Ardyn Tenmyouji || Airlocked CRAU (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
burninglight) wrote2030-12-27 07:25 pm
burninglight) wrote2030-12-27 07:25 pm
//post-airlocked cmo
[hit me with all that domesticity/worldhopping visits shit, fam]
[hit me with all that domesticity/worldhopping visits shit, fam]
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Even so, it's a relief when the train finally pulls into the Shibuya Station and they can step out into the underground walkway. It's not fresh air quite yet, but it makes a nice difference from being stuck in the train car.
It'd be nice if Yuuri could bring herself to stop squinting worriedly at her phone and actually appreciate it. ]
There should be some stairs up the square somewhere around here...
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[Ardyn seemed...a bit disoriented, really. Like he was trying to place something familiar and utterly failing.]
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And maybe that's true. But Tokyo is a lot to take in in any case, and especially after a year in Kirkwall. It's loud and bright and there are so many people that for a good minute after the Doctor says goodbye and the TARDIS fades away, CT stays right where she is, just...staring. Taking it all in.
And then she takes a deep breath, and shakes her head. Right. She starts scanning the crowd - Ardyn, at least, should be easy to spot. ]
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[Akira's world and the Japan therein were...different. But the city was very like Insomnia, enough that after a while Ardyn was comfortable enough to rely a little less on going out under illusion magic.]
[...But only a little, because today the person that stopped mid-step and blinked in recognition at her was definitely no one she'd have recognized herself. A little more than hardlight, the figure spoke in a soft voice to match the disguise as if Ardyn forgot he was wearing an illusion at all.]
How lovely to see you. I wasn't expecting such a pleasant surprise today.
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So when she catches a familiar voice ringing in her mind's ears, a familiar silhouette in the corner of her vision, well. She turns around to see what it is.
Hello there, Ardyn. She's got her Gothitelle by her side and a small baby tucked into one of those baby sling things at her chest. ]
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I don't know, it's certainly not Tokyo but it has its own sort of charm. Don't you think s- [Midsentence to the Pokemon beside him, Ardyn happened to glance up and:] Elaine! What a delightful surprise, I didn't expect to just run into you here.
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Or what's what she thought, anyway. They're not even really on an outing, just running to the store for some groceries but here's a commotion on the street that Yuuri completely wasn't prepared for. It's... a parade? A march? Some nonsense like that and it's completely blocking off the road. All they can really do is just sort of stand awkwardly on the street and wait for it to pass.
Yuuri looks about as nonplussed as you'd expect by a display like this. But then something seems to click and her expression sours considerably. ]
Really? At this time of year, already?
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[Ardyn had been trying to work out the reasoning to no avail; the date didn’t seem particularly notable offhand.]
What’s wrong, Yuuri?
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...What, don't judge her, let her give Xander a whole fucking dragon.
But anyway, even small lady vagabonds know to come calling on their uncles in early spring, when they can't quite shake memories of cookies that you absolutely should not eat. (She's off by about ten days, but even so.) It's because of this that Jane's come to call at the Tenmyouji residence, and raps on the front door with "shave-and-a-haircut", a gift basket of very nice fruit resting at her feet.
Look, she's not dumb enough to bake something and drag upsetting memories to the surface.]
Hello? Anybody home?
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Jane-? My, this is a delightful surprise. Do come in, to what might we owe the pleasure?
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Well, 'star' is pushing it. He's taking on roles in various soap operas, anyway, and that means plenty of travel through time and space to be where he needs to be. And Church? Well, Church likes tagging along sometimes. It made him nervous, at first, and came along as protection. But time revealed that Ardyn's hardly ever in much more danger than being accidentally poked in the eye with a mascara wand. Ardyn's a big boy who is more than capable of taking care of himself, too, and there wasn't anything wrong with staying at home instead of spending his time terribly bored in the background, trying to piece together the absurd plots of this show or that.
Today however is a luncheon out, and he can't say no to an invitation like that. It's a nice little place they've settled into with some...more alien fare than they're used to.]
I'm glad it's so nice out here, too I did part of a a stream outside today. Lil bit of clickbait for something different and fun, lil bit keeping the birds company. Not my smartest move; sun glare on screens is not great, but like, I figured, they could use some attention, and it was too beautiful to stay inside all day.
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[Ardyn was admittedly glad Church had accepted the fact that he wasn't in mortal peril whenever he left...but at the same time, he did miss having the company. So days like this were the sort he enjoyed, particularly when it came to trying something new.]
[(He'd mostly started to move past his reluctance to accept food. Mostly.)]
The weather really is something, isn't it? I was so used to extremes back home that it almost seems unreal that days this nice can persist for so long.
