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 Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2017 11:00 pm
24 hours. Well, if 24 hours even meant 24 hours. Who knew how time really worked in a dream world compared to the real world? That's why Lydia hadn't actually gone straight to checking herself out in a mirror, stripped down to nothing more than her underwear, but had instead gone to one of her notebooks first to write a message to her horselady self. Then she had stripped down to check herself out in a full length mirror. Priorities. She had them. And she had other things too. Other, much more impressive than her human self, things. Like curves, ones that she ran her hands down while standing on tip toe and turning this way and that, and a tattoo that ran down the length of her spine, a black, twisty, beautiful, floral patterned thing that she actually thought was quite stunning. Oh, and her skin! Milky pale, and still scattered with a few freckles but nothing like she usually had. And her hair. Long, loose curls, dark blue-black, silky and somehow untangled, she ran her fingers through it all, pushed it back, mussed it up a little, and stared. She was beautiful. Gorgeous. It was a wonder her horseman self couldn't see it at all. For once in her life, she actually liked how she looked, actually felt pretty. It was amazing, but also interesting, as this was just a dream. Had she imagined herself this way, somehow? Was it a reflection of her own sub conscious desires? Or had something else chosen this form for her? It was too much. She needed to write, needed to jot down her questions and thoughts before it was all gone! She whirled away to grab another notebook and a pencil, not bothering to put her clothing back on, but paused, and reached down to the garments she had strewn upon the floor to find her cell phone, which she used to send out a quick text. Quote: Text to Aric/Aro: HEY! So I'm at my house, well, the place that this me stays in, at least. You should come over! If you aren't busy, I mean~ I think we should talk! /winky kiss face emoji/ /heart emoji/ /winky kiss face emoji/ /heart emoji/ She didn't stop to wonder if he might not have his memories back as well, because even if he didn't, she was fairly certain his company would have still been very appreciated.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 8:18 am
He was not a Horseman.
It took Arorangi a few attempts at pacing around his room to try and figure out what he was, mostly because his brain seemed to be attempting to convince himself of one thing when clearly it was another. He didn't have Ari's voice in his head - a disconcerting feeling, if there ever was one - but for the most part, other than that, he wasn't entirely upset about everything.
Probably because Arorangi was rarely upset about anything in general, unless it concerned Lydia or Oliver, but -
Lydia.
She was here, somewhere; she had to be, because she was his priestess, and he knew this without a doubt. He had pledged himself to her in one life and apparently that had transferred over to a secondary life - albeit slightly differently, granted, but still. It was all the same.
He needed to go check on Oliver - because it was pretty easy to make the connection that Owl equaled Oliver for many reasons - but Arorangi's phone buzzed merrily on his bedside table, and he reached out and plucked it up with a look of bemusement on his face.
Lydia. Apparently the real Lydia as well, judging by the fact that she had said "this me" and had also included a wide variety of emoticons that was only ever used when Lydia was being - well, all the time, really, because Lydia was Lydia.
He scrambled for his shoes, shoved them on his feet, and darted out of the room. The heavy clothes of himself - or his other self - or whatever this was - were fluffy and furry and his hair was about a foot longer than it usually was, but at least it was comfortable, even if Arorangi wasn't used to wearing this much.
He reached Lydia's door within a moment and knocked, his heart pounding.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 9:49 am
It occurred to her mid jot that if this was just a dream world, that her notes would be lost upon true awakening, and in that case what she was doing right now was completely pointless, and her pencil stopped it's scribbling while she considered this little issue, before shrugging thin shoulders and continuing to write anyways, because if nothing else, it might help her horsemen self realize who she actually was. Maybe. The knock on her door didn't give her so much as a pause as her pencil flew across the page. "Come in!" She called out, the words flying from her mouth out of sheer habit, always assuming that it was somebody who was welcome to enter without need of her asking who it was first. But then she remembered, she had just, moments before, invited Aro over. And she was still just standing there in her underwear.
Well, too late to do anything about that now! She set her pencil down, and then turned towards the front door with a ready smile.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 12:21 pm
Even just her voice made him smile stupidly, Arorangi closing his eyes momentarily to simply remember that she existed and that she was here. It was her; he didn't need to even see her to know that it was the right Lydia, that this was the woman he was dating, that he was head over heels for.
It was a very happy thought. Arorangi pushed open the door.
"Aroha, there - "
The cheerful greeting stopped midway because Lydia was in her underwear.
For a few seconds, Arorangi stared, a steady flush of red creeping over his cheeks, and then he hastily spun around so that his back was to her, Arorangi kicking the door shut quickly. There was no one else that should get to see her like this, okay.
"Lydia, I am glad you are safe," said Arorangi, staying facing away, but his voice was bright. "Are you okay?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 5:39 pm
The first word that he spoke confirmed what she had hoped, that he was back to his old self again as well, though what that meant for both of them she was still unsure of. A shared dream? She had read about such occurrences before, of course, as being in death division meant sifting through reports and paperwork, but until now, she had not actually experienced such a thing. At least, not to this extent. "Arooooo~" She sang his name happily, but let out a nervous tittering laugh when his face turned red and he turned away, half expecting as much considering her thoughtlessness regarding the whole clothing situation. But, well....she looked good, right? And he was her boyfriend. It shouldn't have really been that big of a deal, should it? Oh dear, she was over thinking the entire thing. Crossing the floor to where she had discarded her clothes earlier, she snatched up the robe that she had been wearing over her dress, and threw it around her shoulders, before sneaking up (not very sneakily considering the way the cloth of her robe swished with each step), and wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing her face against his back. "I'm great, actually! This is absolutely fantastic!" She grinned, pulling her face away and releasing her hold around his waist. "I mean, for now it is, until we forget who we are again, but for now, this is wonderful! Oh, it's safe to turn around now, I've covered up~" She laughed, her face pink with a hint of embarrassment, though mostly she was just happy. And feeling rather bold, actually, part of a new found confidence spawning from the appeal of the form she'd been given. When Aro turned, she would move forward to eagerly press herself against him again, fingers lifting to run through the furs that adorned his attire, while stretching up on her tip toes, her hands lifting to wrap around the back of his head, fingers threading through thick dreadlocks. "You are so handsome~" He always was, always had been, in this form or his normal one, and she still had no idea what he saw in her or why he was even with her, but she was holding on tight and never letting go because, well, she'd have to be crazy not to. "I really like this whole viking look." She giggled, and tugged on his hair, an uncharacteristic look of mischievousness in her gaze.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2017 7:59 am
He was trying very, very hard not to turn around and look, because the little glimpse that Arorangi had gotten of Lydia had been - to say the least - stunning. And it wasn't as though he didn't think of her as beautiful, because frankly, in the real world, Lydia was downright gorgeous to him all the time. But somehow this felt...different.
Plus she was in her underwear. That might have had something to do with it.
The sound of his name on her lips drew a smile from his own. He heard the rustle of cloth, heard the sound of her footsteps and pivoted automatically, a wide smile on Arorangi's face as Lydia all but fell into his arms. She was much more clothed now - sort of - wrapped in something silky and soft, but Arorangi was much more focused on the gentle sweep of her fingers across the back of his neck.
"Thank you," he said, sounding very pleased, a faint hint of redness still on his cheeks. Arorangi's hands settled on Lydia's slender waist, large palms fitting perfectly as he gave her a little squeeze of affection. She was standing on her tiptoes, which was very cute.
A laugh escaped him. "I am glad that you like it," said Arorangi, smile stretching into a grin. "You look...very beautiful, aroha. You always do, for that matter," he added, with a sage nod.
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