The honeymoon comes after the wedding. You know that, right?

[firstofherusername]

honeymoon. Leave a top level with info, prefs, the works. This meme's really simple: your character and the one who replies to yours are on their honeymoon (at a beach, a secret cabin, the universe's finest scientific facility because you guys are both huge nerds, on the run thanks to your wedding day being poorly-timed or spur of the moment since your enemies decided to attack on the same hour, Vegas, at the local Waffle House idk do you but you might wanna include some setting ideas in the top level unless you like to live dangerously) and presumably having lots of married, honeymoon sex. This meme isn't that deep, bro.

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Sonia | Pokémon Sword & Shield

[yamp]

[well, alola's nice this time of year]

sousuke yamazaki | free | m/m

[badshoulder]

Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA

[wherehopegoes]

[ooc: Up for real or for a mission.]

seragaki aoba | dmmd

[cosmo_call]

[ this is my weakness... ota! feel free to PM for plot! ]

I meant this to be cute and then I slipped and put a little angst in it anyway

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ ...it turns out that for all the obstacles it's put in their way, her personal situation (their personal situation, now, and is thinking that ever not going to make her have to take a moment to have some sort of feelings) is occasionally a blessing in disguise.

in this case, it's because trying for anything resembling a "traditional" honeymoon is just completely off the table by default. it is a little bit of a shame—she might even have been sad about it, under other circumstances—but as it is, there's absolutely no way she can be too put out over not having to try to figure out any sort of intensive vacation plans while simultaneously dealing with the stranglehold Toue and Platinum Jail have on the island's economy and transportation.

she'd left most of the planning to Aoba, for a few reasons. her knowledge of the island's seedier undercurrent may be nearly unrivaled, but that does neither of them any good in figuring out somewhere to go. (places not to go, maybe.) more than that, though...

to her, Midorijima is a prison. it's a point of something so intensely wrong that she wouldn't have been able to ignore it, even if other circumstances hadn't forced her hand. there's no place there that she can really imagine enjoying, outside of being there with Aoba. ...that same feeling is what makes her determined to enjoy whatever he chooses to take her, though. Midorijima in its current state might be her personal hell— but it's also Aoba's home. she wants to be able to see it the same way he does, as much as she can.

(...it isn't as if she can be unhappy about the two of them getting out from under Tae-baa-san's roof for a little while, anyway. she adores the woman—even if she makes her desperately miss her own grandmother—but Tae is unfortunately uncomfortably perceptive and Kaiko is 100% in no way ready to have any sort of discussion with her about her relationship with Aoba.) ]

you're so good to me.. keeping me fed with angst....

[cosmo_call]

Kaiko. We're here.

[ He'd felt kind of bad telling her to keep herself hidden in his pocket or in his bag while they went, but he'd needed Ren out for directions and while a guy holding one AllMate makes sense, a guy with two -- one being particularly more difficult to actually hold onto than the other -- is a little more suspicious and therefore the whole wait-and-see factor of the trip had become a necessary one. He made sure, though, that there was always one of his hands in the pocket she hid in, or a few of his fingers keeping the zip of his bag open, or the shirt-sleeve rolled up inside the sleeve of his jacket that she decided to hide in.

If it hadn't been for a combination of his friends, this wouldn't be happening, and now that it is Aoba is a mixture of nervous and excited for a variety of reasons. The main of which being that he hopes Kaiko likes it, the secondary being that Aoba hopes he himself likes it. He's entirely out of his comfort zone, in a place he hasn't been as well as breaching relationship boundaries he previously hadn't ever imagined he'd be experiencing.. it's all a lot, but when he sticks his hand into wherever she is hiding as if to help her out, he immediately feels better when he touches her soft fur.

It's just the coastline, just a decent sized apartment with a beachside view, just a home away from home for a little bit where Aoba hopes Kaiko can be herself for a little bit and he can enjoy seeing that feeling on her. But somehow now that he's faced with it.. it feels so much bigger than that.

He places the now sleeping Ren onto the couch at his side before dropping his bag beside it. ]

It's bigger than I thought it'd be..

