Only For Your Eyes | Aoife, Donald & Lili

[Vash Alois Zwingli]

YOU STRIP YOUR FREEDOMS

made by CAPTAIN of BACK TO NEVERLAND

It was a trivial thing, this pride and secrecy. They had no problem living this way, no problem with keeping secrets, and had reached an agreement when it came to matters like this: There was no way that her family should know about this, and no way he was going to let anyone know he was dating someone. It was a pride thing. It was a secrecy thing. An agent thing. An instinct. And just... well what humiliation would both of them have to face if any word of this happened to reach... certain people's ears? Of course, no matter how secretive you were and how well you hid things, eventually something was going to happen. A window was going to be open and someone would see something or something spontaneous would happen or someone would walk in and... well yes. Sometimes you had to do certain activities with your partner and unfortunately, your home wouldn't exactly be the most private place. Or at least you thought it was a private place, safe enough for these kinds of things. Or you forgot your sister had no work. Or your sister made you think she had work and... damn it. He happened to be enjoying his afternoon with her. It started out with making chocolate in the kitchen and a bit of teasing, along the lines of never expecting him to be that kind of guy. A bit of sweetness, some chocolate, some mont blanc cake and then a bit of cuddling on the couch. A perfectly good afternoon. Her kisses tasted like chocolate and a bit of Guinness, two flavors that worked perfectly well together. He had his arms around her waist and it was the two of them. No Iain to boss them around. No Donald to eat crisps. No Lili to worry about. No bad guys to gut them or shoot at them... perfection. He ran a hand through her fiery red hair as her arms draped around his neck, their bodies closer and closer together, between them only two layers of clothing. It was something, both bright and fiery, like the burning passion of a thousand suns. Something that could melt the permanent ice in his eyes temporarily, something that kept her on her feet.

LIKE A CHEAP DIRTY WHORE

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Mm, Aoife really loved it when she got the day off. It was a rare incidence, yes, but it was always worth it after weeks and weeks of waiting when finally, that break that was so desperately desired became available. Before now, it was most likely that Aoife would have spent the day by herself, enjoying a little peace and quiet in her small apartment and just wasting the hours blissfully. But… she was soon coming to realise that company during the day off was much more enjoyable than any previous breaks she had from work. Who would have ever thought she’d be spending her time with Vash Zwingli, of all people? And it was… nice. Turns out, he wasn’t as uptight as she’d always thought he was. There was certainly a romantic side to him, hidden underneath that rather grumpy demeanour of his. The chocolates seemed to have certified that for her today. A little bit of sugar, a little bit of laughter, and the next thing, the two were making themselves comfortable on the couch. It certainly made a well-received change from deliberately avoiding each other in the office. Just to make sure certain Kirklands didn’t suspect anything. She wasn’t going to waste her thoughts on her brothers at the moment, though. His hair was soft, tickling her fingertips as she moved her hands through his golden locks. It was a pleasant sensation. Pulling herself in closer, the redhead wrapped her arms around Vash’s neck, gently fiddling with the hair at the back of his head, and began planting small kisses all over his face. A few on his forehead that already seemed to be lined from all the frowning he tended to do (he really should try to lighten up a lot more), one small nip on his earlobe, a quick peck on the tip of his nose, a few chaste kisses lightly sprinkled on his brow. And she was smiling all the while. The last time Aoife had smiled this much when being in someone’s embrace had been a long time ago, that was for sure. Gently, her hands moved to cup the man’s face as she leaned in slightly to close the gap between their lips… …Which caused their noses to bump together rather awkwardly. Aoife paused, blinked, and quickly pulled away with a small laugh. “Ah… sorry…” she apologised, before moving in once more to try again with less… collisions than the previous attempt. “Just try not to move too much, okay? Seems I'm a bit clumsy at this...” And with that said and done, the space between was finally closed. Now wouldn’t it be awkward if someone was to walk in on them both now, hm?

Tag: Vash, Lili, Donny

CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS

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Perhaps their ideas were similar. After all, Lili and Vash were brother and sister and despite how different they could be, some of their thought processes followed along the same path. In this case, it was the "My sibling isn't home-- let's hang out at my house, while I work" kind of mindset. One could still have a nice time at one's house. It was cheap and it was private and perfect for quiet, quality time together. Or, in Vash's case and unbeknownst to his younger sister, intimate quality time. Lili had no idea what she was about to walk in on as she fumbled around with her house keys, chatting merrily to the Irishman who stood patiently behind her.

Though it was true, up until a little while ago she had been at work, but she had also been ready to close. And, as luck would have it (This is Donald, of course!) he happened to be by at exactly the right moment, and offered to help her carry home what needed to be taken home. Getting all of her free pots and planters would have taken her several trips under normal circumstances, but thankfully he was around to lend that extra pair of hands she needed. With Vash supposedly at work, Lili thought nothing of inviting himself for a drink or something in thanks.

"I don't think he'll mind if it's just a drink," she began. "it's the least I could do, after all."

