He rationed the motion as maintaining connection in the crowd - and it was true! But, fuck, did it make his face blush when Mal took his hand. Mal's skin was cool and firm, but not unpleasantly so. Like he had spent too much time outside in a Massachusetts autumn. The desire to warm Mal's fingers with his own stuck playfully in his mind as he weaved through the crowd, refusing to leave him. Stupid, he admonished himself for letting himself feel so swept away with such simple gestures, settling his grip in his date's until they had navigated their way through the crowd.

When at last they had emerged into the crisp night air, they moved off to the side to allow the rest of the audience to exit and collect themselves. Only Quinn hadn't dropped Mal's hand yet. The thought tugged at him, decorum and expectations and fear of what Mal might think if he didn't all mingling together in a large mess that made him avoid the vampire's eyes, but he kept his fingers laced between Mal's as long as Mal wanted it. At any sign of tension or resistance, he would release him immediately, though he hoped that wouldn't be the case. His face flushed and that unconscious fear of being seen lingered beneath the surface, threatening the giddiness and excitement that was keeping his face warm.

His throat felt dry all of a sudden. "Is... Is this okay?" Quinn made a gesture towards their interlocked hands and risked a glance up at his partner.

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Re: An Optimistic Joy
« Reply #19 on: September 13, 2019, 04:17:17 AM »
The bloodless-blushing feeling in his face didn't leave, intensifying as their fingers wove together.  Quinn's warmth and heartbeat were the only things on Mal's mind as they wove through the crowd together.  By the time they exited the tent, he'd gotten used to the feeling and hoped they could continue.  Truthfully, he thought they fit together perfectly - in every corny way. 

Malakai was lost in the feeling of how natural it felt to hold Quinn's hand - as if they'd always been doing that.  There was a smile lingering on his lips when Quinn spoke, and as Mal glanced down at him it faltered.  He'd completely forgotten that the human might've been uncomfortable with the gesture.

His grip tightened slightly as if to answer the question.

"I'm... enjoying it," he admitted perhaps a little too quietly.  "I mean, unless you're not, then we don't have to.  I mean, I wasn't trying to- I just wanted to uh."  He licked his lips and glanced away, swamped with awkwardness.  He didn't let go of Quinn's hand, though, unless the human started to. 
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Re: An Optimistic Joy
« Reply #20 on: September 13, 2019, 09:04:12 AM »
He didn't hear Mal's response and leaned his attention in to try to recover the words retroactively, almost asking "what?", but Mal kept talking. Before he realized what he was saying, still trying to chase his response cognitively, Quinn's thoughts ran into themselves and he understood what was happening.

Mal was being awkward again.

The juxtaposition of this gorgeous man, who seemed to have everything else so well planned and put together and settled upon, fumbling with words because he felt the same kind of bashful want that Quinn did... It made him seem less divine and more approachable, more real to him. The giddiness in his chest won over and he gave Mal an amused smirk, reaching for more real estate with his fingers woven between the others. "Okay," Quinn flushed, the feeling of being seen and the enjoyment of the moment standing linked with Mal mingling into something that made his ears very red. "Soooo..." he leaned on the word quietly, trying not to be shy about it himself. "Let's go get some food, then." He grinned at his date and began his trek towards the food stalls.

They moved at a leisurely pace, his thoughts still focused heavily on the sensation of holding hands, the occasional bump of their arms together, the natural movement of their hands and fingers against each other. The color in his face was resisting all attempts to relax about it and he scolded himself for it.

"So... uhm, what were you trying to tell me in the tent?" He asked with tension in his voice, pretending it wasn't there and hoping that Mal would follow his lead, or that it at least wasn't that obvious. He looked over at Mal's face and tried to keep a relatively neutral expression, though that smirk lingered.

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Re: An Optimistic Joy
« Reply #21 on: Yesterday at 08:25:38 AM »
It was impossible to deny how cute Quinn was, and it sent Mal's chest aflutter.  He did his best not to stare or make things more awkward between them, enjoying the notably more enthusiastic hand-holding as much as the human was. 

Mal smiled to himself, glancing away and out and around the carnival as they walked.  When was the last time that he existed truly in-the-moment like this? 

"Huh?  Oh, uh,"  his face contorted slightly, trying to remember what moment Quinn was referencing.  There were a couple of times he wanted to say something to him but didn't.  Sad bears?  No, he said something about that.  Something about the elephant?  Or was it the lion tamer?  Maybe the acrobatics?  "I don't remember, honestly."  He admitted with a breathy, nervous chuckle. 

They came to a stop in front of a red tent with KETTLE CORN printed in gold lettering.  Two people were busy stirring a vat of salty sugary corn while another bagged the freshly popped kernels.  Mal's gaze lingered on the large wooden paddle as he watched, nose flaring as he took in the sweet smokey scent. 

"Oh-" he exclaimed, suddenly remembering, "The clowns in the beginning, their costumes - well it wasn't about their costumes exactly..."  The person bagging popcorn looked up at the pair and smiled.  Mal looked down at his date,  "Uh, do you want to get some of that?"  He nodded at the red tent, fingers wiggling lightly between Quinn's. 
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