[As expected, time really waits for no one, least of all Akira Fudo. Even in another world, he does not age (or ages too slowly to notice in only the span of nearly a century). It's a blessing for the fallen angel who made it happen, but a curse perhaps for Akira.
He watches those around him change, get wrinkles, get sick and get well, get gray hair, lose hair. They age gracefully, and he's glad they have each other because he becomes left behind, stuck in time. And it isn't only one. It's several. He stays and watches them wink out like candles, one by one not too long after each other, leaving behind families in which he doesn't exactly fit.
So he goes back finally. It really doesn't matter what is left, what he may find, only this is the only option he has left. Being in hell is where he had plans to stay before anyway, and he wonders if Gideon would be mad knowing this is where his orbit swung him once more.
Not too much has changed. He wanders around, trying to dodge the urge to look for someone he had treated so badly a long time ago. It'd be more than fair if Ryo had left. To go home, to go with someone else, to not come back. And he feels undeserved of any of his own sorrow at the idea after what he'd done.
So... he just wanders around in the places he remembers. The dorms, the docks, the islands, and then the city, looking for a place which might fit him a little better than the last.]
ryo hadn't exactly stayed in hell the entire time, at least. he did go to teyvat and stayed there for a little while, but it was never meant to be a permanent move and it hadn't been. he leaves once jd passed away naturally, and from there he makes an attempt to return to his world because after spending time in a world of gods, it's a little difficult to not get curious again about your own.
and, just like he and akira said it probably would all those years ago, everything goes wrong again, even when ryo goes out of his way to try to not make the same obvious mistakes as before. so before he gets wiped out by god, he flees back to hell and remains there quietly. he's reunited with his twice dead cat again, and it's... he can't say it's a good life, because it's not, but it's something more doable than he thought it would be when akira originally left.
he only really ventures into the city when he needs something, and that's why he's there now. ryo steps out of a shop, bag in hand. he's in his human form, although his hair is closer to how it looks when he's in his true one-- keeping a bowlcut after a while is apparently more work than he wants to deal with. he starts to move and then freezes when someone a little too familiar walks by. ]
Akira?
[ it's said softly enough that he doesn't really expect akira to hear but ]
[Ryo is valid and extremely cute this way. Unfortunately for Akira.
It’s less the startled whisper of his name (imagine if he kept walking without hearing) and more the sheer, undeniable feeling of someone else’s familiar presence he’d never escape that gets him to pull suddenly up short.
He’s afraid if he turns around, it won’t be who he thinks, or maybe who he does think it is will vanish in front of him.
Slowly, he turns halfway back to Ryo, eyes widening. His hair is a bit shaggier, but not as much as it likely will be from here on—a must for keeping up human appearances before. And with a more honed control over his demon side, he is able to wander with his wings tucked behind him in a human form.
He could be gone for a few years, for twenty, for eighty, for a whole several lifetimes, and he’d never forget that ethereal face.]
ryo has spent a very long time thinking of what he would do if he ever saw akira again. there are some days when he's so angry about what happened that he considers just leaving him. and other days when he wonders if he might die of shock, or cry, or maybe come up with some deep speech, like he tends to.
for now, though, he spends about ten seconds just staring in disbelief. he takes one step towards him. then stops. he drops his bag suddenly and runs to him to almost tackle him for a hug. ]
[Honestly, Akira expects all of the things Ryo has thought would happen. He expects hatred and resentment, he expects to be shunned, and all of those would be fair (ignoring the implications that Ryo’s love had not be great for him as it was).
He does not expect Ryo to step toward him, to run for him. For the briefest of seconds, a ripple of uncertainty goes through him. Will Ryo attack him? Kill him? Slap him?
There isn’t anything to do but open his arms, to let Ryo in. He throws them around Ryo’s shoulders and squeezes Ryo into himself. The leathery wings fold around afterward.]
[ he will likely be angry later as he processes this. but for right now, the only thing that is really hitting ryo is the fact that akira is back and here and that he's touching him.
he buries his face into his neck and stays there for a long moment. it's only the sound of other citizens of hell shuffling around them that makes ryo look up, almost like he forgot where they were. ]
I didn't think I'd ever see you again.
