#⚜The River Always Finds the Sea :: Wylan⚜

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@dcviated from HERE

"We've been together for almost 10 years. I have a glass of wine nearly every night... Though I suppose 8 out of 10 is passing at least..."

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[ 📲 • sms ] —— send me a picture 😉 [ wy and nara]

Text Messages Meme || ⚜Accepting⚜

[ 📲 • sms ] —— send me a picture 😉 [ wy and nara]

"A picture?" Nara mumbles to herself, checking the message on her phone. It had come out of the blue while she was in the middle of some very important work. The only person on the planet who could distract her when she was focused was the man on the other end. It had been a while since she'd seen Wylan last... He was away on "business". As usual, she didn't know the details, but she trusted he'd come home safe. Nara missed him terribly, and there was something comforting in the fact that he seemed to miss her too. So much so that he'd reach out to her when he was away.

Standing from her desk, she stretches, looking around her office for the perfect angle.

[ Wylan❤️️ ]: Missing me already?

Nara snaps a photo out the window of her highrise making sure the photo quality is adequate before sending it. If this is what he wanted, then she'd happily provide!

[ Wylan❤️️ ]: Image Sent

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🍨Trying unique ice cream flavors at a local parlor. [get adventurous, nara- wylan will accept no less (main verse)]

Emoji RP Prompts ||  ⚜Accepting⚜

🍨Trying unique ice cream flavors at a local parlor.

"You.... bought me an ice cream parlor?"

"Yes I did!" Well. He'd borrowed it. It was November and they were on the off season. But it's fine. She didn't need to know the details.

"And.... you made all of the flavors yourself...?"

He nods enthusiastically.

Dear god.

Nara stands befuddled in the lobby of the establishment lovingly rebranded Nylon Niceties (He'd tried to explain to her the concept of ship names before and apparently 'Nylon' was theirs??? But it didn't really click with her...). It was her birthday, and Wylan had promised a "big surprise".... which- could really mean anything. He was anything, but predictable, despite Nara's best efforts. She'd come to expect the unexpected, but this was a little too unexpected.

Of course, to Wylan, this was obviously the best gift EVER. Their hobbies and the things they liked didn't always overlap. Yes, their personalities were compatible, and yes they accepted each other for who they both were, flaws and all, but Nara liked ice cream. Scratch that. Nara LOVED ice cream. And so did he. But who doesn't like ice cream? And who didn't love homemade gifts? (Even if this wasn't home.)

The elephant in the room here was that Wylan wasn't exactly a chef.... Nara had taken over that role very quickly in their relationship, his apartment now carefully stocked with all the implements and instruments she needed to craft some semblance of a meal. She preferred cooking at home, her kitchen, for one, being much larger and much more well stocked, but it was a small price to pay to see him and ensure he was taking care of himself.

But again. He made all of the flavors himself???????? She's skeptical.... Yet she couldn't help but admit he did look very cute in the stripped apron, bowtie and little paper hat.

"Let me know if you'd like to try anything!" He's playing the part of shopkeeper well, but Wylan was always good at that sort of thing. He's grinning ear to ear like the idiot he was, and that can only mean two things. One, her reaction was exactly what he'd hopped for, or, two, he still had more tricks up his sleeve... Which was a definite because he always had something more. Nara decides to humor him, walking up to the case of frozen delights(?), bending down to read the hand written cards that were haphazardly tapped over the originals.

'Buffalo Chicken'

'Pickles and Cheez Wiz'?

Was that one just called 'TV Dinner'?

It was no secret that Wylan's palate was.... questionable, but in all the years they'd been together, all of the fine dining restaurants they'd visited and home cooked meals she'd prepared for him, she'd thought that at least SOME of it would have rubbed off on him. Where had she gone wrong?

Nara stands up, attempting to flee before she's guilted into trying any of these bachelor pad monstrosities, but Wylan is there in a flash. She opens her mouth to protest and! Oops! In pops a testing spoon!

"This one's `Mustard and Pretzels`! It's kind of like sea salt caramel." Nara freezes, mind racing. She- she couldn't say she didn't like it right? He'd gone through all this trouble and it really was sweet if not dangerous. Would he be offended if she spit it out?! This was Wylan, so probably not... But-

Wait.

