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exiguous: (mona6)

[personal profile] exiguous 2023-12-13 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Pestering me isn't going to make me move any faster, you brat.

[ This isn't entirely true, because Mona is equally as eager to get indoors, where there'll be a roof over her head. Her large hat won't save her from the massive downpour (and she wouldn't want it to get too drenched, anyway) -- but it also won't obscure the small house up ahead in the jungle. It seems small, modest, abandoned. It may not be the sturdiest of homes, sure, but Mona has spent enough time outdoors to know that beggars can't be choosers.

She's close behind him when he calls out to her, and Mona rolls her eyes at his sass. Goodness, he's quite impatient, isn't he? But she's close behind him, and when their eyes meet, her gaze isn't quite as sharp as it used to be with him. Still, she's pouting, and she huffs before she reaches past him to open the door. Thankfully, it's unlocked.
]

Yes, yes, loud and clear. I have a name, you know.

[ Hmph! She'll at least step aside to let him in first, though, even if her free hand goes onto her hip. ]
exiguous: (mona013)

[personal profile] exiguous 2023-12-13 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
Incorrect, but I may as well call you 'Infuriating' while we're at it.

[ Mona may have been far more outraged by his insolence back when they first met, but some time has passed since then, and she's learned to take no -- well, less offense to his quips. This is just how Wanderer is, and she's mostly managed to adjust. It doesn't mean that her ego isn't sore and bruised from her time with her new companion. At least he's resourceful and observant, if nothing else.

Mona also does her own inspection of the place to make sure it's safe, and she sneaks a glance his way to ensure that he also feels that it's okay to stay here. She finds her answer in the way he removes his hat and sets it aside. She'll do the same, on her side of the room.

She finds a sink in the kitchen area, which she uses to squeeze out some of the rainwater from her hair. Her attention is grabbed when he mentions sleeping on a bed, and something about her expression seems to soften -- this is clearly a blessing, and it shows. The relief on her face fades as quickly as it came, though, and it mellows out into something more neutral.
]

... Fine. I can't deny that I am rather fortunate to find a place to rest my head tonight.

[ ...Even if sleeping under the stars wasn't all that bad, even with Wanderer's presence. Strange, that, isn't it?

She hears something quietly drop from the ceiling and onto the countertop next to her, though. She glances its way -- raindrops, slowly dripping from the ceiling. Unsurprising, but still a little bothersome.
]

Even if this house is a little...dilapidated. [ And after wringing out the last bits of water she can get out of her hair: ] It'll have to do. Make yourself comfortable.
exiguous: (mona011)

[personal profile] exiguous 2023-12-14 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
Certainly not. It's the only house we've seen all the way out here; I'm sure there are explorers and rangers who seek shelter here from time to time.

[ She says this as she walks out into the small lounge area, inspects the state of the couch -- it's not horrible, all things considered -- before she turns towards where Wanderer is standing. She fully intends on looking at that bedroom, even if she will, indeed, choose to sleep elsewhere with her blanket.

In the beginning, Mona may have protested against Wanderer freely searching through her belongings; now, there are things in there that belong to him, too. It feels more like a shared resource these days rather than something that she takes full ownership of. His offer to prepare the tea is a welcome one, especially with how chilly it is outside.
]

Let us hope that the plumbing's held up over the years, then. While you do that, I'm going to check the state of the bedding.

[ She takes a step towards her destination, and her heel clacks on the flooring beneath her -- she turns to give Wanderer a little glance, almost as if she doesn't entirely want to be without his company -- and then, she's off to see the sad state of the bug-ridden mattress. Soon enough, she's back in the kitchen, disgruntled. ]

So much for a bed to rest my head on tonight...though there's hardly any room to complain. I'll use the couch...

[ ...Which begs the question of where Wanderer will be able to get comfortable. It's why she trails off in thought, though the idea of them sharing the couch is embarrassing. Not deplorable, but the thought gets her to clear her throat. ]

T-that is, if you can find somewhere to sit, too. I'm more than used to sleeping on hard surfaces by now.
exiguous: (mona6)

[personal profile] exiguous 2023-12-17 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Far too many- hey!

[ Wanderer may as well call himself an expert in flustering the proudest Astrologist in all of Teyvat. Mona huffs and rolls her eyes, and her hands go to her hips, but her attention shifts to the running water almost immediately. It's yet another sign that Wanderer doesn't get under her skin nearly as much as he used to. Good, the plumbing works. (He can get to that tea and make up for lumping her in with the insects, she thinks.)