[ they're at a point where akira has spent more of his life without ryo than with him, so he more or less gave up on the hope that akira would come back to hell. ]
[It’s strange. Regardless of how much he can love another person, there is something… filled again in him rejoining to Ryo. Something invisible snapping perfectly together again, as if a piece had weirdly always been missing.
The wings loosen, but remain fanned around them, hiding them. He allows Ryo to shift, and he takes a moment to really look at Ryo, searching gently. He shakes his head a little.
The fingers of one hand play with the ends of Ryo’s longer hair.]
[ although ryo notes it really is a pure coincidence that they ran into each other here. he wonders if akira has been here for a while or if he only returned recently. he should probably ask that, at some point, but right now he just holds onto him a little tighter. ]
Ryo assigns him having been here for a long time, avoidant.
He wonders where else he could possibly go where the people he knew would even still be alive. Some of them maybe wouldn’t even come back here. He nods this time.]
but he moves to pull away at that, but keeps a hand on akira's arm like he's hesitant to completely let go. in case akira disappears the second they lose contact with each other. ]
Come with me.
[ ryo would prefer if there wasn't an audience for this; the citizens of hell are bored and nosy and ryo is aware of how he and akira can get. ]
[The wings fold away and tuck behind his back. He regards Ryo for a moment, then hesitantly (not exactly on his part) takes Ryo’s hand. If Ryo wants.
Okay, he’s coming.]
Do you want me to fly us?
[He’s just not sure how far Ryo is trying to go.]
[ oh.... he looks down at their hands and squeezes it after a moment. ryo will then tug them along slightly so he can pick up his dropped bag and he tucks that onto his other forearm. ]
Mm, I'll tell you where to go. It'll be faster than taking the ferry.
[ the only reason ryo doesn't really run around in his true form is that the majority of things here are regular human sized... it's more convenient to stay like this. ]
It's my place. There's someone you should see, anyway.
[He moves with Ryo, letting go only so he can help Ryo with the bag. Look, he would have done this anyway probably, but he has lived a long time with decent people, so… He helps Ryo get the dropped bag of things.]
Okay.
[???
He wonders if it’s JD, and he also chastises himself for thinking JD would somehow be gone in regards to being here when this is everlasting hell. Not on Ryo’s part. There are only a few things he could trust Ryo with before he left, but when he understood it was tied to his happiness, to him too, he knew Ryo could be trusted.
He draws Ryo to himself and scoops Ryo up in his arms without struggle. The wings fan out, perhaps rudely ushering everyone else out of the way with their span. The muscles under his skin crawl and push back, and the wings grow a little larger. He beats them downward, sending them up into the air, leaving the ground behind.]
Edited (typo assigning love in front of ryo’s salad…) 2023-04-11 15:43 (UTC)
[ it's been a few days since akira arrived. it's been fairly... mundane, so far, as they mainly have to focus on readjusting and just preparing the house for an extra person. ryo doesn't really need that much to get by so he got away with only really getting basic essentials, but now someone lives here who actually has tastes and preferences and the like.
so, it's a mundane few days but busy. it's not quite what ryo expected to be doing, but also just settling down with a house and a cat on his own also wasn't really on his to do list either and here we are. and while the idea of a life of domesticity for satan of all people seems fantastical, the fact that it might actually be within his grasp never felt more like a possibility than now.
it's a new day and probably early morning. ryo is awake and... akira probably isn't. it's probably just going to be like this a lot. but ryo is just dropping a cat onto akira's face. ]
This is probably what he has had to deal with for several days. He grunts and stirs. JD grooms his forehead once or twice with a terrible sandpaper tongue, and he squints his eyes before peeling them open.
It’s just his eyes peeking around a cat at Ryo. They are squinting again.]
but ryo does nothing for a few seconds, before he lifts jd up begrudgingly and sets him on a pillow instead. never say he doesn't do anything for you, akira (it's ryo fault it even happened) ]
[He mutters some other stuff, but the cat is on his face, so it's very muffled and unintelligible. That's what Ryo gets. These are all and have always been the consequences of his actions.
