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waking the dead 2.0 | 1st of samhain, deardaoin (thursday)
WHO: The War Hounds, Hikaru, Alistair, and Jason
WHAT: Base Camp Site 001, Arcadia
WHERE: An area off the roads of Akitagawa, somewhere between the Trods, the Hedge, and Arcadia itself
WHEN: November 1, Arcadian Year ???
SAFE FOR WORK? For now? Yes.
OTHER NOTES: Make your own threads as needed!
[ Tandang Sora, with Brianna and Alistair's help, clears out an area right beside a river - at least, it LOOKS like a river, even if it shines far too brightly in the light of the sun (or moon, depending on whichever one is shining upon the lot of you at any passing minute), and its ripples occasionally form watery mouths that quietly fill the air with song. Said song matches the whisper in the trees scattered about the area, and the laughing exchanges between Sister Sun and Brother Moon in the sky.
The Tower of the Lunargent Thorn, as promised, is always a fixed point somewhere on the horizon no matter where you turn - yet another weird thing to take note of in an increasingly bizarre place. The only "normal" thing in this area, beyond the lot of you, is the way the camp site has set up.
Tandang Sora has gone off to confirm the route that you will be taking. That means, thankfully, that the lot of you have some time to cool off your heels and attempt to acclimatize to how you have all changed. ]
WHAT: Base Camp Site 001, Arcadia
WHERE: An area off the roads of Akitagawa, somewhere between the Trods, the Hedge, and Arcadia itself
WHEN: November 1, Arcadian Year ???
SAFE FOR WORK? For now? Yes.
OTHER NOTES: Make your own threads as needed!
[ Tandang Sora, with Brianna and Alistair's help, clears out an area right beside a river - at least, it LOOKS like a river, even if it shines far too brightly in the light of the sun (or moon, depending on whichever one is shining upon the lot of you at any passing minute), and its ripples occasionally form watery mouths that quietly fill the air with song. Said song matches the whisper in the trees scattered about the area, and the laughing exchanges between Sister Sun and Brother Moon in the sky.
The Tower of the Lunargent Thorn, as promised, is always a fixed point somewhere on the horizon no matter where you turn - yet another weird thing to take note of in an increasingly bizarre place. The only "normal" thing in this area, beyond the lot of you, is the way the camp site has set up.
Tandang Sora has gone off to confirm the route that you will be taking. That means, thankfully, that the lot of you have some time to cool off your heels and attempt to acclimatize to how you have all changed. ]
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...Anyway. ]
They're all survivors, and they can all be trusted. Many of them were ones part of Izanami's chattel.
[ And given that they stayed, you can probably guess how deep their loyalty runs for your fiancee. ]
I try to make the Lightless Lands as opposed to Arcadia as possible, just to see if things will catch on. The Gentry are much more malleable these days.
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You're one of the most compassionate people I know. [ A beat. ] I don't think I've ever told you that.
[ He'll lace the fingers of his free hand with yours at that. ] I know we're only going to be here a year, and that's not a short time, but I hope I can do something to help. And I don't just mean with the mission at hand.
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[ Even if said reasons had been grounded on potentially cold, totally pragmatic thinking. Brianna was a logical choice. As for the rest of you... let's just say that your individual attachments to him were a big consideration for the Committee.
On a much more lighter note, though, he honestly couldn't imagine a better blade to have his back out here, beyond the three blades he was instrumental in bringing together back in 2012. ]
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If he looks a little sheepish, it's because he is. ]
I was thinking along... different lines.
[ He's marrying you. Eventually. When this is all done and you two can actually work out the details of what kind of ceremony you'd like ( he's okay with whatever matters to you, he'll tell you as much, when the time comes. ) ]
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Okay...?
[ (Sorry, Josh. He's shelved this sort of possibility for so long, he's pretty rusty at considering all the strings that would come attached to it for himself.) ]
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Right: Arcadia.
Okay. Enough. Pulling back now and just... offering a slight shrug. ]
Do... do I still count as consort?
