a few months back in irish we had to write poems so i made mine based of twomp. i found it today and its beautiful:
rough translation below:
The World Of Mr. Plant
One is a post officer, the other is unemployed
One is a babysitter, the other hates children
One is an extrovert, the other is an introvert
One is chatty, the other is non-verbal
One has a bunch of eyes, the other is a plant
One loves holidays, the other hates holidays
One can drive, the other cant drive
One is short, the other is tall
And theyre in love ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Hello! I wanted to ask if you can write Thenas and Gils first kiss in the boxer and dancer au! They are so cute!
She was magnificent, as always. Gil treasured the time he got to spend watching her dance, even from across the hall. He was hungry for it, having started ending class earlier and earlier, little by little. If anyone had noticed, no one felt like calling him out on it.
Just as well, Gil figured. He wasn't totally ready to admit that it was so he could watch the beautiful dance teacher across the hall.
Her class had already been dismissed, and given how she was dancing alone, he assumed that even Sersi had already left. Thena always took a little extra time to herself after her classes were done to practice by herself.
And sometimes, he would feel brave enough to 'interrupt'.
"Excuse me," he grinned as he pushed the door open gently. "I was looking for a cute ballerina with blonde hair?"
"Gil," she sounded like she was admonishing him, but he was rewarded with a very fond eye-roll and a stunning smile.
"Hey," he greeted with a smile as she stopped in the middle of her routine to walk over to him. She had the same grace as always, even setting her feet down from toe to heel. He guessed it must be quite a habit for her to walk like that. "How were classes today?"
"Nice and simple," she smiled, happy to sway in front of him while her music played in the background. "Although it's quite hard to wrangle the morning class when you interrupt."
"Sorry," he chuckled, recalling quite well the ruckus he'd caused.
The girls had all excitedly informed Miss Thena that her 'boyfriend' had arrived. The seasoned teacher had done her best to ignore her class' teasing with her dignity in tact.
Gil thought it was cute that she got flustered when her students called him that.
"You seemed like you wanted that coffee, though," he pointed out, and he knew damn well he was right about it.
Thena pursed her lips at him, unwilling to hand his victory to him on a silver platter. "For all you knew, I'd already had plenty--or had brought my own with me!"
"I seem to recall you saying that no amount of coffee in the world was enough for your first class of the day," he crossed his arms, smirking at her. Thena's eyes drifted over them just for a second before snapping back up to his face.
"Can you at least be earlier with it?--before we're in the middle of stretches?"
"Fine, I'll be nice and early with it next time," he promised.
They both knew that he had no such intention, probably planning to make an even bigger show of bringing her coffee next time.
"It's hard enough to get the young goslings in line," Thena sighed, unfolding her own arms to put her hands on her hips. The tension and stiffness was always slow to drain from her form at the end of the day. "You giving them something to giggle over doesn't help."
"Y'know, I looked it up, and young swans are called cygnets," he shrugged, unfolding his arms and reaching out to pull her closer in one - hopefully - smooth move.
"They start as goslings," Thena said firmly, even as she let him pull her close enough for his musk to intermingle with the scent of her perfume. Why did she wear perfume to class just to get all sweaty? "When they start to show some real promise, then they will become cygnets."
Gil chuckled, "your little ducklings?"
"I just told you they're goslings."
Gil let out a hearty laugh, pulling Thena into it with him. He did think it was funny, but he broke from the laughter first, tentatively walking his fingers up her back until he felt the edge of her leotard. He tapped the bare skin there, pale and silken. "Are we still on for friday?"
Thena just nodded, her smile stretching out as he rubbed small circles around her shoulder blades. She looked kind of delicate, but the muscles were strong, almost wiry with so little fat around them to soften the angles of the bone.
"Can't wait," he beamed back at her.
Thena's eyes drifted a little again, although Gil wasn't entirely sure where. But then she was reigning in her smile and taking a slight step back. Just enough that he wasn't really holding her anymore.
He pouted.
"Sorry," she offered quietly, pulling her formality around her again as if folding wings around herself protectively. "I should finish this routine."
"That's okay," he smiled, letting her hand slip out of his and drifting towards the door. "I'll see you friday?"
"Looking forward to it," she promised him, just as honestly and concisely as he had.
Gil paused at the door handle. He turned back, catching her eye with a determined set of his jaw. "Oh, one more thing?"
"Hm?" she blinked, genuinely waiting for him to bring up something he forgot or something about their date.
Gil strode over to her, dropping his bag on the floor with intention. He wrapped an arm around her, tilting his head down to kiss her. He didn't press further, waiting for her response to the simple but purposeful touch of his lips to hers.
She accepted.
Gil deepened the kiss, moving his lips against hers as her hands moved over his arms until her palms could press against his biceps. He knew he'd seen her looking, earlier.
Thena's eyes fluttered as Gil pulled away, leaving her with only the faintest tease of his tongue against her lips.
Gil could feel the blush in his cheeks, but he took some comfort in the bright red flushing Thena's even paler skin. He tucked back a few hairs that had escaped her tight up-do.
"Gil-"
"Y'know," he chuckled, unable to contain his smile after a kiss like that. "I can't remember what I was going to say."
Thena sputtered, her lips moving with no proper thoughts coming out.
"Anyway," he shrugged, going back for his bag as if he really had forgotten something. "See you friday?"
"Gil!"
"Looking forward to it!"
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