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EVENT #1: FAE FESTIVITIES
INTO THE WOODS
Click Clock Wood (Spring) by Grant Kirkhope
2:05 / 4:59
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Grant Kirkhope is a Scottish composer and voice actor for video games and film. Some of his notable works include GoldenEye 007, Banjo-Kazooie, Donkey Kong 64, and Perfect Dark, among many others.
After making your way through the tiny farming town of Ich and out towards the rim of a massive raised crater, you will find yourself being led through a narrow split in the canyon wall. Inside, glow worms cling to the ceiling and create the illusion of a thousand twinkling stars above the moistened rocks.
When you finally emerge, it is into an impossibly lush landscape of massive, redwood-sized tangling trees and a soft moss carpet. Life abounds here. It feels like an oasis of birdsong and animal activity.
A short walk leads you to the prepared party-grounds. A large clearing with quaint huts all around decorated with strange flowers for partygoers to rest or otherwise entertain themselves.
There appear to be several games and stalls set up, the sweet and savory scents of delicious food fills the air, and so do the patrons of the forest. Seemingly hundreds of Fae folk zip around and greet the newcomers excitedly by placing garlands of vines and crowns of flowers atop their heads.
Glowing flowers and toadstools light your way here. It also seems that even the animals get in on the festivities! Really, just about everything talks here. Almost everything, anyways! Talking to a tree stump might not yield many results but you're welcome to try.
Each entrant is also provided upon arrival a copy of The Rules. A rolled parchment that resists water or any other damage. It also prevents you from writing on it so you can't just do what you want.
The rules read as follows:
When you finally emerge, it is into an impossibly lush landscape of massive, redwood-sized tangling trees and a soft moss carpet. Life abounds here. It feels like an oasis of birdsong and animal activity.
A short walk leads you to the prepared party-grounds. A large clearing with quaint huts all around decorated with strange flowers for partygoers to rest or otherwise entertain themselves.
There appear to be several games and stalls set up, the sweet and savory scents of delicious food fills the air, and so do the patrons of the forest. Seemingly hundreds of Fae folk zip around and greet the newcomers excitedly by placing garlands of vines and crowns of flowers atop their heads.
Glowing flowers and toadstools light your way here. It also seems that even the animals get in on the festivities! Really, just about everything talks here. Almost everything, anyways! Talking to a tree stump might not yield many results but you're welcome to try.
Each entrant is also provided upon arrival a copy of The Rules. A rolled parchment that resists water or any other damage. It also prevents you from writing on it so you can't just do what you want.
The rules read as follows:
- DO:
- ⁂ Accept gifts from the Fae.
⁂ Sample the food provided at the party ONLY.
⁂ Play games with the Fae.
⁂ Feel at ease to rest in the provided huts.
⁂ Keep tabs on your shadow lest it wander.
- ⁂ Make a TRADE with the Fae.
⁂ Provide any personal items as gifts or otherwise to the Fae.
⁂ Provide your true name to the Fae.
⁂ Wander away from the designated party area.
⁂ Ascend any staircases you find in the woods.
- ⁂ If you see an old woman hiking through the area, feel free to stop her and lie to her. The more brazen and obvious the lie the better. She appreciates this!
GAMES & ENTERTAINMENT
Amongst the games and attractions are a variety of fun possibilities!
GAMES
- ⁂ Battleship! (Fae Style!) A number of Fae will be hiding on a large grid of flowers. You guess the locations and if you are correct then you will win a small prize! It is a cup of nectar that refills endlessly, and numbs any pains you may have. This works even outside of the forest and can be taken home.
Every time you miss though, you receive a small 'curse.' Nothing harmful! Maybe you’re just rotating in place for the next hour, your ears become daisies, or you grow a tree out of your head? (Feel free to come up with your own silly ideas!) All of the curses will dissipate after a time or upon leaving the forest and none will do any harm or cause pain. The Fae are all about fun tricks, not hurting anyone!
⁂ Dress Up Darlings! You enter a booth and allow the Fae to decide your outfit! Upon the agreement that you'll wear it the rest of the party, of course, no matter how silly or ridiculous it is.
