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week 7
[For the first time in several weeks there is no new memorial in the garden. No new body in the morgue, no bloody mess for the roombas to clean. Choromatsu is still in need of time to heal and constant vigilance but he's alive. They're all alive for once on a Sunday and, even with the terrible realizations their returning memories may bring, there's a sense of hope for the first time in a long time.
There is no new floor this week.
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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 6, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]
There is no new floor this week.
[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 6, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]
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The man in front of him right now in this room in this moment cares about him.
His name is Ardyn.
These are the facts of his life here before anything else that could happen.
There's a vulnerable part of him that wants to, wants to point out that it doesn't answer the question. Ardyn cares about him, yes, but that doesn't...there are different levels of care, and he shouldn't have asked, shouldn't have bothered. Should have just let the moment and the momentum carry him.
He trails his hands flat up Ardyn's chest, to rest on his shoulders, swallows thickly. Nods. Of course. He's a soldier in the end, following orders.]
Yes sir. Yes, Ardyn.
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[He knew it didn't answer the question--it answered several more, but not the most pressing one at hand. The hardened determination on Ardyn's face softened just a little; he sighed, trying to figure out what the answer even was.]
It wasn't just a careless game. No--perhaps it was the first time, but I wouldn't have kept doing it if it had meant nothing whatsoever. Whatever part of me was still human wanted that contact, wanted-...
[-something. Ardyn didn't really know. He trailed off, leaning his forehead against Church's and closing his eyes.]
...If you wanted me to stop, all you had to do was say so.
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Nothing so lustful or sordid, not a playful challenge, not need or want or the awful attempt at expressing himself. No, all he wants to impress upon Ardyn with this kiss is...too much to put into words, but something that they're avoiding, something even now they're dancing around.
Please.]
Since when have I ever given you the impression that I wanted you to stop?
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[Don't leave. You got me to trust you, so don't you dare leave now.]
[Whatever this was, he'd break if it stopped. The cracking crystal shard that was the remnants of his sanity would splinter and there would be no recovering them this time.]
My, your tenacity does deserve commending. Most people wouldn't be so interested in kissing a walking corpse made of daemons.
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['You know, for an imperial chancellor, you're one sick son of a bitch.']
[No--none of that, not right now. When this was over, he could sort through that looming haze of all that had happened and sort out what should be done with what remained of Ardyn himself. Later, once they'd escaped this. His right hand curled into Church's shirt like it was the one thing keeping him grounded, despite the smirk that hadn't left his face yet.]
You're the fool who keeps challenging me to shut you up. I don't know what else you expect.
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...[church no] I mean, unless you're really out of ideas for anything else to shut me up, then I guess we'll just have to deal with kissing. I suppose.
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And then he looks over at the silent bird friend.] I'm gonna need something slow and smooth. Feel free to make it as sappy and cliched as you like.
[Who's up for a slow dance, because Church will totally lead that, a nice slow sway around the floor. And a nice slow kiss.
And a couple pecks of kisses along Ardyn's jaw. And maybe even a few down his neck--listen, it doesn't have to be Ardyn doing the kissing, his mouth just needs to be occupied to shut up for a few seconds.]
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[Close enough.]
You're a terribly insistent flirt.
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[He looks incredibly pleased with himself when he pulls back enough to look.] Sorry, is it proper decorum to let his majesty do all the flirting?
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Pressing may also be maneuvering Ardyn back into one of the tables, because it takes two to fucking tango, your skyness.]
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...I am absolutely not sleeping with you in the middle of a bar, Leonard.
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That door is very unfortunately without a lock on it.
[this is not a general no]
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[He slides his hands down to Ardyn's hips and gets a thoughtful instead of shiteating look on his face. Taps his fingers a bit.
Because that is not a general no. Which he's realizing right about now.]
Though I guess we're lacking a couple useful supplies in this room.
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Let's go. Time is something which I no longer have in abundance, so I should have no reason to waste it.
[i'm just sayin'.]