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Meet To Nice You
The first thing she notes about her husband is that he’s very…tall; she had to crane her neck slightly just to get a good view of his face! The second, aside from being undeniably blessed in the genetics department, was the large swatch of black material concealing his right eye. The third, and last point for now was a clear need to polish up some of his manners! Ok, so she would have probably laughed at herself too in his shoes, but wasn’t this a little too much?
With the hope for any normal introduction now flown out of the window, she let the hand she’d held extended flop back to her side, heat rising steadily to her face the longer he continued to laugh and laugh….and laugh. On a plus note at least any palpable tensions had been wiped out by the incident, it was one way to break the ice! Though she’d rather it wouldn’t have been at her expense.
So Tifa watched, arms folded just below her bust patiently awaiting him to recover from the side splitting hilarity she apparently was. When the laughter appeared not to subdue, she turned her heel and made way towards the sink where she grabbed two glasses from one of the cupboards and filled them with tap water before returning to her original spot. He was still chortling away which invited a sigh from the woman.
"Boy, you’re really going for it aren’t you?" Holding one of the glasses out in offer, her present smile suggesting she really wasn’t all that upset about it.
"Here, take this – your throat must be dry after all that!”
"Sorry that’s all there is, I didn’t have much time between you getting here to prepare anything…"
Okay, maybe he had had a little too much fun. But in all honesty, could you blame him. Stuck in a strange place, suddenly thrown together with two complete strangers in a makeshift, quickly patched-together "family". Something he'd never experienced, a warmth of unconditional love that had never had the chance to reach his heart. It was scary, really. Terrifying. He had observed families, studied them. He had watched them and how they cared for each other, defended each other. How they died for each other. Was he expected to do that now? To face down death to protect these two people he'd never even met before? It was a situation that he had only experienced in his darkest nightmares. How was a person who had thrown his heart away long ago supposed to love so deeply, so unconditionally, as the way he had seen in families?
And his complete and utter fear of that warmth was what had driven him to try to break it, crack it, extinguish it entirely. And he only had one way to do that. To put on a mask, one with no seams, no faults. One where you couldn't see what was really underneath. And that's why he laughed, and laughed at the simple mistake she had made, a simple blunder of speech. Because if he was laughing he couldn't be scared. Wasn't that how it worked?
And so he laughed, laughed until she seemed sick of him and even walked away, returning shortly with two glasses full of water. And it was at that point that he forced his lungs to suck in oxygen, stifling his giggles as best he could, green eyes alight with mirth and mischief, two things that he was always reflecting. He was very good at hiding things. And very good at projecting something else, something like joy and happiness. Emotions. He wasn't supposed to have those kinds of things, anyway.
But he still had to act like he did.
"Sorry, sorry. I just haven't had a good laugh in awhile." Hands reached out for the offered glass, fingers gripping the smooth surface with easy firmness, bringing the container to his lips as he gulped down some of the liquid inside.
It was warm, but sweet, too. It helped his throat, though, which he guessed was a kindness of its own.
"How about we start over, from the beginning. I'm Lavi, though some people call me Junior..." (No one calls him Junior.) "I'll be your new... husband... from now on. Please take care of me, I suppose."
Because your wife has the hammer
Because it’d be a big help that’s all, but if you really don’t want to—
Don’t worry about your powers ok, I’m sure I won’t even need to use them.
Please give it back.
Can't we just make our "daughter" do them. I thought that's what children were supposed to do.
Just please leave it in a drawer or something the whole week.
{ ✿ } A knock at the door causes her to jolt awake from her sleep. Hands move over her eyes, rubbing them before she turns over and tries to go back to sleep, but again more knocks. Who’s even out this late at night anyway and what business do they have with anybody in this house? Hesitantly, she throws back the covers, moves her feet to wear her slippers and slowly gets up out of bed. Whoever this is, it had better be good. She opens the door now and her eyes widen as she sees who it is. Red hair, green eyes, without a doubt, it’s him. ❝ Lavi? ❞
Confused? Very much so. ❝ What are you doing? How did you even find..where I lived. ❞ Actually, that’s not what’s important right now. ❝ You look terrible, is something wrong? Don’t just stand there..come inside. ❞ She moves to the side, allowing him to step inside if he wanted. Thank God she was the one who answered the door, if her faher had gotten to it, there would’ve been all sorts of trouble.
Oh, Lavi knew all about Lenalee's newly appointed father and her living arrangements, as well as her mother. The moment he had arrived at this place, he had gathered as much information as he could. Memorizing the lists of spouses and fiances, as well as the housing of anyone he knew. Which included both the girl standing in front of him and Allen Walker, the Noah and exorcist who had been as close to them as anyone ever had. The only one who had seemed to be missing from their loose quartet was a certain aggravated swordsman, though the Bookman could guess he would turn up sooner or later. Not that that was the problem at the moment. No, no, he had a much bigger one at the moment.