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Which, that was fine enough. AC existed, after all. And Church was never shy about going around in as few clothes as possible if he could get away with it anyway. (It made for some videos lately wherein he could show off his guns, which he was sure would make for a nice little uptick in views.)
But half the fun of being sans clothing was having someone to share that with, and Ardyn had been away. He ought to be back sometime today. Sometime. Anytime. Meantime, he kept himself occupied with his...job? Gig? Side gig? Thing. To pass the time.]
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[Well, that was fine. He'd just sneak into the kitchen so as not to interrupt and start making some nice calming tea while that was finishing up.]
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Ardyn wasn't the only one prone to nightmares. Not of memories suddenly uncovered in one terrible fell swoop (after another), but memory...memory is the key.
He awoke with a start, a jerk of the head and a sharp inhale. Where...? Dark, warm and dark and his heart, the heart he had physically, beat a wild drum. Home. He was home. And there was a husband he shouldn't wake.]
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[Usually Ardyn slept like a rock, but he also wasn't so far gone that sudden motion would be completely unnoticed. He made a vague sound, stretched like a cat, and reached over with a searching hand to find Church's arm.]
S'okay...you're alright.
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and they were soulmates
And a nuzzling mama bird watching over. He patted the adult lightly, reassuringly.]
We're all right, we're all alright here, papa's lap is nice and cozy warm. Isn't that right, chubbykins? You big chungus.
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[definitely not allowed to move, ever again]
How awful.
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It's nice, quiet and peaceful. And she's not expecting any visitors yet. So it seems like a good enough time to settle in with Haruka and try to relax.
Seems being the keyword. ]
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[...Ardyn probably would have killed one or several if they tried, confusing theologians across the galaxy.]
[And speaking of Ardyn, there wasn't the security or peace in the world he couldn't get around. With a telltale thunk outside her window, a 6'5" cryptid that was almost entirely legs phased right through a mostly-closed 27th story window.]
[Mostly closed is, as we all know, slightly open.]
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So, casual cafe, nothing too upscale or fancy, easy enough walking distance, and Church is dressed just as casually. Jeans, comfy hoodie, everything good, waiting for his 'date' and playing with his phone. It's kind of stupid, kind of embarrassing, kind of cute. He's never had a first date before, not really! Call it roleplaying?]
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Excuse me- [He'd never been much of an actor even with a career as an actor, and it was impossible to keep a smile off his face.] I was supposed to meet someone here today.
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Unsurprising, probably; as much as Noct likes being firmly rooted in one place, taking life day by day, not worrying about anything like gods or destiny or Chosen Kings, sometimes he likes to wander. It's not like he doesn't tell Luna--of course he does, and she understands--and besides, they both do their fair share of traveling. He misses her when he's gone, but there are others he misses, too.
Like the girls. And, well-- ]
Look at you. Someone's been taking great care of you. Here, more greens for you, buddy.
[ Chocobos. Family in other parts of the wide, wide multiverse. Noctis is gently stroking one of the chocobos' beaks, cooing softly to it; he wouldn't even know if someone were to come up behind him... ]
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...I think she missed you.
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Inside, there's a history book; it's thick, and essentially it's your run-of-the-mill history book. Nothing too dramatic... if not for the fact that it speaks of a man who'd sacrificed so much for his country, a dethroned king who'd only wanted to help. A kind and noble king, cut down far too soon... and after that, there are snippets of certain exploits that had, previously, gone unexplained. It doesn't exactly spell out who'd done those things.
But it's a record that had, before, been too edited for the authors' apparent tastes.
Noctis visits, not long after, and he says absolutely nothing about the obvious gift. He does bring a box of sweets, though, and he's just... let himself in, apparently? There's coffee, at least, one cup for him and one for Ardyn.
And when Ardyn makes his way into the living room, all Noctis does is hold up a muffin. ]
Hungry?
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[...He might have cried a little. Or a lot. He was terribly emotional as a human, after all.]
[But when Noctis showed up with little warning as he tended to do, Ardyn had mostly pulled himself together.]
Oh- [Mostly.] -a-ah...sorry, I didn't know you were coming. You haven't been waiting too long, have you?
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There isn't a game, and it should be perfectly normal and natural for his other half to be wherever he wants to be, whenever he wants to be it. But Ardyn has habits, and those habits include sleeping in late.
And sometimes rationality takes a backseat. Church has a sheet pulled around him when he pads into the kitchen, and he makes his way immediately to Ardyn and presses himself very hard against him, relieved.]
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[Somewhere around the course of mixing pancake batter, he found said husband bonking insistently into him for a tight hug.]
Wh-? Leonard? What's wrong?
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