Shenanigans with Dragon!

[my_belfry_of_fun]

Some meme'ing, some PSL'ing, all shenanigans. Parental Guidance suggested with language and content warnings.

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[light_of_willpower]

"Right now the only one I'm irritated at is George." It was snarky, not entirely like their banter had been during that initial sparring. Feeling her fingers moving against his back as she worked at the knot, Trunks shifted his arms a bit.

Now that she'd started to loosen it, he might be able to slip a wrist free.

[specialinquisitor]

"I've noticed you tensing up and becoming more formal in my presence, so don't pretend otherwise." Now she flicked her gaze up to glare at him, even as she yanked the worst of the knot free. Then she realized her glaring was having little effect, and while he freed his wrists, she straightened up to tug the blindfold off.

[light_of_willpower]

He blinked slightly as she pulled the blindfold off, managing to pull a wrist free. Which made freeing his other wrist easier. "I'm not irritated with you." Said while keeping his face turned away.

Some shifting, flexing, and a little wriggling, and he had managed to get his arms around in front of him, even if not fully free yet. Trunks was doing his best to lean as much away from her as he could. Anger was still providing a different heat that thankfully meant he wasn't blushing.

[specialinquisitor]

Mòrag simply sighed. So he was going to play innocent even further. "What next?" she asked, leaning back against the door so she wasn't pressed up against him any more. Not that much space separated them even so.

[light_of_willpower]

"He's probably locked and cast some spell on the door, but try it anyways?" Trunks offered, turning his head and trying to look down and get a good look at the bonds on his ankles and around him otherwise.

A hint of red against the rope caught the corner of his eye. "Wait...what's that?" Then there was a frustrated noise. "He put something on me after he tied me up?" Indignation made his voice rise slightly, warring with disbelief.

[specialinquisitor]

"A bow. You've been wrapped up like a package." Okay, that she did find a little funny, though she did her best to keep an even tone. "And a note, no less."

While he worked the ropes, she reached out and plucked it free, glancing over it. And then turning a little red as she stiffened.

[light_of_willpower]

"Har har...Really, he's too funny." Trunks snarked, rolling his eyes before glancing around the space they did have. Maybe he could get up higher, and then bend so he could get the knot at his knees?

Of course, that made him notice her blushing too.

"I'm almost afraid to ask what it says." With a groan, as Trunks could make some good guesses.

[specialinquisitor]

"He's instructing us to -- kiss."

Flatly, Mòrag turned the note around and held it up to him, so he could read it for himself.

[light_of_willpower]

The wizard had even made the words light up and flicker.

Would you two snog already? <3 George on the white paper, followed by a post-script that kept fading in and out. 'snog' apparently meaning kiss.

Trunks groaned, and let his head fall back sharply against the wall, eyes closing. Grimacing, and trying to remind himself that the other was trying to help. Really, he couldn't kill him--even if Trunks was considering it.

[specialinquisitor]

"He appears to have mistaken your tension around me for... something else." Mòrag cleared her throat, semiconsciously aware that she was glossing over the reverse something fierce. But then, attraction was nothing she knew how to admit.

[light_of_willpower]

That just brought a sigh, and Trunks leaned his head against the wall again. Hard, ignoring the thump. "Morag...I'm guessing your upbringing was about as normal as mine, probably less." Softly voiced, resigned a bit too. "George isn't mistaking the tension, at least for me. But it's my problem to deal with." Another pause, and a deep breath. "I've been trying to not make you uncomfortable as well, just because I am."

[specialinquisitor]

"...I beg your pardon?" She slowly pushed herself off the door and fully upright, peering at him as if he had grown a third head. Had he just said what it sounded like? Or had she completely misread what he meant?

[light_of_willpower]

Another bang of his head against the wall, and another low groan. Usually Trunks didn't have nearly the pride issues his parents had. Apparently this was going to take away what little pride he did have.

"I'm...used to shoving aside this kind of thing. But I noticed you were uncomfortable--and I didn't want to add to it." A pause. "I honestly hadn't realized I was tensing up around you that much...Sorry."

[specialinquisitor]

"It was fairly noticeable."

Mòrag shut her eyes, sighing. Not at him, by any means.