In the moments it took her mind to have one thousand thoughts, she'd had time to really taste it and... Actually??? It wasn't that bad. Definitely not something she would have tried under normal circumstances and she most certainly wouldn't be caught dead pairing the original ingredients together, but all in all? It was edible and didn't make her immediately want to vomit.

"Soooo? What do you think?"

"I can't say it's something I'd ever like to have again, but it's.... actually, okay?"

"There's one more secret flavor."

"Oh?" Nara braces herself. Prepared for his worst, yet in classic Wylan fashion, he hops the counter (couldn't he just go around like a normal person?!) startling her. Again, she's about to flee, but he grabs her pressing a kiss to her lips. She melts, eyes lidding, and after a few moments, he pulls away slightly.

"Happy birthday, Doe."

She's flushed, heart racing. The fact that he still got this kind of rise out of her after all this time was telling of how much she loved him.

"Th- thank you. I... I'd like to try the rest. If you don't mind?"

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🛡️ - for my muse to protect yours from harm . [ Wy protecting Nara .... soul eater verse :) smols ]

Misc Action Memes || ⚜Not Accepting⚜

🛡️ - for my muse to protect yours from harm. [ Wy protecting Nara .... soul eater verse :) smols ]

Another day, another mission. Their break had been long enough. Much to Nara's relief (though she'd never admit that out loud), they had been put on leave after their last assignment. It gave them both time to recover physically, but also mentally. Wylan had been through so much... So had she, of course, but he had really been the one to suffer... Not only by her own hand but by the hand of the corrupted human they had ultimately vanquished. They'd grown closer during that time, though they still had a long way to go before they were fully in sync...

Upon close inspection of Nara's thorough report, their first mission had been deemed misranked by a panel of elite meisters and weapons. What had been originally classified as a simple one-star assignment, turned out to actually be a two-star one. Much too difficult for students in their first year at the academy. Yet against all odds, Nara and Wylan had succeeded. Of course they had! Their raw power was probably enough to take out a three-star, even if it was rough around the edges. It had been their lack of experience, their lack of teamwork that had made the mission all the more difficult... And it was because of those facts that despite their victory, their rank remained the same. To those in power, it was luck that had kept them alive... And that annoyed Nara. So much so that she hadn't stopped grumbling about it the entire train ride.

Things were different now. In the not-so-distant past, Nara would have avoided Wylan before a mission, solely focusing on preparing and researching before they arrived. But now she sat next to him. Though her sharp tongue and foul mood were still around, it wasn't directed at him, which was a nice change of pace. And there was something much deeper, much more endearing about Nara that he was starting to notice. It was so... human of her to have worries. To share them with him. And even more charming was the way she sought his affirmation that her plans were sound. Nara's soul was still a raging ocean, but sometimes, when she looked at him, there was a calm in that storm that he tried to reach out to, meld with. It was still erratic, still dangerous, Nara's soul ever wanting to consume his... But sometimes he could contain it, and all the while she blathered on unaware.

The snowy town of Winterberry was a welcome change from the heat, hustle, and bustle of Death City. Of course, Nara had packed them the proper attire, and they were bundled against the cold, ready to set out against the threat that had called them here when the train finally pulled into their destination's station. Reports from the area had said that a rogue soul was keeping the town in a perpetual blizzard, residents cowering in their homes, doing everything they could to stay warm... If someone didn't do something soon, they'd all die from frostbite and starvation...

The snow fiend terrorizing this place hadn't been as cunning as the Pied Piper from their last encounter. It wasn't hiding, luring them into dark allies and attacking their minds. No. This creature was in the town center, making it easy to find. But it also meant little cover for the pair... They approached, keeping a cautious distance from the monster, but sticking close to each other. Even that showed their growth, Nara not letting her arrogance take over, rushing into danger without a second thought.

At the crunching of snow under their boots, the beast trained its gaze on them, letting out a wild roar before hurling balls of ice in their direction, the spheres bursting into dozens of razor-sharp icicles as they made their rapid approach. Nara's soul wavers, nerves beginning to grip her as she takes a defensive stance, reading a strong kick, but Wylan is faster, half transforming to shield her from the blast. Her soul calms, remembering that she can trust him. That this mission wouldn't be like the last. That they were capable... Wylan was capable... Nara trusted him. Even if he could be a pain sometimes...

