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Jan 08, 2012 01:07

If you'd ask him what his path looked like after retrieving his memories, Atem probably wouldn't have answered in any way that was close to what his life was now. Ruling another country ... the world, even, Neo-Tokyo (Domino? Neo-Earth? Who knows) alongside the new Neo-Queen Serenity had not even been an idea he was aware he'd have at some point. ( Read more... )

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crystalruler January 8 2012, 06:45:45 UTC

This was the path she was destined for; to bring peace to the world, to the very universe itself and bring about a new era. Serenity knew what her duties were and rose to them, but for the person who held her heart she was worried. Never did she think she would find him again, but fate granted both of them the chance to be together and they took it ( ... )

note_atem January 8 2012, 06:50:02 UTC

His fingers brushed down over a set of white roses, careful of the thorns protruding from the stems. His head only turned slightly to greet her approach once he heard her voice. It was unnecessary to look at her full on as he knew that she was going to come right into his personal space regardless of what he would say and hug him.

And he was, as always, happy when she did. His arms came up around her shoulders. "Have I really become so predictable?" He half joked. "It might be a problem."

crystalruler January 8 2012, 07:02:51 UTC

It was a tradition for her, to embrace him whenever she greeted him or brush her hand against his. Touch was important, it showed they were alive and together--living out a life that should've been eons ago. She placed her head on his shoulder.

"Or perhaps I know you too well." Just as well as he knew her. This would be one of the first places she'd go if she wanted to think or get away from meeting rooms and dignitaries.

"Clearing your mind?"

note_atem January 8 2012, 07:07:13 UTC

"You'd make one hell of an opponent in that case." A wry smirk touched at his lips. Knowing his methods was never enough to beat him, though, and perhaps he reminisced too much about his dueling habits. Even a king had his vices. And that was one he would never really be able to be rid of.

His hand reached towards her face, brushing a few of her bangs away from her eyes. "This is a good place for that." His head raised, eyes going skyward. "Or too much thinking when it gets too quiet."

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