"Lenaleee... do you know what they did... they switched them... our abilities... with our spouses..." A slight pause, one that gave her a moment to absorb the information. "They took my Innocence and I didn't even get anything useful in return." Not that that was entirely true, but the variety of battle moves at his disposal didn't even compare with his hammer in his own mind, his only thought on getting it back.
Not at all!
I’m giving you incentive to do the dishes once in a while.
I never had to do the dishes at the Order... Why do I have to do them now.
And here he was. The inevitable situation, the one where a single gloved hand hovered over a plain door that belonged to a plain house, one that he would normally never come to. However, this one was special. This was where she lived, his comrade. The girl who walked on water and danced through the stars with more grace than anyone he'd ever seen. The girl with the midnight hair and the restrained smile. And why exactly was he here? Well, the missing hammer, usually strapped to his leg, was definitely one of them. This whole "abilities swap" had definitely gotten Lavi all worked up, and he needed her help.
A few knocks were all it took before he dropped his hand back to his side, weight shifting to one leg as he waited for an answer, his obvious distress radiating off him in waves.
I won’t!
Unless you don’t do chores on time, that is.
Are you blackmailing me?
Of course I will, you can trust me.
Just don't go banging on stuff...
It won’t be so bad.
As long as you listen to me...
Okay.
"Hm.. maybe that way. I smell meat in that direction." Points towards the row of restaurants near by.
"Perfect." And don't think that growl hadn't escaped him. "Want me to buy you some too?"
Insert her stomach grumbling. That sounds very yummy at the moment.
"So, how about it? You know anywhere I could get some?"
"What’s yakiniku?"
"Grilled meat."
"Where can someone find some yakiniku around here?"
Meet To Nice You
So much for dreams of ivory tulle gowns and modest chapel ceremonies among friends. The extent of Tifa’s abrupt nuptials consisted of a haphazardly scrawled note and all out abandonment in an unfamiliar apartment, with nothing left to do but count the daunting hours until the eventual arrival of her ‘surprise’ spouse.
A husband, just like that! It seemed absurd for something as sacred as wedding vowels to be treated as means to an end…and somehow the organisers were getting away with it, too! The new’s impact had the same shock value as receiving a steeled punch to the stomach and similarly urged her to take a seat for recovery.
‘Relax, Tifa, it’s not so bad.’ And on the grand scale of things, it really wasn’t. She wasn’t being brutalized or kept incarcerated, influencing a new era of peace to a planet in need was a good cause…right? With a bit of luck, her new husband might share a similar train of thought.
As if on cue, a rattling of the door latch coming loose followed by soft padding of footsteps alerted her to another presence entering the suite. Springing from her chair, she whipped round simultaneously thrusting her hand out in invitation for an akward handshake.
"Hey! Tifa right? I’m Lavi, nice to meet you!"
"Wait, no that isn’t right—" Too late, cheeks flushing vibrant roseate shades, the barmaid silently willed for the floorboards to crack open and swallow her up. Emitting a shaky laughter, there’s not a lot left to do but try and recuperate on some of that shrivelling dignity.
"Ehe, not quite the first impression I was going for—I’ll be honest!"
"Marriage" had never been something Lavi had planned on experiencing in his life. He was a Bookman, someone who had dedicated himself to stepping back and observing the passing of time, recording all the history that went along with it. He was never supposed to immerse himself into the flow himself, never supposed to find a lover, never supposed to find himself with children. And now, here in this strange place, he had both. It had been a shock at first, to have both a wife and daughter thrust upon him at the age of only nineteen, without even a choice in the matter. He was still in shock, if he had to be completely honest.
But now there he was, with a gloved hand resting on the doorknob of his new apartment, the metal cold against his bare fingers. Green eyes looked particularly nervous as his other hand came up to rub the back of his neck, his grip on the doorknob tightening. His new wife apparently resided behind the wooden structure, their only separation a single twist of the male's wrist. A small frown occupied Lavi's face as he stared at the doorknob, the knot in his chest ever-present even as he finally twisted it, pushing open the door to reveal...
Well... Things could probably be worse. She was pretty, it seemed, with that sleek brown hair and slim body. Whether she had an attractive personality to match it, though, had yet to be seen.
And then she opened her mouth. For a moment, Lavi just stood in silence, looking a little stunned at her blunders upon their first meeting. And then the corners of his lips turned upward, eyes widening slightly as he promptly burst into hysterical laughter.
"Pahahaha! Y-you're...!! Hahahaha! That's amazing! Really amazing! Oh my- ahahaha!"
This place... was definitely not something the Bookman had ever experienced before. So, what course of action had he decided to take? The library, of course. Rows and rows of books that held precious knowledge that could tell him everything he needed to know. And so that was exactly what he was doing, poised to turn the corner of a shelf with his arms full of dusty tomes, fiery red hair peeking out of the top of the pile. So it was no wonder when Lavi felt himself bump into another person who had been walking in front of him, a few of the novels that had been secured in his hands thudding to the floor.
"Ahh... sorry about that," came the apology even as the male crouched down to gather his fallen books, only giving the other a glance.
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