now it goes short and sweet

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Who: anyone who RSVP'd... and some who didn't
What: what's a Refugee wedding without epic?
Where: Radiant Garden
When: Wednesday Sep 16th



Sora had never actually been to a wedding before. Birthdays, anniversaries, graduations, even receptions, yes - but weddings? What was surprising was that he had grown up on a small cluster of islands where everyone knew everyone, and friends grew up to marry childhood sweethearts. But for some reason, Sora had never actually gone to the wedding ceremony. Something had always happened - he was sick, he had homework, Riku had challenged him to a race and forgotten that a family friend was getting married that morning but it wasn't like either of them would back down...

He had to ask Kairi in the end what was appropriate to wear to a wedding, having decided last minute that Ryune would be too busy actually planning said wedding to help. It was how he ended up sitting outside of the chapel dressed in black pants that were too itchy, a red short-sleeved dressshirt that just felt wrong, a tie which was doing its best to choke him...and sandals. He had to draw the line for comfort somewhere.

He was glad about the change of wedding date too - it threw off the media. Maybe it would throw off Calum too. Sora was an optimist by nature, knew that everything was going to turn out for the better... but he wondered sometimes, about the light and the darkness and a war that never seemed to be won.

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.. and realized that Orphs' account is tied to another email so

[twilight-sith.livejournal.com]

"Nothing," he said, sighing, looking away. "It's nothing."

"How have you been?" he asked.

[songbird9.livejournal.com]

She just blinked at him for a moment...
But she had a feeling that no matter how hard she prodded for answers, he wouldn't give them to her.

It did not make her mood particularly charitable, though.

"Well, let me see," she grumbled quietly. "First I was consumed by regret for about five months. Then, after trying and failing to rescue one of the Refugees, I was gifted with that little curse I mentioned, leaving me unable to remember what it was I'd regretted so much. Of course, the others were perfectly willing to fill me in. Now I know, but I do not remember, and you are here being distant and thoroughly uninformative..." Her rant trailed off, and she looked mildly horrified at what she'd just said.

"Ugh... I'm sorry. You'd think I would know when to hold my tongue by now."

[twilight-sith.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry," he said, quietly. "I am not permitted to explain further."

There was something about him that was so very distant - so very inhuman. Like he wasn't entirely even there, or even the same Orpheus.

That last part, however, did get a smirk out of him.

"I don't think you'll ever learn that, love."

[songbird9.livejournal.com]

She gave him a sharp glance at the last word he spoke, and once again remained silent for a moment. She supposed that she couldn't blame him if he was following rules, and if he wasn't going to present her with some marvelous revelation, she might as well get what she'd planned to say over and done with.

That was her intention, but...

He was so calm. Maybe it was already settled in his mind.

Or it simply didn't matter anymore.

"I don't understand... There's a lot you're not telling me, I think... but I need you to tell me something else. Nothing the others have told me really matters. You're the only one who would know. On what terms did we last part?"

[twilight-sith.livejournal.com]

"They were not poor terms," he said. "I simply..."

He looked away from her, closing his eyes. "I felt called. I could not resist. There was something else out there and I needed to go."

He tilted his head then, frowning. "... you know, it has been long since I've had the Sight. But I believe..."

He moved, then, taking her hand gently and pulling her so he could look into her eyes, frowning.

"... yes, this isn't right at all. This universe has long had numerous coding issues but this is even greater than the previous errors..."

"Would you like me to restore those memories to you?"

[songbird9.livejournal.com]

His answer was a relief, if only a mild one. She knew that when she did manage to undo what Calum had done, she'd be grateful for it.

His offer was another thing altogether.

"If you could do that, do you think I would say no?" She sounded incredulous. "Please do. When I said this was inconvenient, it was an understatement."

[twilight-sith.livejournal.com]

He smiled, then.

"I could do this the simple way, but... I've always been a bit of a romantic."

Coming closer, he closed his eyes and then kissed her - a gentle, chaste kiss, all the while reaching into the weave and undoing certain lines of reality, re-knitting them into something more right. Something more real, restoring what was lost.

[songbird9.livejournal.com]

It was quite a bit more than she had hoped to gain from this little encounter, to say the least.

She didn't know how to react at first, and if everything had been restored in an instant, the shock would have sent her reeling, but this...

It was gentle, and warm... and it didn't feel like she'd ever been missing what he gave back to her. Erasing the memory of something does not erase the thing itself, after all. It had merely been shrouded, and he removed that shroud.

Perhaps she wavered very slightly on her feet for a moment, and certainly her heartbeat sped up a bit, but that was all.
And when the kiss and the weaving had ended, she looked up at him with a serene smile.

"Oh... Thank you..." was all she could think to say, in a very small voice.

[twilight-sith.livejournal.com]

Gently, he took her in his arms and simply held her, doing nothing else. There was still that strange feeling of distance, of him not being entirely there, but still, the comfort remained.

"It was only what should be done," he murmured. "The least I could do."

[songbird9.livejournal.com]

She hadn't expected this either, because she remembered how awkward he had been about cuddling. She'd put more thought into it than it probably deserved, and found it ironic how much she craved physical touch, while he seemed only to care about the connections of thought and speech.
Of course it had been his intellectual nature which first captured her attention, but there was something... irreplaceable... about being held, and having someone to hold.

Anyone born human and raised by loving parents would have such an affinity.

So she let herself bask in the moment, very much aware of how little time they'd actually spent together, and thus determined to draw out every second of this. She knew he wouldn't be here for long. She couldn't quite ignore that sense of distance.

"Where do I find you, when this is over?" There was no denying that she'd search, no matter how he answered. She'd been prepared to fly across universes for him since long before he'd been given his own life. Such devotion was simply part of Song's nature.