WELCOME TO ASGARD (part two) [OPEN]

[asgardmods]

 Who: EVERYONE!
What: Getting introduced to the city
When: Day 1, around noon
Where: The castle plaza and the Welcome Halls
Rating: Worksafe -- If this changes, please inform the mods.

[Welcome to the city of Asgard. Now that you've woken up and been given your welcome instructions (as per the FAQ), what will you do? There are a good number of other new arrivals being shown to the gates, and for today the plaza that surrounds the castle is open for mingling. You could also head to your Welcome Hall (details here) and meet your Housemates if you'd like. Whatever you decide to do, have fun getting settled into your new home!]

(ooc note: there will be threads below for the plaza and each House. Mingle and get to know your fellow Travellers! This is a continuations post, but by all means feel free to start new threads.)

[thread links: CASTLE PLAZA | ODIN | THOR | LOKI | SIGYN | HEL | HEIMDALL | FREYR | FREYA | BALDR ]

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[moribundity]

[ He can sense as much. It doesn't need to be said, and if it had been, Minato would probably end up dazed and wondering if he should say it back, just like the first time.

This is easier. It always had been - communicating without speaking.

He does nothing for a while but hold her and when she speaks, says nothing back. Instead, there's a single casual kiss to her temple. ]

[takebow]

[Now that is nice. She remembered when they'd been sitting together on Christmas Eve at the mall, and she'd felt so awkward, because it was the first time she'd dared to be so close to him, and to ask him or give permission or whatever you called it,-- point being, talking about it had been weird then (even though she remembered it fondly). And even thinking about it in words was weird.

That little light kiss is better... Maybe partially because it allows her to take exactly what she wants from it, while still being exactly what he wants to give?

She turns her head, feeling the heat of his cheek and smelling the scent of his hair. She lifts her lips to that cheek and plants a light kiss on the soft skin, in return.]

[moribundity]

[ He's okay giving that much. And receiving that much. Overall, when it comes to caring for someone, the physical things come far more naturally to him. Whether it's just being there physically, giving a hug where it's needed, holding hands, or something more intimate, Minato will probably always find these things preferable to words. Words aren't always needed, and that's good because a lot of the time he's not quite sure what to say and which response will please someone the most.

He's pretty sure a kiss or two will please Yukari, though. At least right now. It's easy to go with that, especially since it pleases him too.

It's sort of inevitable what happens next. All they have to do is tilt their heads an inch or two each, and it's set up for them.

It's hard to worry too much about time lines and worried friends and being dead and possibly going back and being alive again when there are more pressing matters. Like a girl on your bed that you care for, someone who missed you a lot. Someone you've missed for a long time, too, since everyone's memories were lost. It's a relief. Things are back to normal, if not a touch more intimate.

For the first time Minato has noticed, there's actually a lot more color in his room. Muted purples, especially, turn brighter. It's almost blinding by the time he opens his eyes again. ]

[takebow]

[Yukari had wondered if those months-old memories were sharper or duller than the real thing. At first, when she'd gotten them back so abruptly, each one stood out like a separate spike, with its own color and texture, but then, like memories of dreams, they had faded in time. In seconds, minutes, hours, days, or weeks, she couldn't tell, but they had melted, cotton candy in her mouth, and they had melded, into one ideal of the loving kiss, the deep passionate kiss, whatever. And the more she revisited it in the mind, the more it was ground down; the more those individual textures smoothed into a single idea. She didn't know if it was even one particular moment in time she was remembering, or if those were all mashed together too.

What was left in her memory was the quiet of the room; the natural feeling; the tilt of her head; the fact that his teeth were so close, she could have felt them with her tongue; the occasional experiment with doing so.

What she'd forgotten were the predicates: the quiet of the room and the sound of his breathing, his working lungs; the natural feeling of lips crushing together, soft and rough simultaneously, little grooves sliding across each other warmly; the tilt of her head that brought him closer... being able to link her hands behind his back. Little things, but also huge things. She feels like promising she'll never ever forget this kiss, because of just how special it is. Even if she is determined to have more, this one will be the first kiss stolen from death.

But in fact, the specific details will disappear into the ether of memory again a few minutes or hours after it's over, leaving only the general impressions again. Those details are meant for the moment only, and her mind gladly stays in the moment, shredding her grief, loss, loneliness, and that overriding feeling of missing him like so many leaves in fall.

All of it's back to normal, and she, too, finds her eyes dazed, bursting with little spots, pupils contracting at the brightness of the room that had crept imperceptibly upon them. But despite that attraction, his eyes are much better to look at...

...Wait, how sappy is that?! she thinks. Sheesh, Yukari... Get a grip or something...

And, with the almost-sacredness of the previous atmosphere dissipating as she'd opened her eyes, she grins irrepressibly.]

...Turns out I really don't mind creating color in this world with you at all, Minato-kun.

[Pretty corny stuff. But she really means it, so there's that. Plus, you gotta say something after a kiss like that.]

e-end here?

[moribundity]

[ He disagrees. He was about to go in for another, heart pounding rapidly because they're close afterward, too close not to be doing something about it. But... if she wants words, he'll give her words. ]

I don't mind either.

[ If it is corny, Minato barely notices. He'll let their bodies do the rest of the talking, that way you avoid awkward things like that. ]

yes let's!

[takebow]

> The first night in Asgard continues...