⁂ Bobbing For Onions! Yes, you read that right. Bobbing for onions. There are onions floating around... in water. You have to catch them with your teeth. The prize for success is a Bag of Onions. This bag never runs out of onions. They are always fresh and always onions. Not always the same kind of onion, but always onions nonetheless. This bag works outside of the forest and can be taken home.
⁂ What's In The Box? There is a box. There is something in it. Maybe it's frogs. Maybe it's slugs. Possibly bugs? Maybe apples. We don’t know. Stick your hand in the box and take a guess at what you’re touching! If you’re right, you win the contents of the box!
We'll let players decide via coin flip, rolls, or however they want if their guess is correct! Any items won though will be common, every day items like mentioned and nothing especially exciting. Unless you're really into frogs. Then it's your lucky day, apparently!
ENTERTAINMENT
- ⁂ Slayd & The Possums! Slayd is here and he’s throwing down the banjo tunes with his possum pals. Feel free to join him if you are musically inclined! The Fae will provide any instrument your heart desires! They can't grant you the ability to play it though if you don't know how.
⁂ The Crowning of the King of Misrule! Randomly chosen by the Fae, enter a lottery to be chosen as the King of Misrule for the evening. You will be dressed in a stupid outfit and granted Fae wings for the night! You also have the insatiable urge to play harmless pranks on people. The Fae will also give you a "Special Gift" at the end of the party...
FOR THE FOOLISH
Ahh, but there are rule breakers amongst us aren't there? If you choose to sneak away from the party, chances are nobody will stop you; however, you are now on your own in the Talahee Forest.
The first layer of the forest is very much similar to what you have already seen. Everything is coated in a thick mat of moss and trees wind away like a massive birds nest to form the canopy above. The faint sounds of animals can still be heard. Up here, you may encounter Fae who did not attend the party. They'll ask you your name and other personal details.
Best that you lie.
The further in that you head, the darker the forest gets. It seems you are following a downward slope. The trees get bigger here, as do the insects and toadstools. Bioluminescence rules down here it seems. You may encounter stranger creatures here. Ones that will try to make very tempting trades for your personal belongings. Things that will seem like an amazing deal to you. They offer magical items of great power, or even personal effects from home.
Don't be fooled though. These objects are cursed, and are not at all what they seem. You have the distinct feeling of being watched at all times here.
⁂ Possible Encounters: Owlbear, Displacer Beast, Giant Badger
Are you getting smaller or is everything else getting bigger? Were Slayd here, he would have told you about the concept of Deep Forest Gigantism. The deeper you go - just like the ocean - the larger that the flora and fauna get.
You are dwarfed by the mushrooms here in the pitch darkness and only guided by the latent glow of the creatures and fungi that dwell here. Bugs the size of house-cats skitter in your wake. Are you sure you want to be here? Should you encounter anything larger, you’d best stay silent. Or run!
⁂ Possible Encounters: Giant predatory Elk (RUN), Rodents of Unusual Size, Extra Large Bugs
The trees seem to clear out here as you reach the bottom of the forest. There is no light here so hope you brought a match. The landscape down here is a blanket of moss dotted with countless shallow pools. Looking into one of these pools, you will see your reflection... though it may look different in some way.
You will feel extremely compelled to reach down and touch the reflection in the water. Should you give in, you feel as though your world is turning upside down. You could receive memories not quite your own. Memories of a different version of you, even! (CRAU, Canon Update, or Canon AU!)
Yet, you will be experiencing them as your own. A long time could pass in your mind while only seconds have only elapsed in reality. Upon waking, you will find that you have been ejected from the party and the forest entirely. You find yourself at the entrance to the crater. Disoriented, and compelled not to re-enter, you have only yourself to blame as you must shamble your way home with this burdensome knowledge.
FIRST LAYER
Rak'tika Greatwood Theme ( Civilizations ) by Masayoshi Soken
4:34 / 5:15
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"Civilizations" prominently features a female vocalist. The lyrics are in the Ronkan language, and has not been officially translated.
The first layer of the forest is very much similar to what you have already seen. Everything is coated in a thick mat of moss and trees wind away like a massive birds nest to form the canopy above. The faint sounds of animals can still be heard. Up here, you may encounter Fae who did not attend the party. They'll ask you your name and other personal details.
Best that you lie.