He sputters a little once JD is lifted away. Reaching up, he scrubs his face and stubbornly rocks his head back and forth. More squinting.]
Good morning? [Said pointedly. As in, CAN'T RYO AT LEAST SAY GOOD MORNING FIRST.] We have to go this early...?
[He looks absolutely like an exasperated kid when Ryo annoyingly ruffles his hair. It's already stuck up in every direction because it's fluffy, so luckily the ruffle doesn't do much more than... make it more fluffy.]
Mnn--n?!
[His eyes snap open. He starts trying to sit up without jostling JD around too badly.]
Akira watches Ryo leave, and he exchanges a glance with JD like ??? even though JD does little more than look at him with an unreadable expression. Prize...? Is this pay back for when he tried to trick Harrow and Ryo into not arguing and fighting because they were cursed...?
Gently, he rubs his eyes with his fisted hands. Well. He's already sitting up, so may as well go along with Ryo's plans. RYO IS ALREADY TRYING TO SEND HIM TO WORK AT A JOB LIKE A SIM HUSBAND.
Begrudgingly, he will get out of bed so he can find some clothes to put on (which are Ryo's since the purpose of this trip is to find him clothes period). Will Ryo find out he's a clothes snob now because he spent, like, 80 years with rich fashion snobs? Yeah... He walks out yawning largely with JD in his arms.]
He almost drops JD on the ground when he double-takes at Ryo beING A GIRL. His face gets a little red, and he gapes because his brain has to hard restart since a) Ryo is a girl, b) he just got up, and c) he hasn't eaten yet. HE DOESN'T EVEN DISLIKE RYO AS A BOY.
He is simply shocked for a second time by how hot Ryo is as a girl. As if he has not seen Ryo's genderless form several times. Bisexuality is hurting his brain.]
Com...ing.
[He goes, realizing halfway he still has JD, so he gently puts the cat down on the ground and knocks fur off his chest.]
[STOP, shut up. God, he's so predictable and stupid. Either his face gets red again or it just hasn't stopped being red from the initial time. He glances away, then back dumbly.]
Yeah! [Wait, that was too loud and eager.] ...Um, yeah.
[Hell yeah, he likes his prize.] You're sexy... [Anyway. He very quickly kisses Ryo and then runs out of the door.]
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He watches those around him change, get wrinkles, get sick and get well, get gray hair, lose hair. They age gracefully, and he's glad they have each other because he becomes left behind, stuck in time. And it isn't only one. It's several. He stays and watches them wink out like candles, one by one not too long after each other, leaving behind families in which he doesn't exactly fit.
So he goes back finally. It really doesn't matter what is left, what he may find, only this is the only option he has left. Being in hell is where he had plans to stay before anyway, and he wonders if Gideon would be mad knowing this is where his orbit swung him once more.
Not too much has changed. He wanders around, trying to dodge the urge to look for someone he had treated so badly a long time ago. It'd be more than fair if Ryo had left. To go home, to go with someone else, to not come back. And he feels undeserved of any of his own sorrow at the idea after what he'd done.
So... he just wanders around in the places he remembers. The dorms, the docks, the islands, and then the city, looking for a place which might fit him a little better than the last.]
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ryo hadn't exactly stayed in hell the entire time, at least. he did go to teyvat and stayed there for a little while, but it was never meant to be a permanent move and it hadn't been. he leaves once jd passed away naturally, and from there he makes an attempt to return to his world because after spending time in a world of gods, it's a little difficult to not get curious again about your own.
and, just like he and akira said it probably would all those years ago, everything goes wrong again, even when ryo goes out of his way to try to not make the same obvious mistakes as before. so before he gets wiped out by god, he flees back to hell and remains there quietly. he's reunited with his twice dead cat again, and it's... he can't say it's a good life, because it's not, but it's something more doable than he thought it would be when akira originally left.
he only really ventures into the city when he needs something, and that's why he's there now. ryo steps out of a shop, bag in hand. he's in his human form, although his hair is closer to how it looks when he's in his true one-- keeping a bowlcut after a while is apparently more work than he wants to deal with. he starts to move and then freezes when someone a little too familiar walks by. ]
Akira?