With Wanderer keeping watch, she knows that she'll feel...safe. Safe -- a word she didn't think she'd use with someone of his nature. However, he's proven time and time and again that he is a reliable companion. Even so, her gaze lingers on him thoughtfully before she averts her gaze, back onto the couch.
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...If you insist...

[ She'll set up her blanket and place it on the sofa, but -- the tea. Besides, it'll be hard to sleep with all the sounds of thunder and lightning.

Mona makes her way over to the kitchen and pulls up one of the two wooden chairs there. The warmth from the stove is comforting, and she sits up straight before she decides to do some readings -- Mona does not disclose what she's trying to discern, but she nods to herself in silence.

Then:
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Luckily, the weather tomorrow afternoon seems to be a little more favorable. We should be able to travel more comfortably.
exiguous: (mona012)

[personal profile] exiguous 2023-12-18 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
You should know that I don't typically perform divinations on trivial matters like the weather. This was a special case.

[ And she's quite adamant about that. To her, using her skills on everyday things would be a waste of time and a complete disservice to an art that's supposed to be sacred, and treated with the utmost respect. It isn't just some tool for her to use freely, and Wanderer has never seemed to understand that. Oh, well. Most people haven't.

She rolls her eyes yet again at the mention of playing house.
]

Please. As if I'd choose to be stuck in a room with a brat like you.

[ She pouts as she says it, but the realization that this is probably one of the first times they've actually been in close, domestic quarters like this is what gets her to blush. There's a light pink color dusted on her cheeks, but it's very feint, and quickly covered by her raising her cup to sip on some of her tea.

It's good. Her eyes glance up to see him smiling smugly her way.
]

You look quite pleased with yourself. Are you that proud of the tea you've made?
exiguous: (mona5)

[personal profile] exiguous 2023-12-22 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ If he ever told her that he would have been her childhood bully, she could absolutely believe it. Their relationship now, though, is just slightly (no, it's more than that--) more cordial, as evidenced by how lax her posture is in his presence. It's a surprise that Mona Megistus, someone who carries herself pridefully, can let her guard down around someone like Wanderer, even if he's now just an ordinary person in the eyes of the unaware.

She lowers her cup and quickly licks her lips. She's had more green tea now than she ever has, but it tastes good. It's always warm, too.

She can't help but chuckle at Wanderer's comment.
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More bitter, to suit your personality? [ She shakes her head, though. Her smile is surprisingly bright. ] Oh, I'm joking, of course. I think it's perfectly fine as it is now.

[ Maybe it's the weather that makes it taste so good...or maybe it's because she knows who was behind the kettle...? ]

I've grown accustomed to the flavor of green tea by now, and -- [ ...ahem. ] I am quite fond of how you prepare it.
exiguous: (mona6)

[personal profile] exiguous 2023-12-27 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's become easier for her to admit that she doesn't mind accompanying him on his travels. As long as she has time for her research (which traveling does, indeed, help her with), as long as she can continue her drafts for The Steambird, and as long as she has her basic needs met...it's not so bad. Wanderer, surprisingly, makes sure that she's taken care of. He is, admittedly, better in the kitchen than she is, in any case. Mona truly is fortunate, even if that's a fact he'll have to pry out of her someday.

Wanderer presents his question, almost like it's a challenge. She huffs .
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Of course I'll be able to. I've lived through colder temperatures before.

[ ...with more things to keep her warm, that is. He's right in that she only has the mug and her blanket.

It won't be enough, and she knows that. But there isn't anything either of them can do to really fix that. She'll be fine, she tells herself. He's lucky that the cold won't bother him.
]

... You're concerned, aren't you?
exiguous: (mona6)

and then i took 5ever to reply

[personal profile] exiguous 2024-01-14 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
I am not-

[ ...is her immediate response. It's quick, it's natural, but perhaps unfamiliar in the way she cuts herself off. This is where she would finish her sentence, insist that she's stronger than he thinks, but she's stunned by the way he answers her question. He doesn't deny that he's concerned. He admits that he is.

It's probably the most heartfelt thing he's told her thus far. Something stirs in her chest at his reply.