SECOND LAYER
Click Clock Wood (Autumn) by Grant Kirkhope
1:12 / 4:11
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Grant Kirkhope is a Scottish composer and voice actor for video games and film. Some of his notable works include GoldenEye 007, Banjo-Kazooie, Donkey Kong 64, and Perfect Dark, among many others.
The further in that you head, the darker the forest gets. It seems you are following a downward slope. The trees get bigger here, as do the insects and toadstools. Bioluminescence rules down here it seems. You may encounter stranger creatures here. Ones that will try to make very tempting trades for your personal belongings. Things that will seem like an amazing deal to you. They offer magical items of great power, or even personal effects from home.
Don't be fooled though. These objects are cursed, and are not at all what they seem. You have the distinct feeling of being watched at all times here.
⁂ Possible Encounters: Owlbear, Displacer Beast, Giant Badger
THIRD LAYER
Saint Mocianne's Arboretum (Hard) by Masayoshi Soken
2:50 / 5:10
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...hordes of aggressive plant life exposed to the strange substance stand between you and the information you seek.
Are you getting smaller or is everything else getting bigger? Were Slayd here, he would have told you about the concept of Deep Forest Gigantism. The deeper you go - just like the ocean - the larger that the flora and fauna get.
You are dwarfed by the mushrooms here in the pitch darkness and only guided by the latent glow of the creatures and fungi that dwell here. Bugs the size of house-cats skitter in your wake. Are you sure you want to be here? Should you encounter anything larger, you’d best stay silent. Or run!
⁂ Possible Encounters: Giant predatory Elk (RUN), Rodents of Unusual Size, Extra Large Bugs
FOURTH LAYER
Poison Tree by Grouper
0:30 / 3:16
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'Poison Tree' is a meditation on the complexities of anger and the internal conflict it causes. It draws inspiration from William Blake's poem of the same name.
The trees seem to clear out here as you reach the bottom of the forest. There is no light here so hope you brought a match. The landscape down here is a blanket of moss dotted with countless shallow pools. Looking into one of these pools, you will see your reflection... though it may look different in some way.
You will feel extremely compelled to reach down and touch the reflection in the water. Should you give in, you feel as though your world is turning upside down. You could receive memories not quite your own. Memories of a different version of you, even! (CRAU, Canon Update, or Canon AU!)
Yet, you will be experiencing them as your own. A long time could pass in your mind while only seconds have only elapsed in reality. Upon waking, you will find that you have been ejected from the party and the forest entirely. You find yourself at the entrance to the crater. Disoriented, and compelled not to re-enter, you have only yourself to blame as you must shamble your way home with this burdensome knowledge.
Notes
⁂ For the game prizes, we're using the honor system here! So long as you clear the roll then you can receive a prize with no mod permission needed.
⁂ The plotting post for this event/November is up!
⁂ Additionally, we have a state of the game post available to people read about updates, clarifications, and a poll to participate in!
⁂ If you have any further questions or feedback about this event specifically, please comment here!
⁂ Full Navigation ⁂
- - Battleship: If you roll a d20 above a 13, you can receive one of the nectar cups.
- Bobbing For Onions: If you roll a d20 above a 10, you can receive one of the bag of onions. En...joy...?
⁂ The plotting post for this event/November is up!
⁂ Additionally, we have a state of the game post available to people read about updates, clarifications, and a poll to participate in!
⁂ If you have any further questions or feedback about this event specifically, please comment here!
Angeal Hewley-Rhapsodos | Final Fantasy VII | style match
Angeal isn't really sure what it says that the resident fae give him a flower crown of forget-me-nots and daisies, and then decides that he's not going to question it too hard. Not right now. Not when he's mostly trying to do double duty on wrangling some of his more problematic boyfriends, and also pulling along a decently sized cart full of something that smells damn good but is properly covered for the journey.
That he doesn't seem too tired by this is totally unremarkable, by the way. Listen. This is normal. It's not like he needed a chocobo.
(Or a horse? That's still fucked up.)
After making sure the appropriate boyfriends have handlers or at least contingency plans, Angeal takes his cart over to the large food spread. "Since we're neighbors, only proper to bring somethin' to the party ourselves," he says casually to anyone who is listening - mainly for the fae, but sure, fellow townies too.
Which is around the time he pulls off the cover (meant to keep his goods warm) and just starts heaping on tons of baked foods to join the whole spread.