[ it's said softly enough that he doesn't really expect akira to hear but ]
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It’s less the startled whisper of his name (imagine if he kept walking without hearing) and more the sheer, undeniable feeling of someone else’s familiar presence he’d never escape that gets him to pull suddenly up short.
He’s afraid if he turns around, it won’t be who he thinks, or maybe who he does think it is will vanish in front of him.
Slowly, he turns halfway back to Ryo, eyes widening. His hair is a bit shaggier, but not as much as it likely will be from here on—a must for keeping up human appearances before. And with a more honed control over his demon side, he is able to wander with his wings tucked behind him in a human form.
He could be gone for a few years, for twenty, for eighty, for a whole several lifetimes, and he’d never forget that ethereal face.]
Ryo…
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ryo has spent a very long time thinking of what he would do if he ever saw akira again. there are some days when he's so angry about what happened that he considers just leaving him. and other days when he wonders if he might die of shock, or cry, or maybe come up with some deep speech, like he tends to.
for now, though, he spends about ten seconds just staring in disbelief. he takes one step towards him. then stops. he drops his bag suddenly and runs to him to almost tackle him for a hug. ]
Akira!
[ sometimes being gay wins out ]
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He does not expect Ryo to step toward him, to run for him. For the briefest of seconds, a ripple of uncertainty goes through him. Will Ryo attack him? Kill him? Slap him?
There isn’t anything to do but open his arms, to let Ryo in. He throws them around Ryo’s shoulders and squeezes Ryo into himself. The leathery wings fold around afterward.]
Ryo… I’m back.
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he buries his face into his neck and stays there for a long moment. it's only the sound of other citizens of hell shuffling around them that makes ryo look up, almost like he forgot where they were. ]
I didn't think I'd ever see you again.
[ they're at a point where akira has spent more of his life without ryo than with him, so he more or less gave up on the hope that akira would come back to hell. ]
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[It’s strange. Regardless of how much he can love another person, there is something… filled again in him rejoining to Ryo. Something invisible snapping perfectly together again, as if a piece had weirdly always been missing.
The wings loosen, but remain fanned around them, hiding them. He allows Ryo to shift, and he takes a moment to really look at Ryo, searching gently. He shakes his head a little.
The fingers of one hand play with the ends of Ryo’s longer hair.]
I didn’t think you would be here…
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[ although ryo notes it really is a pure coincidence that they ran into each other here. he wonders if akira has been here for a while or if he only returned recently. he should probably ask that, at some point, but right now he just holds onto him a little tighter. ]
Are you staying?
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Ryo assigns him having been here for a long time, avoidant.
He wonders where else he could possibly go where the people he knew would even still be alive. Some of them maybe wouldn’t even come back here. He nods this time.]
Yeah. I’m staying.
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but he moves to pull away at that, but keeps a hand on akira's arm like he's hesitant to completely let go. in case akira disappears the second they lose contact with each other. ]
Come with me.
[ ryo would prefer if there wasn't an audience for this; the citizens of hell are bored and nosy and ryo is aware of how he and akira can get. ]
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Okay, he’s coming.]
Do you want me to fly us?
[He’s just not sure how far Ryo is trying to go.]
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Mm, I'll tell you where to go. It'll be faster than taking the ferry.
[ the only reason ryo doesn't really run around in his true form is that the majority of things here are regular human sized... it's more convenient to stay like this. ]
It's my place. There's someone you should see, anyway.
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Okay.
[???
He wonders if it’s JD, and he also chastises himself for thinking JD would somehow be gone in regards to being here when this is everlasting hell. Not on Ryo’s part. There are only a few things he could trust Ryo with before he left, but when he understood it was tied to his happiness, to him too, he knew Ryo could be trusted.
