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WHO: Fou (sealed_guard) and Allen Walker (king_jester)
WHEN: April 12th, 1952 (morning)
WHERE: Midgard, apartment 1
FILTER: Closed
WHAT: Not many couples consider sparring to be a good one month anniversary date. Fou and Allen aren't many couples.
NOTES: Let's say T for violence for now. Rating may go up later on?
STATUS: Ongoing
( You know, most people just go out to dinner for their anniversary.. )
WHEN: April 12th, 1952 (morning)
WHERE: Midgard, apartment 1
FILTER: Closed
WHAT: Not many couples consider sparring to be a good one month anniversary date. Fou and Allen aren't many couples.
NOTES: Let's say T for violence for now. Rating may go up later on?
STATUS: Ongoing
( You know, most people just go out to dinner for their anniversary.. )
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"Of.. of course I did! Like I could trust someone else to do it right. It wasn't easy, either! You're lucky I still remembered how!" In all honesty, she was a little surprised that she remembered, herself. It'd been almost twenty years since she last made one. Sure, it had its flaws-- it was a bit lumpy, and the tassels had already begun to fray, but it was made well enough to serve its purpose.
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But she had to look at him to set him straight, and that bashful smile he had would make her consider just about anything once. With no small amount of gruffness, she accepted the present but refrained from opening it just yet, regarding it with skepticism and a bit of curiosity.
((D: Oh Fou, you don't even know how lucky you are))
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Needless to say they were doing it very wrong.
Not that either of them are known for following the rules. As much as he holds his pride as an English gentleman, the course of his very life has created circumstances so far beyond his control that when something good comes along he has started to cling to it with everything he has. Especially now, considering all he's lost ( ... )
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Slowly, she pulled off the lid of the box, and it left her more or less at the same place as she was before she opened it: skeptical and curious. One time with the hot chocolate didn't mean she was gonna start making eating stuff a regular thing. Not to say she didn't like it-- she did. It was a completely different kind of sweet than she'd had before, and it was good. And from the smell of these, it was the same kind of weird sweet. It wasn't like Allen was turning it into a regular thing, either. So for a gift, it wasn't so bad, then? Just sorting out how she felt left her staring at the confectionaries as if they were conundrums instead ( ... )
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And that boy watched on with a hopeful air as his Guardian Deity pulled open that box as though she were unwrapping another layer closer to his heart. His. That was a selfish thought, wasn't it. Yet somewhere along the line he started thinking in terms of 'us' and 'ours' and where the thought of 'alone' has almost become foreign.
"Roof?" Allen raised a curious brow as he watched the expression change on the tiny woman's face.
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And so, with only a slight amount of hesitance, she picked up one of the truffles and brought it to her lips, taking a quick glance at Allen before plopping it in her mouth. Her reaction was immediate, head jerking up and her eyes wide with surprise as she looked at him. It was... really good!
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Fou was his lion, but in many ways she reminded him of a bristly cat. She was fiercely territorial and regarded mostly things with a cautious air, circling them closer and closer until she deemed them worthy of what ever it was they were unknowingly being tested for.
One can pet her and hold her -but always on her terms. Too much to fast and she's liable to hiss and growl. Like any good cat lover, Allen is learning that complicated little dance that keeps him perched comfortably in her good favors.
Not without trial and error of course. "I'm guessing that means you like them, then?"
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For someone who spent most of her existence just taking what she wanted, these gifts were pretty weird. Unfolding her legs out from under her, Fou slid off of the bed, standing as she almost reverently replaced the lid to the chocolates and left it on the nightstand next to the box that held the shard of her seal, her expression softening while she crouched down in front of the pair of boxes.
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He moved closer to her, brushing the fingers of his right hand lightly through her hair. "When do you want to go up to the roof?"
((so sorry for the late and fail of post ;o;))
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"Now works-- if you think you're ready, Allen." she said with a cockiness that only the anticipation of a fight brought out in her. By her tone, though, it really didn't matter to her if he was ready or not.
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He still loves them all dearly, that will never change. But that closeness they shared is fading in this place, no matter how hard he tries to keep it from happening.
Allen met the kiss with a moment of surprise but that quickly changed into a dopey, boyish grin. He raised a brow at her expression, just knowing she had something interesting hidden up her non-sleeve. "I'm always ready, love~"
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Damn that infectious kiddy grin of his, and damn her for acting like some snot-nosed kid with him around! Oh, he'd pay, though-- she'd make sure of it. The fact was, they did have all day. While Fou was many things, patient was not one of them. Neither was forgiving.
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So for the time being, her grip on him became a little less demanding as she led him from the room, and her smile grew some under the back of her large hand while she rubbed her flushed cheeks. He was safe to relax a little around... as much as she ever relaxed, at least.
It figured that it'd be here of all places. The Branch was a goddamn fortress, but she couldn't let down her defenses until she was in some shitty city surrounded by zombies with what had to be the most troublesome Exorcist she'd ever met ( ... )
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