Some of it is perfectly basic normal food you could find at any bakery - especially in times like these. Freshly made bread where anything could be stuffed in for a handy sandwich to eat while enjoying various games, or little buttery rolls that act as the perfect accompaniment, things like that.
And then there's the other stuff.
Some of it isn't too bad - fancy, but the kind of fancy that seems easily accomplishable to a person with an afternoon free or who runs his own bakery. The star patterned chicken pie for a more savory meal, for example, or a simple pretty little berry pie whose crust is decorated with little berries themselves.
Of course, then one finds the pies with elaborate nonsense like a crust of delicately placed flowers framing a large apple rose right in the middle, so, like, was any of this necessary?
Yes.
Listen, they got excited over at the bakery, okay?
B - Banjo Boyfriends
For anyone paying attention - whether on purpose or just because they're bored and don't know what else to do at a party - Angeal seems to be patiently avoiding some of the games. Mostly he's talking with a lot of people.
Or, really, he's dancing with a lot of people. Three in particular, although he won't say no if someone seems interested in taking a go as well.
Hell, he'll even offer to teach lessons to anyone who's interested but isn't sure what the first step is. After all -
"It looks like we've got a few wall flower types around, huh?" he says conversationally after taking a break from a dance with any one of his partners, fetching a drink for himself.
C - Closing Time
For anyone who manages to not make stupid horrible life choices like wandering into the forest when they were explicitly told not to.... They still may be making other bad life choices, like maybe getting drunk, or cursed enough to be kinda drunk, or just too tired to move from all the games and dancing and other nonsense.
So, patiently, with all the habits of a man who's used to such things, Angeal goes around to check in on folks.
"Alright, how we feeling?"
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[Go wild, I have cats screaming in my ear and can't think of anymore prompts, but wanted to get this up tonight]
Arrival
But he has an endless Bag of Onions and that fancy Cup of Nectar to show for it.
"My apologies, dear one, I had not thought you would arrive so soon," he hefts the onions before stashing them away and helping out. "The endless onions will hopefully be worth my tardiness."
They would be.
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"No worries, although you should know that I'm an early riser kind of guy." Angeal flashes him a smile even as he's putting some more bread in a nice large basket. Seems good to do a quick refill, since a few pixies and the like have come over already. "And we really went all out, right? Lot to get out."
....Alright- "So what's with the onions."
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Bread, pies, platters, there's plenty for them to both handle.
A triumphant grin spreads across his face. "There is a game here where the objective is to bob for onions, akin to a more pungent take on the 'apples' game. The prize is a bag that produces an endless supply of onions when one reaches for one. Thus far, I have discovered at least a dozen varieties it is able to produce."
Though his hands remain completely steady and sure, there's quite a bit of energy in his voice as he talks. That he's proud of his prize is clear. Endless onions just prior to an unknown winter? It's an incredible boon for him.
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And then... A little bit of longing mixed into it. Which makes for one hell of an expression, it has to be said.
"Aw, hell, endless onions is so good."
He's trying to decide if he wants to deal with the suffering of shoving his head into onion water.
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He sees that look, Angeal. Don't do the thing if you hate it. Or do, but he doesn't say that outright. "Unless, of course, you require your own. It was a rather singular experience in both scent and taste."
Especially now that others have taken their chances. He'd at least been able to take his turn earlier on, when the water was marginally less onion-juice.
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He shakes his head. "But thanks for the offer. You can do a whole lot with onions... It'll be nice to get them good and caramelized in all sorts of dishes." He kind of wants some, now.
"Other games around that are a little less terrible?"
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This repeats for a few times.
Finally, he stops. "There is a game of skill and chance they are calling 'Battleship' in which the prize is a cup of endless nectar that refills on its own, that numbs any pains you might be experiencing. That appears to be the other decent prize of the night. Though, should you fail at the game, you are afflicted with a mild 'curse."
He pauses, and sighs gravely. "My single curse is that with each inhale through my nose has the addition of a strong scent of mustard."
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So.
He sympathizes, he really does.
But Angeal can't help turning his head to the side and snorting a laugh into his hand hearing about the terrible fate that Themis has been bestowed with for the night. "Well, points for the creativity, huh?"
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wrap up?
Wrap!
