Snow Dance

Indie OC Sideblog of stormingginger - follow backs will come from there. Tracking the tag: #freezingginger. Current M!A: none. Please read rules and about before interacting. Faceclaim: Mitsuru Kirijo from Persona 3

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My name is Lita or Sam (often also called Rainy as I took on the name for my art/twitch). I’m in my late 20s as of this post. Please tag any severe gore.

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I will have points of high and lows as I am employed by a day job and this is just a hobby. I also participate in a lot of non-tumblr hobbies as well. If I’m not here, then you can find me posting on @stormingginger , the main blog for this character’s Twin. All follows for either blog will come from this blog. If I’m not posting on either, then I’m often on discord - but that is mutuals ONLY.

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This blog will contain mature themes. All content warnings will be appropriately tagged. None of the content will be romanticized. In Character does not equal Out of Character.

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[hellbloom]

Everything - she was so blurry.

He couldn't move. Couldn't lift his head enough, could only barely move it one way or the other and only just. It hurt, dully throbbing every few moments...seconds? Couldn't even see her face if he wanted to.

Gwyn...? What was she doing here...?

It smelled faintly of...onions. Bone marrow. Celery. Rudimentary broth of some kind - couldn't parse out the rest that might have been used. Food... He wished he could eat, but his stomach might as well have been twisted to agonizing knots, or... not been there at all. Chest...chest hurt. All he could feel was pain.

He never took his eyes off her even so. Was she trying to offer him stew? Soup? Roast? He couldn't tell... Couldn't tell much of anything it seemed. Drool slipped from the corner of his lips.

"C...cain't," came his ultimate huff, a rattled struggle to get out. A wheeze at best, a broken murmur bordering on a...death rattle at worst. "C-cain't...m-move..."

He shut his eyes then. too dry. Squeezing them closed. Desperate and itching to move suddenly, and...being unable to. His muscles-- Were they atrophied then...? Fuck the pain, he didn't even have the strength to get up. Dammit. Dammit!

[freezingginger]

Her gaze was soft - not with pity - from worry. He was struggling to move. That just... wasn't fair for him. She had to figure out how to help. Get him better.

Get him back to the snarky asshole she had come to actually enjoy being around. Not that she'd tell him. It would be unfair to right now. It was Loux's struggle, not hers.

"I got you, then," she answers, and settles on a makeshift stool. Her hands gently touch the bottom of the bowl and a little over his own hands. She guided the bowl to Loux's mouth. He was deteriorating right before her eyes it felt like.

"Take a sip for me, please?" She pleaded, her tone and voice still gentle - still soft. "You haven't eaten anything in a while... and you need to."

[freezingginger]

Loux pressed his lips against her own. Caught in a web of his own emotions like a fly. Stuck running circles in his own head. Hands on her hip or curled around her chin, pulling her in in in so he could swallow all the worst things she'd ever said or done. Warm, in the duality of his storm, his calm.

Gwyn followed Loux's guiding hands, her lips pressing against his - open, compliant. If he wants to swallow all the worst things she's said or done, she'll let him. Her hands find purchase somewhere on his body, as if to pull herself even closer against the other if she could. It felt right, this kiss.

She prayed it wasn't a dream.

[hellbloom]

OPEN

He'd given up.

He couldn't keep fighting after all. The indomitable, unquenchable fire...snuffed out and left to smoke until nothing left remained of him.

He felt it leave him - felt everything that made him whole drain out of him like a thousand rivers of blood. Was he bleeding out? No... Felt like he was though. So cold. He couldn't move his fingers. Couldn't think past the dull, throbbing ache of his body. Trembling, shivering, his lips were dry. Chapped. Bleeding. So he was. Must've been. It was all gone.

All the parts of him that mattered. That made him special. That made people care. He'd never get it back, would he...? He was nothing now. A dead man, a corpse, a husk. Could barely breathe on his own. Needed help now. Couldn't be what he was... supposed to be - the strong one. Invincible, resilient, durable, a freak of fucking nature. What good was he now? Staring blindly into some corner of the room, so weightless himself the blankets felt like heavy weights sinking into his bones. Less than nothing, crushed by fucking fabric...

Where was he?

He heaved a terrible breath, chest aching as it filled with air - to a spark to catch a wildfire in his lungs. Tried to move his head, messy hair sticking to his skin, bleary eyes just barely catching a face some feet off.