He cares. He cares and she knows it, now. It's why her defenses seem to lower in how she relaxes her shoulders, in how her cheeks turn a brighter shade of pink. Mona clears her throat, trying to cover up for her little fumble but failing to do so nevertheless.
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Y-you don't have to worry so much. [ Her voice is quieter, now. ] I know we're quite different, but I'll be alright.

[ There's a pause. ]

I'm fully capable of returning the favor, too, you know.
exiguous: (mona2)

ratshakes these two

[personal profile] exiguous 2024-01-23 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ How far it goes...

Is she aware? She thinks she is. She knows that Wanderer doesn't need sustenance. He doesn't get cold. Many things that would threaten her health are more like minor inconveniences to him. Even so, however, she remains unaware of the lack of a heart -- perhaps that simply means he's exemplified something akin to having one, so much so that she hasn't noticed.

The biggest difference between them, Mona thinks, much to her chagrin, is that he is far better at masking -- or perhaps not even feeling much at all -- than she is. She's trying to will away the flush on her cheeks, trying to pull her expression back to something neutral.

And then his hand touches her chin, forces her to look at him. It's her worst nightmare right now. The way her heart races is yet another thing she'd like to will away, but the heart wants what the heart wants.

And her heart would very much like to close the gap between them and --
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Y-you--

[ No. Ignore it, Mona. You're simply entranced because of the proximity, there is nothing else to it.

... Or, so she thinks. If it were that simple, she wouldn't be a sputtering mess. She can't even speak. She's just that red in the face.
]
exiguous: (mona008)

[personal profile] exiguous 2024-01-31 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wanderer gets closer, closer, and her eyes naturally close in anticipation. He's going to kiss her, isn't he? There's no other explanation for it, even if the stars couldn't have foretold this development –

the kiss happens in a way she doesn't expect. No, it's not a rough press of lips to hers like she thought it would be in that split second. Instead, it's a gentle, feather-light kiss to the corner of her mouth.

Her breathing grows a little heavier as her expression contorts into something utterly embarrassing. Her cheeks are undeniably red now, and she places her fingers on top of where Wanderer's lips brushed against hers
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Y-you – I'm not weak!

[ Clinging isn't unwelcome. His warmth isn't, either. None of that diffuses her need to prove herself to him and show him that she means what she says.

Without giving it much thought, Mona grabs him by the collar and draws him in for a proper, actual kiss. Her lips firmly plant themselves onto his, and she holds it there for a second or two before she pulls away.

Mona puffs up despite herself, pouting in his direction.
]

T...there. See? I-I'm stronger than you think I am.
exiguous: (mona009)

CRAWLS BACK

[personal profile] exiguous 2024-03-10 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ These two seconds are incredibly long for her, too. She has to close her eyes and pull herself in – does she regret it? Hm. The pompous part of her wants to shake her and scream and talk about how humiliating that must seem.

The core part of Mona Megistus, however, doesn't regret it at all. That side of her is what's evident, what's showing on her very flushed face and in how she looks back at him with some sort of determination in her eyes. What that determination is for is unclear, but it takes her a moment to reply to his retort with a scoff of her own.
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Of course. Why, it isn't as if we've been traveling together for weeks now.

[ Looks like her bite's returned. Good, she thinks. She doesn't have to look like a coward in front of him anymore, even if it means suppressing the urge to run away and hide. ]

Victory is very clearly mine.

[ As if this were a competition. She says it with a small smirk on her lips, but her cheeks are still giving way to how flustered she truly is. ]
exiguous: (mona001)

[personal profile] exiguous 2024-04-15 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ (Un)luckily for him, Mona Megistus bows to no one. ... Or so her demeanor would suggest, but those who know her well – like he does at this point – know that she'll submit to the right people. He, however, aggravates her so much that it helps her fight back and use her sharp tongue to rile him up as much as she can.

Ironically, this is one of the rarer moments in which Wanderer is starting to draw something more submissive out of her, with how he touches her cheek, how his eyes soften. It's unusual for him to look this way. She's never seen it on him before, let alone see him offer to make her bed for her. He's always been one to let her take care of herself, which she's never had a problem with, but now...he's offering to do something so gentle for her. It does nothing to quell her embarrassment.

Mona will not stop him, though. Instead, she just looks down at her tea, averting her gaze so it doesn't stay on his anymore.
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Fine, so long as you call me by my name. Just this once.

[ It's phrased like it's a quip, and it is – but she also just wants to hear him say it, even if it's only for tonight. Even if he never calls her Mona ever again. ]