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[ilqaras]

"I apologise for missing you. Leave a message, and I will get back to you at my earliest convenience."

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text, some dumb hour idk | un: ragnvindr | 1/2

[phoenixblessed]

Got a supplier for fermenters but the air locks might be a problem. Remind me in the morning.

2/2

[phoenixblessed]

[After a few minutes a niggling feeling makes him check who he sent that to.]

My apologies, please disregard that.

[ilqaras]

[damn, just when he's about to finally nod off to sleep, too]

Oh? But now I'm interested. Are you planning on brewing something?

[phoenixblessed]

I am.
That text was meant for my partner.

Again, my apologies. I was half asleep.

text; un: redwine

[judgementor]

You have been on my mind all day.

Would you like to meet me for dinner some time this week?

[ilqaras]

I could easily say the same. I often do not stop thinking of you, myself.

May I ask the reason for dinner? Or would it be a simple enjoyment of each other's company? Naturally, I'll graciously accept the invitation.

I find myself missing your presence.

[judgementor]

You can think of it as a date, if you like.

[ilqaras]

Ah, so that's what you would call it.

[clearly, he hasn't been on many to know what it would be]

Admittedly, I've not gone on many dates to know when I'm being asked to go on one.

text; un: redwine

[judgementor]

Are you awake?

[ilqaras]

I am, yes. I'm surprised, however, to see that you are. It's fairly late, is it not?

[not a secret at this point that Dohalim sleeps late at night and it's a habit that he won't outgrow anytime soon]

[judgementor]

It is, but I can't sleep.

[And for someone who loves sleeping as much as Red Wine does that is no small admission.]

[ilqaras]

That is even more surprising. Would you like to talk about it?

text; un: redwine

[judgementor]

[The text comes at a fairly late hour, when Red Wine would normally be sleeping. Clearly, he is not.]

I love you.

[ilqaras]

[naturally, Dohalim is awake, but he's surprised to see a message so late coming from Red Wine. but it's a message he welcomes all the same and leaves him in a fluttery mood]

I love you, too.

And while I'm now in a considerably better mood, shouldn't you be asleep?

[judgementor]

I happened to wake up because of a noise outside the house, and quickly found that you were on my mind.

Not an entirely unusual circumstance for me.

[ilqaras]

My condolences for your interrupted sleep. But it is nice to know that you still think of me, even in the middle of the night.

[of course, the same can be said about Dohalim; there's rarely a moment where he isn't thinking about him]

However, now I have to tame the blooming flowers in my room before the space starts looking more like a greenhouse than my bedroom.

✨✨✨✨✨

[desmodontidae]

[The shop is dark and quiet when Dohalim arrives in the morning - as one would expect, with it not being open just yet. That’s normal.

What might be normal is the creaking and rustling, the shuffling in the distance…

And the deep voice from above and behind Dohalim.]

We should talk about the books.

[ilqaras]

[by now Dohalim should be used to Lilia popping out of literally no where when he should least expect it; usually he's able to pick up on those small tell-tale signs of his approach. but perhaps he hadn't had enough sleep the night before, or he must have missed it as he starts slightly at the voice behind him. he glances over his shoulder, seemingly unbothered by what should be a serious topic such as "the books".

here we go again, it seems]

And what about them would you like to talk about?

[he sounds rather nonchalant as he moves to light up the shop; they can talk and work at the same time]

sept 28, morning

[mistsplitter]

[ Dohalim will receive a nice and intricate midnight blue box with gold ribbons delivered to him in the morning. Inside are snacks, but prior to opening the box, he will find a card.

In neat and beautiful handwriting, the card reads:

Dearest Dohalim,

I write, erase, rewrite
Erase again, and then
A poppy blooms
It is a rather long time before spring, but the flowers of autumn are just as beautiful, and just as full of hope.

Today is my day of birth, and I pray that you will remember me on this day. As I celebrate, please celebrate with me with what I have handcrafted for you: snacks to enjoy for the day, a recipe I have made into my own.

Thank you for all the lessons you have taught me. I look forward to learning more from you when I can.