[ Thanks Noiz....... ]

I am a culinary master

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ thanks Noiz!!! she's going to have to call him sweet to his face as a thank you bullying.

thankfully for the both of them, she's mellowed out... quite a bit, actually, since opening up. not that she isn't entirely still capable of sustained off-the-wall hyperactivity when the situation calls for it, but it's no longer necessary as either something to keep her distracted or as a cover for what's really going through her head. she's quite content to stay in his pocket for the duration of the trip: curling up against his ribs and wrapping herself around his hand while she browses through her library of downloaded books might not be the peak cuddling-with-the-boyfriend-while-reading experience, but it's definitely nowhere near the bottom. as much as the ferret body comes with its inconveniences, there's really something to be said about what the size difference does for coziness levels.

(additional bonus: keeping hold of his hand means she gets to lick his fingers or knuckles when he least expects it. it makes her feel silly, but that's more than worth it if she gets him to make entertaining noises. besides, wouldn't it be rude if she let him get too bored or lonely after all his hard work to make this happen?)

being comfortable does not dampen her enthusiasm to get out when Aoba calls down to her in the least, however. she pops her head out like she was waiting for it, looking over the apartment with bright eyes before wiggling until she spills out entirely. her reply is almost absent minded, her attention mostly on taking in everything she skitters back and forth over Aoba's legs in her excited loops up and down the couch.

(though she does take a moment to briefly groom one of Ren's ears as she scoots past him, with the same sort of air as someone tucking in someone who'd fallen asleep without a blanket.) ]

Is it? Everything looks big to me, my sense of scale is a mess now...

[ ...and then she gives in to her terrible sense of humor, and adds while gleefully rolling over onto her back, paws demurely crossed over her chest: ]

Also, that's what she said.

[cosmo_call]

[ Aoba is hyper aware of just how massive this place is compared to Granny's cramped little house or Heibon's cramped little store room or.. well, the old district in general. Everything is small, close together, claustrophobic-- and in comparison this place feels like a wide open field, so stark in contrast that Aoba feels a weight lift from his chest that he hadn't even been aware had settled there, and even begins to wonder if this is what movies mean when they talk about people going away to clear the comfortable fog they'd grown used to. Had he been in that fog?

Kaiko is a good distraction from those weird thoughts, a good mood lightener as she bounces around and paws at Ren in a way that makes Aoba's brain flood with endearments for her.... even as she says things like that which he's certain she only does to see him blush. He does, of course, right to the tips of his ears, and turns to look away from her. ]

Aah, cut that out. [ His chiding is soft but meaningful because he is Not going to dwell on the double entendre for too long lest it wander. That's the last thing he needs. ] I said there's no reason to get the big one, but this room is the only package thing. Honeymoon package.

[ Wow, he actually had to make himself say that word. Not for bad reasons - but for reasons he can't really place all the same. Perhaps a fear that saying it will make it real and therefore easy to lose? Or maybe just because saying it outloud makes Aoba's heart flutter like it's about to burst out of his chest. It could be either. It certainly makes the colour on his face worse, but at least he turns to look at Kaiko now. ]

Apparently there's a chocolate bouquet somewhere around here? Whatever that is.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ she snickers at both his reaction to the joke and his waffling (because he's not wrong about her motives at all), and he turns back just in time to see her throw herself directly at his stomach with her usual lack of grace, aiming to let herself splat there and slide down into his lap on her back. who needs dignity when there can be cuddles?

...cuddles, and luxuriating in the shifting tapestry of Aoba's mood. the emotional spillover is less insistent than it had been, without the provocation of distance between them or her own attempts to ignore it to stoke it— but it's still there. the feel of him settling from something more pensive to simple (if flustered) affection is a comforting background hum that she can't help but settle under and greedily soak up.

she's still bad at communicating— Kaiko is too used to wearing metaphorical masks for being honest out loud to come easily, and too self-consciously aware of the way her current physical situation overshadows any gestures she can make. it's admittedly a good kick in the ass to work on the former— but in the meantime, letting herself feel and echo the warmth in her own heart back at him is at least something she can do. ]

Mm— it's more or less a bunch of candy arranged nicely.

[ ...maybe she'll get lucky and it'll have white chocolate. or it'll be a really fancy one and there'll be fruit she... can sadly huff. damn. it's been long enough she would probably kill someone if it meant getting to taste a single strawberry... ]

Do you want to go look for it? ...I'll bet they put it in the bedroom.

[cosmo_call]

[ Aoba lets out a breath of air and it's entirely unclear whether he's dramatising being winded by her impact or is just verbalising his exasperation over her noodle-y-ness. Finding a puddle of her in his lap, however, is definitely not the worst situation he could find himself in, and as though by reflex he lifts his hands to form a lip on either side of his lap, to stop her falling but also to initiate some more of the contact he finds himself sorely missing when he doesn't have it. Like those-- what, ten, maybe? seconds between announcing their arrival and this very moment.