[ If that last word comes out awkwardly... it's because it's still pretty hard to say without sounding odd. To him, at least. ] I-it's just that... you know. I don't want to trip all over myself when we get there.
[ Yep. He's rubbing the back of his neck nervously now. ]
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Watching you a moment before he's leaning in to kiss you on the cheek. He doesn't pull back, though, because he wants to look straight into your eyes right now. ]
No. You're my Betrothed now. My Court is aware of it, and I believe that the news about us has traveled fast.
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I just... [ He wets his lips a little. ] It matters to me, you know?
To be able to stand beside you. To share whatever load you have to carry, if you'll let me.
[ He knows that sounds incredibly naive and young. But it's what he knows from the people he's watched and had in his life. ]
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[ And as things stand, he's getting better at letting you and other people he cares about share in that heavy portion of the world that he only too often takes for himself.
You're getting another kiss on the mouth, by the way, for that. It's soft and chaste and grateful, all in one breath. ]
Thank you. Having you close is really going to help.
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Then it's a good thing I'm not really inclined to leaving your side. Not unless I absolutely have to.
[ Have an eskimo kiss, love, and a sigh. ] I can't get over the way you smell.
[ A sheepish chuckle at that. ]
God, that sound so lame, but it's true.
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So do I taste better than I smell? Or is it the other way around?
[ Just throwing that out there, just to see if he can make you blush. (Or to see if you'll snap right to it, because you do, very often, manage to keep pace with him.) ]
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You taste like what he imagines the holidays could be like, things he and his family never managed to indulge in because America is a shadow of what it used to be, once upon a time. He presses close because you're solid and warm, a steadying presence in a place that seems so strange. ]
Don't make me pick. I happen to like both.
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Some things, though, you just can't go back to without hurting, without wondering if you really left on your merit or you actually just died somewhere and you're only ghost who's dreamt up his freedom. ]
And how much do you like me?
[ Murmuring that in your ear, all warm breath, amusement, and an invitation that you're welcome to take at your leisure.
(You help him forget what doesn't matter, though, and remember what counts.) ]
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He's leveling his gaze with yours now. ] I love you.
And by that, I mean all of you.
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Even like this, huh? Or when I take this Mask off for real.
[ His voice is a little soft, yes, and maybe there's a small amount of apprehension in his eyes, but it's all tempered by the look on his face. It's the expression of someone very much in love with you, and also grateful to have you by his side. You can make him believe in pretty much anything these days, and sometimes? That includes himself. ]
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You're always beautiful to me.
[ He means that. He's seen what Arcadia did to you -- what your durance made you. He knows, especially after speaking with Brianna, with the Vega sisters, that the mien is a scar that Changeling live with... but that doesn't matter to him. Scars mean you survived. It sucks that it happened in the first place, but what matters most is that you're here, you're alive and warm and with him. ]
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You're hopeless.
[ And he's perfectly okay with that. ]
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I mean that. [ He says that with a smile when he pulls back, breathless, and one hand is now drawing you closer, because he misses the solidness of your body against his. ]
I thought you were gorgeous. It... [ he hesitates a little, and wets his lips at that. ] I couldn't look away. But I had to, because you were just so beautiful it hurt.
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[ He could get behind that. He can't say or think it enough: you make him feel safe. ]
Best have me whenever you can, then, yeah?
[ And that, love, is, indeed, an offering, and yet another show of just how much he trusts you. ]
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You're going to me make me forget that this isn't a vacation if you keep talking like that, babe.
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[ Hee. ]
You can't fault me for trying to corrupt you.
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[ Hmmm. Yeah, this smile. Right before he's snagging your hand again and cradling it between both of his. ]
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[ He can be a pretty terrible person.
Terrible in all the good ways, of course. ]
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Be careful. [ A beat. ] I might hold you to that.
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[ And then some.
Y e p. Flirting in some tent in Arcadia, like it's nobody's business. ]
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