"W-wha..." he rasped, weakly wheezing from the effort. Dizzy. Feverish, eyes burning with molten copper. "...W-who...who...?"

[freezingginger]

"Easy," came the soothing voice from in front of Loux. "It's just me."

The "me" in reference was the redhead that had been sticking around on his couch ever since she dropped here - and on him - all that time ago.

She held onto a steaming bowl of soup she had made in her own makeshift kitchenette - Loux had asked her not to touch the kitchen itself when she started crashing on his couch - with just a single hot plate burner. Gwyn gently took one of Loux's hands; she delicately placed the soup in one and brought the other to cradle it.

It was just a simple drinkable broth, something to sit in his stomach, something to just give him nutrients. Gwyn never called herself much of a healer or doctor, but the instant jump to caring for Loux was natural. After all, he was generous enough - despite the grudge - to allow her to stay here in his house.

She didn't know fully what she was up against in caring for the Fox Shifter, but... she'd try her damnedest to nurse him. What kind of guest would she be?

"C'mon, try to take a drink, Loux. Please?"

[ikki-masters]

Gwyn took his hands--and something tense in Ikki's chest loosened...uncoiled...and fell away. She was welcome to touch him--they'd known each other long enough, trusted each other long enough--and something--something about the comfort of physical touch when he'd spent most of his living years without it, something about how grounding a reminder that he was physical could be, the reminder that he wasn't a ghost of the Sleeping Worlds, that he was himself, that he was real, that he was Ikki...

He calmed instantly. Leaned towards Gwyn. And offered his other hand, too. She could have both. He trusted her. And he needed the warmth--both inside and out.

Suddenly, Ikki felt so tired. Maybe he'd had enough of violence, after all.

"...okay." A concession, quiet, soft. He'd share murder rights of their creator with Vani; that was fine by him. Of course Vanitas had a right to slaughter the person who'd created so much grief for his fiancé.

"...I won't. Tell my parents, that is. I don't...they'd want to get in line too, to take out your creator, and I'm not real sure that'd be productive, what with Mom being the way she is, and Dad being the way he is...Fuck, Dad's had enough troubles in his life. He probably doesn't need the stress." That was the understatement of the year, regarding Vincent Valentine.

[freezingginger]

Gwyn took his other hand the instant it was offered to her. She rubbed the back of his knuckles on that one, too, for a bit. Just to warm them in hers - which was so ironic given that she had been so cold to the touch not many sought her out - even for a brief bit.

But Gwyn let go of Ikki's hands to pull him into a close hug. The way the silver-haired boy leaned towards her, and the look of weariness on his face just prompted her to. Besides, he trusted her. It was okay to give him a hug.

"Exactly. Plus, we still haven't... told Dad. And his partners." Gwyn admitted, resting her chin on Ikki's shoulder for a moment. "Kinda hard to really think about sayin it, I mean they probably knew something was up but... I dunno."

[hellbloom]

Having someone fall directly on him was not on his To-Do list - and he certainly wasn't pleased, agitated and grinding his teeth. Pulling himself out of the heap the redhead had turned him into. Up to his feet, lips peeling into a snarl, fanged and livid.

A flame burst to life in the seat of his palm--

"Literally wha' the fuck, man? Merde!" he spat, hair ruffled and fly-about, features twisted into something more animalistic than just a snarl. Unfriendly, livid, vicious. Not so much in pain as he was just pissed. "Wha' portal shit ye out, huh? Climb back up on through it afore I blow yer ass back t' fuckin'--"

He growled and looked away, frustrated with the situation et al. Just a girl. Of course she didn't do it on purpose. He threw his hand up and let it fall to his side, the flame extinguishing between his knuckles - snuffing out in puffs of smoke. Then dusted himself off properly.

"Th' hell ye e'en come from anyway? An' who th' fuck taught ye t' land?"

[freezingginger]

Normally, many people would flinch at being yelled at. Gwyn didn't. She had honestly expected the reaction out of the other that she didn't even dare to flinch. But her jaw was set, because - even though she did expect to be yelled and cursed at - she didn't really quite care for how the stranger did it.

The puffs of smoke - nor the flames they were before - didn't escape Gwyn's notice. In fact, her eyes flickered to the source of magic, before they flickered back to the other. She stayed there on the ground, almost making herself small. Not to invoke pity, but to invoke that she meant no harm.

