If I didn't forget you my heart would explode [Closed; Xanxus & Yuusei]
Who: Xanxus (rawrsoangry) and his blushing bride (or something, apparently), Yuusei (weaving_bonds)
What: Talk about the WTF-ery that is this latest memory regain
Where: Outside the Ari apartments
When: Uhhh today. Sometime. FEBRUARY 9TH, LET'S GO WITH THAT.
Notes/Warnings: Xanxus. Though I promise this should be mildly hilarious? :D?
Part of Xanxus was kind of convinced that he was actually in a fucking mental institution and all of this bullshittery was some kind of fucked-up hallucinations caused by whatever goddamn drugs they had him doped up on combined with years of (apparently) keeping company with some excessively sparkly and estrogenic fucking peacock of a homosexual.
However, he couldn't deny the memories that he'd be regifted with...nor the feelings that had unexpectedly come with them. To put it most mildly, Xanxus was extremely uncomfortable with this new development. Despite his enforced amnesia, he was damn sure of certain key facets about himself, the foremost of which being that he hated most everyone and everything. And yet...somehow he remembered feeling a kind of warmth that wasn't the fire of his standard-issue ire as he stood at a goddamned matrimonial altar with some guy and...got fucking married. If this memory was to be trusted.
He'd felt practically content, actually. Xanxus had no idea how to deal with that. He twisted the ornate ring where he'd settled it on his left ring finger almost defiantly, and waited pensively for his partner in this fucking travesty to turn up.
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What: Talk about the WTF-ery that is this latest memory regain
Where: Outside the Ari apartments
When: Uhhh today. Sometime. FEBRUARY 9TH, LET'S GO WITH THAT.
Notes/Warnings: Xanxus. Though I promise this should be mildly hilarious? :D?
Part of Xanxus was kind of convinced that he was actually in a fucking mental institution and all of this bullshittery was some kind of fucked-up hallucinations caused by whatever goddamn drugs they had him doped up on combined with years of (apparently) keeping company with some excessively sparkly and estrogenic fucking peacock of a homosexual.
However, he couldn't deny the memories that he'd be regifted with...nor the feelings that had unexpectedly come with them. To put it most mildly, Xanxus was extremely uncomfortable with this new development. Despite his enforced amnesia, he was damn sure of certain key facets about himself, the foremost of which being that he hated most everyone and everything. And yet...somehow he remembered feeling a kind of warmth that wasn't the fire of his standard-issue ire as he stood at a goddamned matrimonial altar with some guy and...got fucking married. If this memory was to be trusted.
He'd felt practically content, actually. Xanxus had no idea how to deal with that. He twisted the ornate ring where he'd settled it on his left ring finger almost defiantly, and waited pensively for his partner in this fucking travesty to turn up.
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