"I long ago determined I was not interested in pursuing any sort of relationship, for the sole reason that it would interfere with my duties as Special Inquisitor."

If he looked carefully, he could see the rather glaring flaw in that logic. One she was starting to realize in turn.

[light_of_willpower]

That one glaring flaw was obvious, which is why he had picked up on a completely different thing. "I thought it might be something like that. And again, it's my issue to deal with." A deep breath in and out, not that it did much for the ropes still binding him. "I'm used to shoving it aside, and I'm sorry you noticed. I'll have to try harder, because I do like sparring with you. Assuming you're still willing to let me...I don't want you uncomfortable."

He wasn't quite babbling, honest.

[specialinquisitor]

She folded her arms, already regretting that she had to spell it out. Purely for the sake of her own pride, and the embarrassment this admission would cost.

"I have... not been serving as Special Inquisitor for several months now. The first time that has ever happened to me, at that. It is something I could never foresee."

[light_of_willpower]

Wait...what? A heartbeat or two of silence, and then he brought his head up to look at her. Blinking, honestly kind of puzzled thanks to all the conflicting emotions running through him along with that slow burn of anger still. Besides, was she really going to make him say it?

This time his head went forward, instead of against the wall. Fighting his blush hard (and failing), he could feel the heat spreading along his face and neck. "I'm used to shoving aside attraction and crushes and stuff. I get that you don't want anything like that, and I wouldn't push it on you."

There went the last of his pride; just leave him tied in the closet to rot please.

[specialinquisitor]

Her fingers tightened around her arms as she stared furiously at a box down by her knee.

"This has been a very different experience for me, Trunks. One I had not ever imagined before. I am not entirely certain... what to say, or how to say it. But... I think I would regret not leaving myself open to the possibility, all things considered."

[light_of_willpower]

.......wait-what? Now he really was confused. Another deep breath in and out, and gathering some courage (usually that wasn't a problem), he raised his head back up to her. His mouth opened, then closed. Head tilted, then tilted the other way. Then his mouth opened again, and he closed it again.

Clearly having trouble figuring out what to say. "...You...don't..." It was a start?

[specialinquisitor]

All right. This was getting ridiculous.

"Would you get yourself untied? This discussion is awkward enough without you being trussed like dinner about to be cooked."

[light_of_willpower]

There was that blush again; it had started to fade and now it was back and rather complete. Clashed with his hair and everything. Huffing, Trunks tried to sort of shuffle as much as he could away from her.

Before, he'd been worried about being too close to her while he maneuvered. Now he was more worried he might kick her or something accidentally. Which is why he was trying for space still.

"He did not make this easy. Bastard." Trunks muttered. Second time he cursed and it was still around Morag.

Floating up closer to the ceiling, it was awkward still but there really wasn't much he could do about that. Bending forward, then lunging a bit and it was not easy, but he brought his knees up, reaching with his arms, as much as he could while bound--to get at the knot. A few tugs and unlooping, and he started pulling to get more slack. Now that he could get slack...

[specialinquisitor]

She stuck out a hand to grab his shoulder, the better to give him support and balance in his efforts. Right now, there was little she could contribute past that, which was fine; she had her own battle to fight, setting her pride and dignity and determination against herself.

[light_of_willpower]

It helped, although he was far too conscious of her hand against the skin of his shoulder.

Still, focus on that later. More slack, and another deep breath in ward, bringing his arms up too, chest expanding and arms flexed. Almost like when he powered up, but it was enough to get the necessary slack to shake the rope off and lower from around his torso. Finally.

Free enough he could get at the final knot and rope binding his ankles, which he made quick work of comparatively.

[specialinquisitor]

Good. That had taken just long enough for her to, if not win the war inside her, at least claim temporary victory in a battle, seize a mental and emotional hill, and fortify it against the counterattack. As soon as he had that last rope undone and started to straighten up, she shifted her hand just enough to push him against the back wall and step closer.

[light_of_willpower]

Not that she had to push him far to hit the wall. Blue eyes widened though, at the voluntary invasion of his space and he was sure his face would never cool off at this rate. The rope was still a potential hazard at their feet, but at least it was no longer in the way.