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the rising

[ He had not wanted to be drawn from his yearly stupor of The Rising. Five years, the two he cared for both died during this time - both to prevent the Endtimes. In years passed, he tried to ignore the celebration in general. He could not stand to hear the sounds, listen to those who seeked to party to celebrate their survival.

This year, however, his fellow Archons - and those who called themselves Scions - had decided to go to the beach - and had brought him along. Perhaps they worried that if he were left to his own devices, something horrible may happen. (What had he done to earn that reputation. Were it the rumours of a man who looked like him? Many adventurers mimiced them, especially since they begun selling those replica uniforms.)

But Urianger... this one could not stand to be around them. This day was not one which he shared with many. Only his Carbuncle - who remained at his side today. A slight purr from the Carbuncle was a gentle comfort - but not one which ever mended the pain in his heart.

But then he stopped - his legs still moving until he was nearby, only but a few steps from her.

For, away from those who he had come with, he saw a familiar figure. One he had not seen for many moons - due to the moon.

An illusion - or an adventurer dressed and looking just as her? (There'd been a lot of mimics recently. He wondered why.) Before he could think it though, say anything, the golden tinted Carbuncle ran off towards Moenbryda - to flop by her, letting out adorable yips as if he were back as a Miqo'te and trying to get the attention of somebody at the Arcanists' Guild. (He could talk, but talking Carbuncle was usually enough to freak out people. And hey. She looked pretty nice, and Urianger was staring harder then he'd expected for anybody. Under his goggles, his dull gold eyes were laser-focused on her.) ]

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[ His mood seemed to change straight away. Though he may be naive of how these creatures work, he can understand what she is asking. A bit.

And his eyes close, as he slips into thought for... not that long. ]

...Those who are abandoned... I feel it is much better if they are with others who appreciate what had been left behind. It is why I remain here, and why...

[ He trails off. It's why he cares for his odd Carbuncle, the one tinted with abandonment and born with marks more fitting a Miqo'te.

Though he will still speak in the metaphors. If it were up to him, he would do the same with anything left behind - for he thinks people should treasure what they have. ]

Law matters not.

[ The woman is practically begging him to take her and yet he still keeps her just out of reach. What a tease. ]

Then what will you do? Abide by ungoverned laws or take that which was left behind?

[ Pouting a little at that. ] Or are you gonna make me beg for it? You're too cruel to your first love.

I follow what I feel is right.

[ He gently says, however, his voice once again with a bit of excitement (though he tried so hard to mask it)... he continued, reaching his good hand around her towards her axe. But stopping and gripping to her. Even if she were just a shell, he felt this touch would mean more. ]

And I'd not make you beg. Knowing you, it would end in both of us on the ground, laughing about the silliness of it all. [ For it only took a bit for her words to affect him so. ] I do not know what cruelness would change you and leave you to wander... but I shall protect you with... [ He pauses. No, saying he'd give his life miiiight be a little bad. ] ...all that I may provide.

[ It meant the world to her as she brought her own arms around his shoulders to hold onto him gently. While she couldn't understand why her Urianger stopped being around, she could make estimated guesses... but not while in the arms of another. ]

Then I look forward to this alliance with you, Urianger. [ No matter how hard the journey, it was one she would endure in this shell of her former self. ]

For now, we should retire. The day has been long enough for the both of us.

[ ...And he looks forward to it as well, as his tone may portray. That gentle joy, one he thought he would never speak on this day of all of them. And she would still remain in the morn. Both of them. ]

That we should.

[ But he gives a slight pause. ] Before we rest... ah. I have a secondary mouth, on my stomach. It may make sounds as I sleep...

[ He sounds so awkward. Something he thought he'd never explain again, and here he was, relaxed and pleased with himself. ]

[ She refuses to let go, her hold a little more desperate than fitting of her character. ]

Then I'll shut it up with a pillow. [ Hopefully he can still breathe out of his other mouth if need be. ]

Unless you're trying to conjure an excuse as to why we can't share a bed.

