Work Text:
The work was actually doing pretty well, but it needed some... ‘attitude’ touches.
Pyke and Jhin are in the living room. The walls are rough, yet polished stone decorated with some fine pieces of art, sculptures, and plants. The Golden Demon is doing a mockup, like a 3D map of the next village destined to be performed. Pyke is only-
No. Pyke is not ‘just’ doing things. As much as he minimizes himself, there’s always a reason he does things. He’s way more complex than he pretends to be, more than he looks like.
Pyke is meticulously-
Well. That’s too far. He might be good at his job, but he’s not meticulous either. He’s as rough as the walls.
Pyke is sharpening his harpoon. It is a special harpoon, so he’s doing it with a rare, magical sander.
That’s better.
PYKE: Can you stop doing that?
JHIN: (Pretending to be inoffensive) Do what?
PYKE: (Pyke scoffs) Do that madness.
Jhin is hating this particular. It’s too stereotypical, too unsatisfying. He tries ro turn it around.
PYKE: How much time are ya gonna leave this time?
JHIN: (Humming) It is not four weeks this time, unfortunately. I must my time outside going there, doing the preparation, the performance per se, hiding away. (He tilts his head) Why are you asking?
PYKE: (Scoffing) Nothin’. (He clears his voice, fearful Jhin might notice his hesitate tomorrow, but he reads through him like a book) Just wonderin’ how much of a peaceful alone time imma gonna enjoy.
JHIN: (Smiling softly) Oh, is that it? (Pouting) You’re not going to miss me, huh?
PYKE: (Tsking) The only thing imma miss is the fuckin’ silence.
JHIN: (Stands up, moves closer to Pyke, who’s sitting on the corner chair close to a coffee table. Pyke hates feeling flustered) If you’re not going to miss anything about me, I guess... we’re done doing the lewds.
PYKE: (Pauses, wanting to explode, biting down his lips) Whatever. Don’t care. Don’t like your stupid ass outfits anyway.
JHIN: (Gasping) They’re made out of a VERY fine thread! (Crosses his arms, kneeling down and splitting Pyke’s knees. Pyke tries not to melt at the touch. He hates feeling like a damsel in distress with him) I’d just... dress up nice for you. So... You’re saying... You want to take those outfits off me?
PYKE: (Brain frying. He couldn’t say no or they’d be actually done. There was madness, but more so, there was an insane consent. Consent nonetheless) ... As long as you shut your fuckin’ mouth.
JHIN: (Smiling, resting his chin on Pyke's clothed crotch) Okay, okay. I won’t talk... this time (Taking off the belts) I’ll tease you way more next time.
This was way better. They’ve only been dating for a couple of months in the story, so he has to write them less like a couple that’s been married for fourty four years, though he can’t wait to write this story.
He can’t wait to live this story. All of these scenarios are part of a story he wants to go through with Pyke as long as he has him in his hands.