So imagine her surprise when she got a flash of nearly-familiar red tangled in with yellow as she opened the door, with a pair of people doing... oh. Um. Err..

She bit her lip, staring for a couple of moments before taking a step backwards back through the door. "Maybe we should just go through the back--"

Your wish has been granted.

[Donald Finn O'Neill-Kirkland]

Of course he didn't have to visit her, and though he had promised to help her out sometimes, his sudden drop-by hello happened on the wind of the moment. It was common for Donald to sporadically visit shopkeepers and pals, but lately, he had been seeing Lili pretty often. On some days, without even thinking, he would find himself making a casual bee-line down the familiar promenade of Sloane street and his first instinct was always to find the Flower Pot. Despite his better judgement, Donald hadn't been able to fully resist the temptation of seeing her. The feeling was strange, confusing, odd, and again, terribly confusing. There was no definitive road map of Donald's logic, and it would definitely not be able to be followed with a pointed finger. He was wedged between two great emotions, one being fear and one being something he could vaguely call love. This was nothing close to the equilibrium he had set himself in.

Who was to blame for this dissonance?

The moment he greeted Lili, the phantom smell of those lilies that invoked his senses with a single answer. The single name that echoed in his head made his blood boil beneath his smiling complexion. Bloody bastard.

Then and there, Donald decided that he had to coax his mindset off of paranoia by spending the evening with Lili. If anything, he hoped to talk to her, or find any solace by being with her, or just become distracted and befuddled by her charm and sweetness. Spending more time with her outside of the shop was a perfect way of edging him away from the hidden dirks of anxiety. Plus, she needed help with something, and he'd much rather help a lady out than anything.

Besides, he told himself, nothing will go wrong. Life can't be that coincidental!

Thereafter, he and Lili had a grand trip to her abode, all safe and sound without a peep of a gunshot within their parameter of traveling. Yet the real concern sprouted its roots when Lili opened her door at the steps of her home. The way her doe eyes widened made Donald feel an initial tinge of shock in his nerves. Life can't be that coincidental. He was already fearing the worst. Bloody bastard.

After Lili took a step back, he gingerly set down the box of pots, the hard clay surfaces clanging against each other. When he peeked his head in to confirm or disprove his assumptions, he felt all immediate feelings wash away to be chilled with an absolute numbness.

"Maybe we should just go through the back--"

Confusion. Calculation. Re-analysis. Blink. Understanding--yes. Yes, no---no.

Wait.

"Wait," Donald blurted as the realization slowly donned on his complexion. Simultaneously, his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Wait one--bloody hell. Oh God, Jesus---AOIFE?"

He had the impish smile that looked impossible to wipe off, the one that became mixed with disbelief and mischief. The cheeks of his freckled cheeks became rosen with a flush of color and the pinch of his dimples appeared off the corners of his lips. That was his bloody twin sister lip-making with his co-worker. He could just hear the other man's file being read in his head.

"Wait, wait, wait---" Donald began moving his arms, shaking his hands as if he was begging for a moment's respite. On the contrary, this was comedy gold, and he definitely wanted to savor this moment. 

He took a step back and leaned against the door to support him up. Placing a hand on his temple, he cried, "You guys are--! Vash."

VASH ZWINGLI, the Swiss of the MI6, 'AKA', Chipper, the resident anal man that had went on a mission with--.

The energy just exploded within his body, making his arms jerk up at the epiphany. Taking a few steps around, he took at quick glance at Lili with a pleasantly shocked expression and then back at the other two. Then he spread his arms towards the two, as if he was showcasing them to her.  Yet. he could not muster the words to accompany his actions, and all that was expelled from his throat was a simple, "Ha-ha!"

HE. VASH. AND MY SISTER. Things just got fucking real. Mind-blowing. He ran his fingers through his hair as a way to calm the nascent emotions that bubbled from within his chest. Nope, there was no use calming anything now. In a moment's time, the chuckles escaped from his lips.

"Oh... my God, mercy," he bellowed as he pressed his fist against his lips, hardly holding back his mirth as he doubled over. Donald attempted to speak between his chortling, but he could not contain his fits of laughter. There were so many lines that were crossed. "YOU TWO ARE BLOODY INSANE!" he managed to say after taking an eyeful of the couples' paralyzed expression.

Coincidences, hah. He'd tip his hat up to this one.