I--
[ Aww, he's back to stammering and blushing, looking back down again and squishing himself into her body (so he could not look into her eyes, even if he was... slightly more into her chest now.) The grip was... nice. ]
I simply worry for you. I'd not want to accidentally-- bite you. Though I've not shared a bed with--

[ He gulps. ] With you.

Oh, you big virgin! [ Rude assumption on her part but it's pretty much a response one could expect from Moenbryda. ]

Are you afraid I'll crush you 'tween my thighs? I'm a gentle sleeper... at least with those who need a softer touch.

[ With that, she'll plant a gentle kiss against his neck. ] If your other mouth gets peckish, I'll give it a taste of my fist. Got it?

[ He is even redder and redder. And... is that a chuckle? Yes, it is. He missed her, but he missed being flustered more--

Oh gosh she kissed him. He let out a slight gentle moan - he was sensitive to her touch, okay. And his voice has dropped to a whisper - she may not notice it, but he was using his second mouth to talk - so he could continue to try and hide his face. ]

A queen such as you deserves her room to s-stretch...

'fraid I'll knock you out of the bed? Your excuses are growing flimsier by the minute.

[ But she seems to concede as she pulls back. ] Separate beds it is lest you fail to get any sleep.

[ ...But then he grips. It seems he's decided his own way. ]

...Don't go.

I have no intention of going anywhere, dear friend. [ But it's decided. ]

[ Reverse psychology always worked on him. Well, quite a lot anyway.

But he seems to relax a little - though he still was a little flush. ]

Then I shall hope you remain in the morn...

[ He mumbled, hoping she would rest and not vanish with the morning sun. ]

Better hold onto me tightly to make sure I don't slip through your fingertips.

[ Clearly it's the only way. ]

I'll hold you to that.

[ He mumbled (not realizing the pun in his words), before letting his eyes close for one last time. Everything of the day seemed to flood over him, and he was soon in a deep sleep. (The sort where he dreamed. The former Ascian loved dreaming.)

In the next morning, he had awoken... but couldn't find himself able to stand. For his arms were not just gripped in hers, but... their limbs were tangled, so very tightly together. He even felt his other mouths' tongue had slightly nudged out from under his loose clothes, to touch to her - softly, as compared to the hard grip he had on every other part of her.

This was pure bliss. ]

[ As a Roegadyn, it was expected of her to sleep heavy and while there were times where she couldn't be stirred no matter how hard she was kicked, Moenbryda for the most part was a light sleeper. Not that it kept her from "living up" to her racial traits, as she often pretended to be out of it in order to avoid speaking with people at times. Laying around in a bed (or crumpled on a floor at times) only bothered her in the sense that it got in the way of her work, but exceptions could be made for times like this.

Although she reminded herself before passing out that this wasn't real, that he belonged to another and she was promised to another, that hardly loosened her hold on him. Even when his tongue touched her, it didn't make her shove him away, but only bring him closer.

What kind of miserable life did he have up until this moment, she wonders. To be an Ascian and a Scion both? It's cruel. ]

[ Something Urianger had trouble telling still was when people woke or sleep. It was another thing he should have been used to - but the many races woke very differently. (It still weirded him out how Miqo'te could sleep at a moments notice.)

Was she awake? Or did she still sleep? Either way... he couldn't spend forever here. Whoever had claimed her - ripped her from her body - would probably come for her soon. I mean, what sort of person would do that and abandon somebody? Giving a small grunt - he really wanted to get up. The idea of simply teleporting out of her grip passes his mind for a moment...

But instead, he leans to give her forehead a small kiss. Look, he's even being romantic (a little)! He doesn't seem to notice that his second mouth is open - or he doesn't care. For it is her and she will forgive him for being a little different. ]

...The morn has passed, and we both still exist...

[ He's usually not this happy. For he's not often calm enough to even show his non-Elezen parts - he needs to keep himself secret. The two who he trusted with his secret were dead. Even if one of them lay tangled in him. It was... nice. If he could, he would pause time to make his moment last forever. (But he really shouldn't. That would make his powers visible.) ]

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