He's all too aware of the drawbacks of an edible addition to their room, and had pointed such an issue out to Koujaku when he'd pushed for this particular arrangement, but Koujaku's comeback had been something about them being resourceful and something else about being unable to ruin a classic, and Aoba had called him something half-hearted and shut up soon after that to avoid being teased any more.

It would be easier, sure, to have a girlfriend who could eat and touch the same as him. But it wouldn't be her. So he doesn't want it.

He wiggles his fingers idly, fluffing up her sides as he looks up and around the living room, eyeing up the wide doorway leading to what looks like the bedroom and en-suite. ]

Eh.. [ He shrugs. ] I guess so. Apparently the bedroom has a nice view.

[ And then he scoops her up into the crook of his arm with a flash of a grin, and sets off toward the other side of the room.

The whole apartment is open plan - the only doors in the place are the front one and the one leading to the bathroom - all the floors are shiny wood vinyl (perfect for skittering claws) and the bed is indeed heart shaped, with an assortment of chocolates of varying flavours and colours and designs nestled in some elaborate decorative wrapping to make it look like a bunch of flowers. Aoba can't help but roll his eyes at what a cliche this all is as he passes it on his way to the sliding door that leads out onto the balcony.

The view is that of a wide open seafront. The sky is kind of gray, but the breeze is nice and there are still a few boats dotted along the shoreline. It's quiet, too, which is probably the strangest thing to Aoba.. He's accustomed to the nigh-constant bustle of the Old District, after all. He leans his elbow on the edge and peers down. ]

We're much higher up than my room.. [ He murmurs, then as if a thought has struck him he adds: ] So don't go too close to the edge. It's windy, I don't want you flying away into the sea or something.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ she wiggles around obligingly under his fingers, eventually rolling onto one side so she can grab at his hand with all four paws. it's the closest she can get to holding his hand properly, and she keeps that hold even as he scoops her up, making her yelp in surprise and then laugh.

the tour of the rest of the apartment is... definitely something. she notes the lack of doors with a soft ache in her chest that only intensifies as she spots the heart-shaped bed and the chocolate bouquet, even as she actually cackles in delighted surprise. it's a ridiculously over the top cliche and she's happy to make fun of it— but it's also one that she had never in a thousand years expected to apply to her. there had been so many reasons to think that romance wasn't something meant for something like her, no matter how much she wanted it—

and yet here she is, in a stupidly fancy honeymoon suite, in her love's arms. she falls quiet as he opens the door to the balcony and the wind ruffles her fur. ]

You and me both. I've never been able to swim.

...you know, I've never actually seen the sea. Not when I was in any state to really appreciate it, anyway.

[ she'd technically seen it from the piers that she'd tried to jump from, back when she'd still been alive, and from the boat she'd stowed away on to smuggle herself onto the island‐ but there's no possible comparison between the despair she'd felt in those moments and what she feels now, watching the waves lap at the beach from Aoba's arms. ]

It's beautiful.

[cosmo_call]

[ Aoba considers this with a tilt of his head, which disturbs the fall of his hair and sends it flying into his face, ruining the soft moment as he splutters it out of his mouth. Kaiko is probably better off in her current state, since this is the kind of rubbish humans have to deal with. Or at least ones with ridiculous mullets. ]

I can remember the sea, but I don't know when I saw it. As a kid, maybe.

[ He lifts a hand to push his hair out of his face, which means that he has to scoop her up a little more and hold her closer to his chest to keep his hold on her sturdy. ]

It is nice to look at..

[ There's a moment in a movie he can remember watching, where the female lead calls a view beautiful and the guy looks at her when he agrees, and Aoba had made vomiting noises at the time but now it's literally all he can think of-- so naturally his face explodes into colour despite the fact that he's not even looking at Kaiko. She can probably feel it tangentially through their whole bond thing, so Aoba clears his throat to hopefully distract her. ]

Is there anything you'd like to do while we're here? We're supposed to just be relaxing, but-- I mean, you just spent the last however many hours in my pocket, so..

Cassia Andor | Rogue One | OTA

[yo_me_rezo]

[ooc: real or mission shenanigans.]

Nico Moreno | OC | M/F

[salvando_vidas]

Grace Callahan | OC | F/M

[new_beginnings]