He draws Ryo to himself and scoops Ryo up in his arms without struggle. The wings fan out, perhaps rudely ushering everyone else out of the way with their span. The muscles under his skin crawl and push back, and the wings grow a little larger. He beats them downward, sending them up into the air, leaving the ground behind.]
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so, it's a mundane few days but busy. it's not quite what ryo expected to be doing, but also just settling down with a house and a cat on his own also wasn't really on his to do list either and here we are. and while the idea of a life of domesticity for satan of all people seems fantastical, the fact that it might actually be within his grasp never felt more like a possibility than now.
it's a new day and probably early morning. ryo is awake and... akira probably isn't. it's probably just going to be like this a lot. but ryo is just dropping a cat onto akira's face. ]
Wake up. We're getting you clothes.
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This is probably what he has had to deal with for several days. He grunts and stirs. JD grooms his forehead once or twice with a terrible sandpaper tongue, and he squints his eyes before peeling them open.
It’s just his eyes peeking around a cat at Ryo. They are squinting again.]
Mm~mm…? Hos…?
[His brows furrow.]
Ay ee. Ah ant eave.
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[ because he put a cat on his face.
but ryo does nothing for a few seconds, before he lifts jd up begrudgingly and sets him on a pillow instead. never say he doesn't do anything for you, akira (it's ryo fault it even happened) ]
Now get up.
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He sputters a little once JD is lifted away. Reaching up, he scrubs his face and stubbornly rocks his head back and forth. More squinting.]
Good morning? [Said pointedly. As in, CAN'T RYO AT LEAST SAY GOOD MORNING FIRST.] We have to go this early...?
[It's probably, like 3 PM. Idk.]
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[ ryo decides that he will have to fix akira's sleep schedule somehow. maybe akira can actually get a job like he had been considering before he left.
he reaches over to ruffle akira's hair. it's done annoyingly. ]
If you get up now I'll give you a prize.
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Mnn--n?!
[His eyes snap open. He starts trying to sit up without jostling JD around too badly.]
Prize...?
[WHAT IS THE PRIZE...]
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but ryo just nods his head, as if that answers the question. ]
You'll find out what it is once you're ready.
[ as in, ryo is now moving to leave the room. ]
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Akira watches Ryo leave, and he exchanges a glance with JD like ??? even though JD does little more than look at him with an unreadable expression. Prize...? Is this pay back for when he tried to trick Harrow and Ryo into not arguing and fighting because they were cursed...?
Gently, he rubs his eyes with his fisted hands. Well. He's already sitting up, so may as well go along with Ryo's plans. RYO IS ALREADY TRYING TO SEND HIM TO WORK AT A JOB LIKE A SIM HUSBAND.
Begrudgingly, he will get out of bed so he can find some clothes to put on (which are Ryo's since the purpose of this trip is to find him clothes period). Will Ryo find out he's a clothes snob now because he spent, like, 80 years with rich fashion snobs? Yeah... He walks out yawning largely with JD in his arms.]
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but akira will find ryo downstairs. he will also find that... ryo is a girl now. that was the prize. boobies. ]
Let's go, Akira.
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HELLO???????
He almost drops JD on the ground when he double-takes at Ryo beING A GIRL. His face gets a little red, and he gapes because his brain has to hard restart since a) Ryo is a girl, b) he just got up, and c) he hasn't eaten yet. HE DOESN'T EVEN DISLIKE RYO AS A BOY.
He is simply shocked for a second time by how hot Ryo is as a girl. As if he has not seen Ryo's genderless form several times. Bisexuality is hurting his brain.]
Com...ing.
[He goes, realizing halfway he still has JD, so he gently puts the cat down on the ground and knocks fur off his chest.]
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switches pronouns because ryo does not care at all about this. but she looks up from her phone when akira approaches and pockets it. ]
Let's go then. Do you like your prize?
[ ryo knows the answer already ]
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Yeah! [Wait, that was too loud and eager.] ...Um, yeah.
[Hell yeah, he likes his prize.] You're sexy... [Anyway. He very quickly kisses Ryo and then runs out of the door.]
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