Ever yours,
Kamisato Ayaka ]

event text; un: steak

[battlebound]

i'll fuck you until you forget anyone else's name, you bastard!

ohhh noooo

[mistsplitter]

🍆🍆🍆

[ That's not even a misfire. The bug just decided to type shit for her. ]

[ilqaras]

[when Dohalim had received the message from the NRL about being able to go home, that time had been fixed, and that his journey can continue on, he’s left with a conundrum. on one hand, he had his friends, his closest companions back home, he had his duties to perform, a world to save. there were many things he had left to accomplish, a people to lead, to serve once their adventure was over. a busy lifetime ahead of him, despite what he knows now of the Dahnans and Renans. there are truths that need to be revealed to the people, after all, and he feels like, truly, he is the only one who can do it (with the support of his friends).

however, the life in Nippon, the simpler one, where he can live a life as a florist and herbalist, with his other small group of friends and acquaintances, with his lover… it’s the other hand that also holds weight. in this life, there are no worries of duties to lead, no heavy hearted decisions to make. here, there is no lake of death, no reminder of his own transgressions. he will never forget what he’d done back home, but here… here, it’s an easier pill to swallow. as much as he would like to go back home, his home in Nippon is one he is loathe to part with, as well.

Dohalim had sent a message to Red Wine earlier, before he’d received the message from the NRL. today was– is a day worth celebrating, not for the fact that the time loops have been fixed, but for themselves. to celebrate their love for each other. Dohalim had invited Red Wine over to his house for dinner, and there’s an effort to not let everything weigh heavily in his heart; he’s excited to see the man (when is he not is the real question), but before he knew it, he finds himself pondering on this choice. he’s sure he knows Red Wine’s decision, which only bears down on him even more.

he still has the magi-comm in his hand, opened to the message; Dohalim’s eyes dart between that and the neatly tied bouquet of roses set beside him to give to the Food Soul. what to do…]

[judgementor]

[The news had no doubt rattled many people here. Some would be relieved, Red Wine thinks, to know they can finally go home and put this place behind them. Some would be conflicted, torn between the relationships they had made here and the life waiting for them to return to it.

For Red Wine, it comes with a strange kind of finality. There is no returning for him, there is no life for him to go back to, there is only this and he is not quite ready to face the reality of what he still might lose.

But there is something to celebrate, and it is nothing to do with the time loops or the NRL. It's something just for he and Dohalim and not something that he would choose to miss simply because the earth has abruptly shifted under his feet. It could, after all, be their only opportunity to have such a celebration.

He makes his way over to Dohalim's home having taken an extra level of care in his appearance even beyond what he would normally do for such occasions. His hair is neat and tied up off his neck with a few tantalising wisps curling against his cheeks. His clothing has clearly been picked out to cater to his partner's tastes - he has chosen things that the other man has commented on as liking before.

The Food Soul lets himself in, as always, and does not stand on ceremony. He moves to where Dohalim is and without a word sweeps him up in a hard, possessive kiss.]

[ilqaras]

[Dohalim supposes he shouldn't be all that surprised that there are no words exchanged between them before Red Wine had pulled him into that searing kiss. he supposes there are no words that can be said at the moment, not when they're lip locked, and not when Dohalim himself is reaching up to desperately cling to him. it's silly to think about, and he knows it's just his own anxieties at play, but he's worried that the Food Soul will slip from his fingers, that he'll lose him somehow. he needs to catch breath, but he doesn't want to part from the other man.

when they do part eventually, Dohalim pants soft breaths against Red Wine's lips, not wanting to part away too much. a hand comes up to brush the locks framing his face as he takes in the beauty of this man, to commit to memory every part of him. he can feel himself getting just a little emotional, a warm prickle in the back of his eyes betraying the small smile on his face. there's no doubt that he feels love for the Food Soul, but at that moment, he can feel his heart bursting]

You're still here...

[again, Dohalim had no doubt. but to actually see Red Wine, to feel his body against his, his warmth, and to look into those deep red eyes he's always so drawn to... he has to let out a soft breath of relief]

[judgementor]

[Though the course of their time together, Red Wine has delighted in seeing Dohalim become more secure and emotionally stable. He will credit that in no small part to himself and his influence and will readily admit that over that time he has become immeasurably fond of the man. When he clings onto him like that it's easy to read - his anxieties are easy to read - and Red Wine gently rubs one hand against his back.]

Tch... of course I am.

[Surely Dohalim did not think that he would simply leave without saying anything? Especially when he has everything to stay here for.

He presses another soft, warm kiss to the other man's mouth and smiles against it. Oh, but he is such a ridiculous person... and Red Wine loves him so very much.]

Considering our respective situations, I feel like I'm the one who should have been more concerned.