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

[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.