[ quite the contrary, on two counts. one: that knowing how to choose his words and being able to flirt are related; tseng of course knows how to wield words as a weapon, but is much less confident in his ability to use them as a tool of seduction. and two: if he were to learn such a skill, the only people on whom he would ever consider using it would be those he trusts, insofar as a turk trusts anyone. he trusts zack. it’s zack who shouldn’t trust him.
zack lifts a hand to run his fingers through tseng’s hair. is it noticeably longer than it was the last they saw each other? or is this just zack’s way of starting something, a conversation opener? tseng sees that glint in his eye, the encouragement to meet him in the middle, and he swallows back his uncertainty to respond in kind. ]
Are you saying I wasn’t pretty before? [ an eyebrow lifts, but there’s amusement tucked into the corners of tseng’s lips as he replies. as if to take the sting out, he brings a hand up to wrap his fingers loosely around zack’s wrist, thumb against his pulse, the touch gentle. ] I’m heartbroken, Zack Fair.
[ it feels strange, to be doing this. strange, but… not bad, not exactly. just a little outside tseng’s usual skillset. ]
You look the same as always. [ that part is true. ] Handsome. [ that part is true too.
tseng holds his tongue against the temptation to add, i missed you. that might be a third true thing, but this isn’t the moment to say it aloud. ]
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zack lifts a hand to run his fingers through tseng’s hair. is it noticeably longer than it was the last they saw each other? or is this just zack’s way of starting something, a conversation opener? tseng sees that glint in his eye, the encouragement to meet him in the middle, and he swallows back his uncertainty to respond in kind. ]
Are you saying I wasn’t pretty before? [ an eyebrow lifts, but there’s amusement tucked into the corners of tseng’s lips as he replies. as if to take the sting out, he brings a hand up to wrap his fingers loosely around zack’s wrist, thumb against his pulse, the touch gentle. ] I’m heartbroken, Zack Fair.
[ it feels strange, to be doing this. strange, but… not bad, not exactly. just a little outside tseng’s usual skillset. ]
You look the same as always. [ that part is true. ] Handsome. [ that part is true too.
tseng holds his tongue against the temptation to add, i missed you. that might be a third true thing, but this isn’t the moment to say it aloud. ]