theairlock | THE FIFTH INVESTIGATION

[The last thing he wants is to push Ardyn further down that path, the path he's already on, the path of Angel, and Rhys, and Choromatsu, but there's still hope, still a chance that Ardyn might fall the other way. And he shouldn't cling to that hope, but if he doesn't, who else is going to?

He's just lost. And someone's gotta guide him.

There is a suspended moment, between Ardyn's words, the hand on the coat, and hand in hand, and the fear and exhaustion and the hope and the terribly, horribly fucked up other emotions wrapped up in this terribly, horribly fucked up situation. A moment in this desperate vulnerability that stretches. A moment where Church realizes that maybe he should keep giving in to impulse, because if he doesn't, if he leaves things undone, there might not be a chance later. There might not be a lot of time left for any of them.

His mouth is dry, and all he can taste is fear and adrenaline, but he pushes forward anyway, quick, pressing his mouth to Ardyn's. One moment. Two moments. Three--

He pulls back, eyes wide, breathing temporarily hitting pause. Waits for the fallout while his own brain catches up to his actions.]

[Ardyn wasn't sure what he expected in response, but that was last on the list of possibilities. Not just last, but somewhere around the most distant and least likely outcome after a few hundred other options. Shock was the prevailing emotion, dulled as it felt; if he'd been in full possession of his emotions, Ardyn would have reacted with much more than the faint look of surprise and startled silence that met Church as he pulled back.]

[It wasn't quite the very human confusion of Ardyn Lucis Caelum that was staring at him and trying to process the situation, but it wasn't the cold fury of Ardyn Izunia either.]

Did...you just...?

Edited (accidentally a word) 2017-06-24 02:56 (UTC)

...I-- [How does he even possibly explain this one?]

It--th--y--wh--j--[Mostly what comes out of his mouth is a string of aborted consonants, just...just gibberish that goes on for longer than his usual attempts at trying and failing to find words.

And mostly what's going on in his head is you fucking did it the fuck now you fucking dumbass holy shit what the hell were you thinking WERE YOU EVEN THINKING AT ALL NO YOU WERE THE HELL NOT god damn it god damn it shit fuck shit shit shit fucking cocksucking assballs fffffffffffffffffff et cetera et cetera.]

wecanpretendthatneverhappenedIcango! I can...uh. Go. And. And maybe we'll just. That didn't happen? Gloss that over. Nope. Erase it. It. That did not have to have happened. A. It uh, it's a slip? A uh. Was as slip. It--if it-- [He's got the urge to just start singing heeeeat of the moment, telling me what your heart meant by way of explanation so now that's in his head and just...PAL needs to shock him right now. Or kill him? Maybe dying would be preferable to this.]

...

[Ardyn's hand dropped from his coat, briefly brought to his face before raking through his hair. And as it fell right back in his eyes, a smirk broke out across his face.]

[Whether it was the absurdity of the situation or Church's reaction itself, he just started laughing.]

Edited (i can speak english) 2017-06-24 03:16 (UTC)

[That! ...was not the reaction he was expecting, but it's also not a bad reaction, so that's...that's a thing. It's a thing! That's happening.

And thank god(???) for both of them(???) that Church has just enough ego to at least get incredulous, because this entire situation is just...the definition of incredulous.]

Are--are you laughing at me?!

[It was a little more than the derisive chuckling or hollow attempts at laughter, and there was no sign of it stopping at that. Whatever was so funny, it was Astrals-damned hilarious.]

[There is the part of him that wants to be offended, but also...

Also, man, this whole thing is just so fucking absurd that 'refuge in audacity' barely even covers it. Here he was, acting like some dumb teenager asking a cute girl to prom, but like five times worse, to someone who actively wants to die who's been alive for thousands of years, the actual god damn embodiment of fucking evil with the hint of a real person under it.

While what were the things you wanted for yourself, teenage ambitions you remember well plays in his head.

He's wearing the guy's coat for fuck's sake like it's a letter jacket.

When he stops being offended and stops opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish and really considers the situation, then...yeah. Yeah, to be honest, hysterical laughter (or Ardyn's version thereof) is a fair reaction. Church's laughter starts as just a hesitant chuckle, but before he knows it he's bent in enough to lean his head on Ardyn's shoulder like it's the only thing keeping him up, trying to remember how to breathe.]

I'm a fucking moron!

[Yes, Church. Yes you are.]

Among many, many other things, yes. [Ardyn's laughing quieted to something a little more subdued, hand placed lightly on Church's head as if to say there, there, you complete godsdamned idiot.]

Try not to hurt yourself laughing, I'm not carrying you to the infirmary.

Pff, this is nothing, you should've heard me in the hottub with Junpei. [don't ask (but also please ask) (he needs to share the story with everyone at some point) (serves junpei right tbh)

He lifts his head, though, grinning and very close.]

And yes, I did just do that. That's a thing that I did. It was not, in fact, a hallucination.

[...he doesn't think he even wants to know]

[(ardyn does not realize this is vital information)]

Do you make a habit out of kissing people with a core body temperature ranking around 'how are you still alive', or just me?

Well, I used to be a robot, and so was my girlfriend, so I mean, and also you're still alive so it's not necrophilia, and also I'm dead but this body isn't--

Basically what I'm saying is, do you really expect this shit to make sense? I've been touching you enough that while it's still weird, it doesn't really bother me all that much.

It was a joke, Leonard, not a deeper question on the technical implications of necrophilia. And no, I don't see why anything would follow any sense of logic now.

[Opens mouth.

Closes mouth.]

You just called me Leonard.

...You call me all kinds of stupid things. What of it?

[fight him.]

Wow, I wish I could even argue with that, but it's totally a stupid name that you never call me.

Fine, then simply forget about it.

Noooononono, this is you being affectionate, isn't it?

'Being affectionate' was 'not punching you across this hallway because you kissed me.'

And I appreciate that, and being affectionate is also you calling me Leonard, isn't it. [the callouts will continue until morale improves]

...So, hypothetically, if I kissed you again, would you then punch me across the room or...

That depends on if you're merely trying to divert my attention from the fact that you're still wearing my coat.

You want your coat back? Maybe you'll just have to take it.

Alternately, I could put it somewhere else it'll look good, along with the rest of your clothes.

[CHURCH...]

Some days you really are lucky I don't kill you. [he said, probably as a joke] If I wouldn't sleep with you when I was drunk, whatever makes you think I would sober?

You passed out, you nerd.

Fell asleep, there's a difference. Besides, I do still have standards.

You fell asleep pretty hard from copious alcohol consumption, so I feel like the difference is minor, and just how high are your standards?

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