[cloud] the Buster Sword, eternally wielded by idiots
It's Mithrun who ends up snitching to him about Cloud's stupid awkwardness making him leave the party in the exactly direction he shouldn't be leaving.
And because it's Mithrun, Angeal knows that it is only from divine miracles that the elf managed to end up back at the party somehow, let alone to his side. So after leaving Mithrun with another boyfriend, Angeal says a quick thanks to his boots for wearing them and then heads off to find the idiot that is Cloud Strife.
When he finally catches a glimpse of that too blond hair, it's far too deep into the forest for Angeal's liking, and next to someone he didn't see at the party and sure as hell never saw in Town.
With Cloud's luck and, worse, his personality, he'll either have forgotten the rules they were given or thinks they're hogwash. So Angeal calls out first, just to get in the way before (hopefully) any conversation actually happens.
"HEY, Zea Mays! Wrong way out of the party! Don't tell me you never got taught proper navigation skills in SOLDIER."
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Cloud recognizes the voice behind him- he freezes in his tracks, turning around with his arms already crossed and an annoyed look on his otherwise soft face. Great. The meddler is back, and interrupting the time he's spending to inspect a sword offered out to him from one of the forest's denizens. He has to admit, it is an impressive piece of work. Probably easier to wield for now, given how heavy Buster is in the hands of a man drained of his usual super-strength.
But here Angeal is, calling him...Something, and needling at his SOLDIER training once again. First his form and fighting style, and now his navigation skills.
"Course I know how to navigate. Wanted to see what was out here. That simple." He scrunches his nose slightly at the name, an admittedly cute pout on his lips when he does. Cloud isn't so great at looking tough with a face like this. "The hell did you just call me?"
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A sturdy hand on Cloud's waist, pulling him along. "That's what's known as a cue", Strife."
For all that their abilities might have been lowered just a little bit... Angeal is still a six-foot man built like a brick shithouse with years of military training and, before that, years of farmwork and violently beating malboro to death with a garden shovel. Compared to a twink with a dream, he might have an edge here, just a little bit, when he starts to pull Cloud along.
Yes, by the waist.
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Before Cloud can argue that further, however, Angeal is ruining that possible deal for a new weapon from the admittedly strange-looking woman before him, and making moves to lead him away. The woman, for her part, looks very unhappy at the turn of events. Her lips curl back to reveal rows of razor-sharp, daggerlike fangs while her entire visage shifts to something a lot more ghoulish.
Not that Cloud pays much attention to that. He can't. Not when Angeal grabs him by the waist. It is like that flips a switch. He gasps, a quiet sound, and goes totally quiet, cheeks going red-hot. He remains dumbfounded for at least two whole minutes.
"Like hell you're a smith," Cloud finally stutters out, thoughts still racing as they restart from that temporary shutdown. He is all too aware of how thin his waist is when compared to Angeal's thick arms. All he can do is keep his feet moving for now and fight for his life to not keep thinking about such things.
Fucking damn it.
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Fuck off.
As it is, however, things almost go well for about two minutes - which is longer than he really thought he'd get with Cloud. He knew the waist grab would throw the guy off-guard. This is just way more off-guard than he would have thought. He'll have to drop this little bit of information for Genesis... and maybe the Sephiroth he's dating, although he's not sure how inclined he will be to this sort of thing just because of the history going on here.
You never know, however.
"I mean, I probably don't qualify for a professional title as much," Angeal says, when Cloud's brain finally stutters into functioning order again. He's not leaving the waist-grab, Angeal mentally notes. "But I do know my way around one. Had a pretty good set-up before I was in here, however. Was working on a new sword for myself with a couple of different ideas from different problem thinkers."
He says, fondly. At least of Themis. Dirk Strider is... That was a whole thing, they probably shouldn't worry about it.
"What, you want me to show you proof?"
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Cloud, for his part, works to pretend that lapse in time did not happen. Everything is totally normal here.
"That last place you were in that you kept going on about," Cloud murmurs, "but yeah. You could say you did anything there, right? If you're going on about proof you must have some lined up. Bring it on."
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Considering what he's done and is still technically doing, maybe he shouldn't be throwing stones in this house.