[Vash Alois Zwingli]

YOU STRIP YOUR FREEDOMS

made by CAPTAIN of BACK TO NEVERLAND

Perhaps he could have been a bit rusty since his last partner... though he did try to push away the thoughts of her. He wanted not a thought of how sweet her kisses had been. Sweet as her apple pie. Apple pie and chocolate... but chocolate can be bittersweet and he wasn't ever going to be able to take such sweetness again. But at least he couldn't consider Aoife's lips the lips of a virgin, nor could he be the one to taint, for they were equally tainted, and equally guilty at that. This was satisfying all the same, even if his judgement could be a bit biased at the moment because of just how long ago it was the last time anything like this had happened. He felt a bit more free here on the couch in his own living room with her. They had taken extra cares to make certain no one at the office would even have a reason to suspect anything going on between the two of them, or else a certain degree of humiliation would come with the Kirklands involved with the MI6. Vash wasn't going to hear the end of it from Iain. Nor was he going to hear the end of it from Donald. Perhaps they both feared Donald's reaction. Donald would... well Donald would have a St. Patrick's Day parade with this. He laughed a little at the small collision and moved a strand of bright red from her face. "You aren't too bad." he said as she closed the space between their lips and planted another kiss, her lips soft as his tongue  gently touched the tip of her tongue, the embrace tightening, a warmth that seemed to be vacant from the streets of London. He heard the door opening, yet didn't turn to look, dismissing... perhaps he shouldn't have dismissed it, but his reasoning was that Lili was supposed to be at work that day. Or so he thought. "Maybe we should just go through the back--" He heard the words but paid no heed. Perhaps it was something in his head, something that was supposed to pull him back, perhaps a worry that Lili would ditch work and go to the house, problems that he made in his own head. Indeed, he did the exact opposite of what a person would normally react. He continued on with his romantic tirade... until the sound of Donald's voice paralyzed him, his laughter striking, the flash of equally ginger hair shining gloriously with his disbelief and surprise. For a split second, he was petrified. The next, he was reaching into the couch, where he hid a pistol, just similar to how he hid other guns around the house. One by the name Marilyn, to be exact. He tried to retort something, but no words came out until he looked towards his sister. "What are you doing in my house and why are you with my sister?"

LIKE A CHEAP DIRTY WHORE

[Donald Finn O'Neill-Kirkland]

Donald interjected after a snort, "Ye mean wot're ye doing with me sis? Huh? Eh? Hell, whot've ye done --fer how long? Godsmack me good but not without reason!"

(DONALD'S MULTIPLE LINE REPLY INTERRUPTIONS WILL HAPPEN OFTEN--)

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Unlike her partner, Aoife had been much quick to reach when the sound of the door creaking open and a surprised, timid voice met her ears. The redhead blinked in surprise, momentarily leaning back and half-pulling herself out of Vash’s embrace so she could tilt her head in the direction of the front door. Imagine her surprise when her eyes landed on a young woman who… looked surprisingly like the Swiss man Aoife was currently sharing the couch with. “Um, Vash--?” she muttered, glancing back to the man with a rather confused expression. She was about to give him a nudge to hint that the two of them should probably break it up, when another incredibly familiar voice rang out, causing the Irishwoman to freeze, completely paralysed with fear. Oh god Jesus shit fucking Christ in a WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS HE DOING HERE?! It was almost like you could literally see the colour draining from Aoife’s face at an alarming rate when she came to the horrific realisation that it was Donald… Donny… her goddamn bloody twin BROTHER laughing at her and Vash hysterically. She was never going to live this down now, was she? Crap. Finally her muscles seemed to be reacting to her screaming brain, and the woman quickly pulled herself off from her “colleague” and shuffled to the far end of the sofa, face considerably less pale but now burning a deep crimson hue as she gave Donald the most toxic, venomous glare imaginable. Vash may have had his weapon at the ready, and Aoife was already preparing hers. The next moment, a leather pump went soaring through the air, aimed directly at Donald’s face. “DONALD FINN O’NEILL YOU ARSEHOLE EEJIT WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” Oh dear. The group now had an angry redhead on their hands. This was not going to be pretty.

Tag: Vash, Lili, Donny

CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS

[omg so sorry this is late ;n;]

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W-what was going on?

Her brother? Donald's sister?

No, this wasn't..-- No! Vash always made a big deal out of her dating, looking for love. Her did it with good intentions, maybe. After the last mishap of course, he'd want to be concerned. The last thing she ever expected, however, was for him to go behind her back and do the exact same thing he warned her to never do - with Donald's sister, no less!

Her face contorted with some kind of unidentifiable emotion. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to feel happy for her brother, whom after much of her prodding finally seemed willing to find a girlfriend to make him happy, or angry at the fact he tried to keep her from love, while endeavoring to go on his own search.

She bit her lip, looked to Donald for some kind of clue, but he seemed just as dumbstruck as she, though a little more amused and offended at Vash's accusations.

"How long has this been going on...?" Lili ventured into the conversation, cautious. She was fully prepared for a response she didn't want to hear.

Aoife's screeching caused her to recoil immediately after asking. She briefly recalled Donald's explanation of his family, from the Welsh female, the Scottish older brother, and the fiery redhead he called his twin sister. Built like fire, with an attitude to boot. He wasn't lying, and she felt regretful that they had to meet during this kind of situation, in which the only possibly feelings could be animosity.

She wanted to leave, give Vash free reign of the house. Maybe so stay with Elise out of embarrassment. Bottom line was that she no longer wanted to be in the house, and her first priority was to drag Donald away lest he find himself under attack. The last thing she wanted to see was Vash going to grab his gun.