waking the dead 2.0 | 1st of samhain, deardaoin (thursday)

[icarusalsoflew]

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. ]

Comments

[icarusalsoflew]

Well, long engagements tend to have long periods of downtime.

[ Hee. ]

You can't fault me for trying to corrupt you.

[larue]

Do I ever?

[ Hmmm. Yeah, this smile. Right before he's snagging your hand again and cradling it between both of his. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

Oh, I don't know. You might get tempted to in the future.

[ He can be a pretty terrible person.




Terrible in all the good ways, of course. ]

[larue]

[ He knows, theoretically, that you can be. ]

Be careful. [ A beat. ] I might hold you to that.

[icarusalsoflew]

But I do love being held hostage by you, in more ways than one.

[ And then some.

Y e p. Flirting in some tent in Arcadia, like it's nobody's business. ]

[larue]

[ He actually laughs. And it feels good. Too much of Arcadia has left him unsettled and he's pretty sure there will be more to come. ]

I love you. I know I keep on saying that, but... [ there's a momentary look of wonder on his face as he moves his thumb over the ring in your hand. The thing is, he can't tell you enough of how much he loves you. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

I like hearing it.

[ No teasing edge now, nor razor sharp wit. The lack of all of that is matching the way he looks back at you like he understands, because you're making him feel the same way.

...Hell, here's a reminder. Have another kiss, love. ]

[larue]

[ He'll let himself sink into that kiss then, lean in close and tangle his fingers firmly in your own. He still has to sort of remind himself that it's not 'boyfriend' but 'fiancee' now, that when this whole trip is over, there is something that the both of you can go home to. ]

I'm really glad you said yes. [ He whispers that in the space between you both once he breaks off to come up for air. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[ Watching you as you tell him this, then moving in to give you several smaller, gentler kisses. It's matched with how one of his hands is wrapped around your wrist, fingers seeking out your pulse.

You're warm, you're alive, you're his. ]

I don't think a "no" was ever on the horizon, even if I didn't really consider this a possibility before.

[ But, well. You changed that, didn't you? ]

[larue]

I didn't know that. [ It's an honest response. Because he had allowed himself to hope, but he wasn't entirely certain that his proposal was a done deal, given everything that you'd been through. Some wounds, after all, take more time than it should, and he'd been there, at the tail-end of how things had crumbled between you and Aria Skye; and while he's never pointed it out, there was also always that ring hung around your neck. ]

I just knew I couldn't see myself with anyone else.

[icarusalsoflew]

So I left you with quite a first impression, didn't I?

[ And what a ride the two of you have had so far. Things could have gone down so differently at every turn, and yet here the two of you were. ]

[larue]

[ Leaning close now and dropping a kiss to your shoulder as he winds his arms around your waist. ] Guess you could call it something like that.

[ He's not as good with words as you are, not really. ]

Hard to not fall for a guy who cares so much about the people who matter to him.

[ It's the honest, earnest truth. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[ And he's leaning back into you before he even realizes that he did it, but he can't bring himself to care. You smell nice, and it feels like he belongs here, like this, with you. ]

Even if he's crazy.

[ Have all the dry humor. All of it. ]

[larue]

[ And that's an affectionate nip right on the lobe of your ear. ]

I prefer "eccentric". [ A beat, a smile. ] But that's just me.

Besides, he keeps me on my toes.

[icarusalsoflew]

No doubt one of his special talents.

[ Aaand nestling in even more against you. A beat, then he's making a thoughtful noise. ]

"Eccentric". [ Heh. ] Always and ever my apologist, LaRue.

[larue]

[ All you're getting in turn is a fond look from him before he tucks you under his arm and kisses your brow. ]

I don't... really like the term "crazy". [ He says that softly, hand coming up to trace his thumb over the apple of your cheek. ] I'm allowed to stand up in defense of my fiancee, right?

[icarusalsoflew]

Only if you're going to allow him to do the same for you.

[ That response is coming out muffled, because he's burying his face into your chest, breathing your scent in. This is... really relaxing.

Who would have thought, right? ]

[larue]

[ And of course, he's curling around you, smiling into your hair and tucking your head beneath his chin because this feels right: you, him. And if he can hold onto this moment for a little longer before the demands of the world outside of this tent start flooding back in, he will. ]

He's welcome to. [ Okay, he's going to give in to nuzzling the top of your head. It's silly, but it's really, really nice. ] He's always welcome to.