The meister held out a mittened hand, ready to wield Wylan and make up for her past mistakes. Sapphires find emeralds, conviction taking hold. "We can do this." It was clear that nagging doubt still lingered in Nara's mind... The trauma not quite leaving her yet from the marshy town they'd been to before... But Wylan's signature grin spreads across his face and her worries melt a little, his own gloved hand folding into hers as he transforms into her trusty flamberge zweihander.

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▓ = caught stealing their belongings. [ Nara catching Wy ]

Emoji Meme || ⚜Not Accepting⚜

▓ = caught stealing their belongings. [ Nara catching Wy ]

Wylan was a master of stealth. In the many jobs he'd been contracted for, there was almost always time for reconnaissance and information gathering. For others, it would have been pretty boring stuff. Listening in on phone calls, tailing targets, stealing documents. For Wylan?

Well, he was also a master of disguise, and those disguises weren't always... conventional.

Being a hitman for hire meant having a wide array of skills and tricks to choose from. And having control over exactly how sneaky he wanted to be. Sure, he'd snuck into Nara's house millions of times at this point. Sure, he had done it on several occasions that she didn't even know about. But this time? He wanted her to know, so he made a few "mistakes'' that alerted her to his presence.

At this point, Nara had gotten used to hearing the sliding of a window, a heavy foot fall, or random rummaging in her home. At first, it had caused her to panic, gathering whatever weapon she could find and heading to the noise with an air of confidence that she could handle whatever, or whoever, was invading her space. Now? Nara was comfortable and assured that it was only Wylan. So when she hears the unexpected sound of metal hangers scraping against the metal bar of her closet, she calmly made her way upstairs to her bedroom to greet him and see what mischief he was getting up to now.

What she finds has her slack jawed.

One of her bras is securely clasped like a chin strap around his head. Once neatly organized clothes were now flung around her walk-in closet, Wylan holding two blouses up to his torso to see if they were a good match to the long skirt he'd already put on.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Nara's voice was raised, embarrassed that he was playing with her undergarments' (Come on, Nara. Chill. It's nothing he hasn't seen before.).

He perks up immediately, excited to get a rise out of her. "Good afternoon to you too, Doe~ I need these for work!" Could he buy his own clothes? Of course. But this was WAY more fun. Despite being able to fit into her more flowy skirts, the heels were another matter. Maybe he should have taken off his socks first? Eh. He was in a hurry.

"THOSE ARE CHRISTIAN LOUBOUTIN'S AND YOU'RE STRETCHING THEM. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH I PAID FOR THOSE?!?" Brows knit in complete frustration, lips downturned into a fierce grimace, Nara marched up to her idiot of a man and attempted to rip the blouses back from him. It had been a while since he'd made her this mad. Sure, she was easy to fluster from the smallest of touches or spiciest of words, but there was also something so god damn entertaining about pushing her other buttons, and this was one he hadn't pushed in a while.

Wylan pulls back from her, not allowing her to get ahold of the fabric, grinning from ear to ear. Nara lets out a frustrated groan, going in once again to take back what is rightfully hers, but he dodges once again, somehow expertly twirling behind her even though the heels were 5 sizes too small. Having gotten used to his mannerisms and teasing over the years, Nara is quick to turn on him and lunge, now reaching for the bra. If nothing else, she could reclaim her dignity! He allows her to connect this time. "Whoop!" he exclaims as he carefully falls backwards, abandoning the blouses (for now) to grab hold of Nara instead. She squeaks in surprise as they hit the floor, her face already burning from their new predicament. "Taking advantage of a poor defenseless woman? Nara, how could you?" Despite the sadness in his voice, he was still smiling.

"I- You-" Nara takes a deep breath, composing herself (for the most part), before she pushes herself up on her hands and knees, staring down at him with a conflicted look on her face. She wants to be mad, but this man was so impossible that- that-! "You're an idiot. If you needed to borrow some clothes, you could have just asked."