"Can't climb back," she icily answered, "and no one taught me to land. My first jump." The ginger elected to not answer where she was from quite yet - a lesson she remembered her twin imparted on her. That she had cared to remember, actually.

[freezingginger]

He's not interested in words. Rather, show and tell. A hand held high, palm-up, sparks bursting from his wrist to dance in his palm and take proper shape. Angelfish, seahorses, finches, rabbits, all adorned in sparkling, radiant, fiery light; Dancing, racing, spinning, whirling about in twists of smoke and flame like fireworks. For the kids. Not for this woman who fell on him like that girl with the toilet seat. He chuffed, but ultimately smiled. / i imagine loux being bitter sksk

Unprompted Asks | Always Accepting | @hellbloom

Even if the show wasn't for her, she still watches. She's as entranced as the children around the caster. It was interesting - captivating even - to see a caster at work here in this strange realm she fell into. Gwyn could feel her body trying to align with the unstated rules here, and it was nice to have something to watch. Even if it wasn't expressly for her. She understood that while it wasn't exactly wanted - she didn't quite see the reason for the grudge held against her. But, Loux's grudges were Loux's preorgative, Gwyn just would have to accept it and deal.

Seemed like he was the only one here that was probably even going to be remotely helpful anyways. Grudge nonwithstanding.

[freezingginger]

"Plus at this point, I don't think she'd really call him anything else outside of Vani - and that's the family nickname." "I know of Will, I sometimes will accompany Elladan when he heads out to the IA to help, so I've seen the kid around. Didn't... realize he had that."

She shifted in her seat uneasily. "Except not quite like Will either. Rainy and I... well, we're the only two of our kind. Just us. Our--" and she had to take a breath to suppress the shutter that would've shook her body, "--creator created... everything about us and then carved in the True Names of her dead children. Apparently, Rainy and I were the ... the only ones that actually responded? Took?"

[ikki-masters]

"Oh shit, you're right." Ikki remembered suddenly that it had been Xion who first called Vanitas 'Vani'--and how recalcitrant about the name he had been at first. "Xi was the first one to pop 'Vani' at him, and he was all butthurt about it at first. Thought it was too girly; said 'call me Van or I'll kill you,' that kinda bullshit."

"It was so cute when that loser thought he was hard. Thank fuck he's wised up to his true self these days, and goes by Vani more than Van."

Ikki went silent, however, when Gwyn described how her creator had made them. What she had done. The lines she had crossed.

He was well-versed in magic enough to know about True Names--at least the basics. And hearing that...the wrath that quietly descended over him was palpable.

"...she tried to overwrite your self with the self of another. With the dead."

That was...deeply, personally triggering. Normally, Ikki had very fine control over his magic (so long under the Organization's thumb, under their watchful eyes, needing to keep himself under control lest he be controlled--so long under the Liash's thumb, under their watchful eye, needing to--lest--), but right now, wisps of Darkness wafted out of both palms. His teeth gritted, so hard they squeaked--and it was an effort of will to get his jaw to relax enough to speak again.

"...if I ever meet that woman...I'm killing her myself."

[freezingginger]

"More like she tried to resurrect the self of the dead and got us instead." Gwyn added dryly before going to reach out and just hold Ikki's hands. She saw the wisps of Darkness, heard the squeak of his teeth, and the rage in his voice when he did find the capacity to speak.

"You and Vanitas, Ik. You and Vanitas," She murmured, rubbing her thumbs across the back of his hands to try and get him to focus on something else - purely platonic. She'd done this before (a better alternative than trying to charm her voice right now). They were inside his mother's bar after all.

"But let's put that aside, that's..." And Gwyn sighed, "that's plenty in the past right now. We've got happier things to focus on. Also don't... please don't tell Aunt Tifa and Uncle Vincent. We haven't told them yet."

[ikki-masters]

"Good."

"If anyone can make that their own, it's Rainy--that, and she deserves to have her own nickname for her man."

"Oh, fuck. Gross."

"So even worse than why me and Xi were made. You guys are more like--shit, I haven't thought about him in ages--I met this kid named Will, once, out in the IA, during the War." If Ikki could avoid saying the word Liash, he would. "Him and all the Constructs from his home world were exactly that--made from corpses, made to replace the dead."

"He adapted pretty well--helped that he's very loved. But then again, so are you and your sister--loved, that is."

He'd never admit it--but he loved it when Gwyn called him Ik. A nickname of a nickname--but then again, 'Ikki' was a nickname that became the only real name he'd ever had.