He will continue to do so anyway, and Angeal hums. "Well, the nicest way would be to get you to a smithy, and give a hands on demonstration. But I'd feel bad just randomly grabbing someone else's tools, especially in the middle of the night, so... I guess the engagement ring I made for my husband might work?"
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Cloud has to admit, the thought of watching a blacksmith work is interesting, if not just for the end product. Not possible here right now though. But then, Angeal mentions the proof he can show and blond brows raise.
"Your husband?"
He... Does he mean Sephiroth? They did just kiss. It's why Cloud had to haul ass to the woods in the first place. No way he was sticking around with his own thoughts about that.
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D. for get Danced with idiot
It's so beautifully easy to fall in step with his husband, gliding right along his arm to practically purr in his ear. He's all in red, of course, but with a few marigolds some excitable fae have braided into his hair.
"Remind you of home, beloved? You'd never catch the Midgar socialites dancing to this, after all."
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And this isn't home, exactly. But it's enough like home, with the song and the thick forests and Genesis at his arm, that it soothes something that he thinks has been aching for a long time.
It'll probably never stop aching, really. Banora is all ashes. But it's a bit of a balm, and he'll take it.
Taking Genesis in hand, he's already twisting around with him. "Man, remember when we were little kids, and you actually had the night free from your studies for one of the festivals?" All his homework mysteriously went missing, for some reason.
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"How I could I forget? Surely it was a wonderful coincidence of fate, and not, oh say, the resident village thief fleecing my textbooks or anything of the sort." No, never. It certainly never happened again on a few other convenient occasions either. Birthdays and anniversaries just happened to line up with odd timing was all. If he didn't know any better, Genesis probably would have waxed poetic about the stars aligning. Actually, he did that anyway, just to sell the bit once or twice.
"I thought mother was going to slam the door in your face when you came to pick me up." Despite what he says, there's a fondness there. Of hearing his mother's terse reminder to 'have him back before midnight, or there will be consequences, young master Hewley.'
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Him, making them purposefully difficult to find? Never! He is a good and honest soul... pinky promise.
Even if he's still laughing as they recall everything, and he swings Genesis around so hard that his feet leave the earth for a second. "But she never did!" he crows, reliving the silly little victories of his youth. "Never a point in it, now, was there?" And maybe he'd just break Genesis out through the window, who knows!
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"The most helpful man that ever was," Genesis crows, rolling his eyes. Really, though, there's no complaint. Sneaking out through the window of a second story house was not exactly the easiest thing to do in a town where everyone knew you as the fancy kid that lived on the big hill. People would have loved to tattle, so having the diplomatic excuse to have his dearest friend simply walk him out the front door was nice. Even if he knows damn well Angeal would have climbed right up to help him to the ground.
"But she never did!" He parrots, like they toast to a hard won childhood victory. "And are they really accusations, when we both know you'd have found the will and the way to do it regardless? The truth is the truth, you wonderful, awful man."
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Anything else than that poor teenager with his hair done up nice as he could get it, eyes bright from the lights inside the Rhapsodos house and some of the dirt which stuck to his pants being from the area right outside Genesis's window?
Angeal would hope not. Especially since he wouldn't want anything else than that burning star which would leap down the stairs to come and meet him, their arms latching onto one another as they stumbled down the hill to the bright lights of a little small town festival.
Whatever song is playing isn't one that Angeal recognizes properly, but, well, he knows this kind of song. Knows enough of it to realize when to look up. "Aw, looks like it's coming to an end soon."
And he knows better than to tempt fate by dragging Genesis into another dance.... immediately. Maybe after a couple more songs.
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"Only a song, love. We've all night," Genesis says as it winds down. And while he'll deny it all the way to the steps of death's door, maybe a bit of his own Banoran accent slips into the edges of a few distinct syllables. Far more proper than Angeal's, but no less giving away he's not the city boy he loves to claim. Thankfully, with as close as they are, only Angeal could really hear it anyway.
"Besides, when has an outro ever stopped you? We danced to the morning all our own, many a festival." That part, he purrs lower. Danced may have meant a few things for a pair of fated teenagers in love in a sleepy, backwater town. That said, Genesis leans up to return the earlier cheek kiss, and adds another against his mate's lips, smiling all the while.
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"Do you want to slip away for just a little bit?" Because there's plenty of little buildings for them to duck into...
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This is probably about to get NSFW...
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