[freezingginger]

"Plus at this point, I don't think she'd really call him anything else outside of Vani - and that's the family nickname." "I know of Will, I sometimes will accompany Elladan when he heads out to the IA to help, so I've seen the kid around. Didn't... realize he had that."

She shifted in her seat uneasily. "Except not quite like Will either. Rainy and I... well, we're the only two of our kind. Just us. Our--" and she had to take a breath to suppress the shutter that would've shook her body, "--creator created... everything about us and then carved in the True Names of her dead children. Apparently, Rainy and I were the ... the only ones that actually responded? Took?"

[freezingginger]

@astarab1aze | Loux Garo

She should have paid more attention to her sister when she explained on the whole... world hopping thing. How easy it was to trip. How easy it was to get lost when you let your mind wander. And eat pavement somewhere else entirely. Well not eat pavement, exactly, but more like landing on top of a stranger. This is so embarrassing...

She scraped herself up off of the other, rolling to make sure she wasn't in an already compromising situation than she had been in. "I'm so, so sorry," Gwyn said, trying to ignore the pain from just landing on the poor person.

[ikki-masters]

"Thank fuck. I'm still not a fan of how much that name caught on--not because it's necessarily a bad nickname; it's not. But because of the person who gave it to Van. That guy can die in a fucking fire for all I care."

"All good. My mom's Tifa, remember? I know a thing or two about being surrounded by people who are almost exclusively snarky assholes."

"...oh. Um."

"Yeah, that. Um. Yeah I was definitely talking about the wedding prep. Not--not the other thing. ...Shit, Gwyn. If I could help with that, don't you think I would've by now? Or done something for myself? I don't mind having Riku for a brother--I really don't--but this face I've got. I don't know how you're so chill with being a twin, honestly. I'm so fucking beyond done with being mistaken for Riku, it's not even funny."

[freezingginger]

"Take solace in the fact that I think Rainy only really calls him that. She's seemed to have made it her own." "...No not like you and Riku. Literally constructed to replace dead children. Like not even in your ... well saying style feels not the best but it's what I got. We're Changelings, Ik."

[ikki-masters]

"Ah, shit. Sorry, Gwyn."

"I of all people should know better--sorry about that. Leonheart. Yeah--I get it. Trust me, I get it."

"Peredhel for you--and soon it's gonna be Nomura for your sister."

"Does that mean that people are gonna start calling her 'Nommy,' too? That's--that's too weird. I can't handle that."

"...and I get that last part, too. The not knowing. I won't--push, then."

"But you let me know where I can help."

[freezingginger]

"I can assure you, I'm certain 'Nommy' is going to stay just Van's nickname. It'd be too weird to see anyone call her that for me too." "S'not pushing, just trying to be a good friend? I guess? I don't know, I spend my days now with people millennia older than me and all snarky assholes." "I will, but if you're specifically asking about the Wedding Prep, again that's more of a Van or Rainy question. Not really you can help with the fact that Rainy and I were literally constructed as replacements for dead kids."

[ikki-masters]

"Eugh."

"Gross. That's fucking gross, Gwyn. I do not need to hear about that--that's like hearing about my brother. Eugh. Ugh."

"Why are Tavernas like this."

"Ugh. Anyway."

"Fair point about the whole--involving people and Rainy and. Planning. Thing. If there's any time Vani's OCD is gonna come in handy, it's for this. But still. He's an idiot, and the machinations of his fiancé may not be enough to balance it out. If he's gonna crash out over this, he's gonna crash out hard."

"An ass-whooping might be in order."

[freezingginger]

"We're like this because Leon primarily raised us. Then dumped us on Aerith and Tifa, or let Yuffie watch us. Take your pick. Also not Tavernas... much anymore. Leonhearts, please. We'd rather not really keep onto that last name now. Not the most pleasant of memories." "...Well for me it's Peredhel but you get the gist yeah?"

"If you feel like it. But perhaps wait on that. I'd rather you not accidentally trip off something in my sister. We don't know exactly what's all... changed when she did."

"Like we ever knew what was exactly up with us anyways."

[unholykeyblader]

Make a list? Gurl I've already made SPREADSHEETS! Although maybe I haven't been spreadsheeting the right shit, cause honestly it's all kind of making me a bit MORE overwhelmed, GAH.

Attire though...that one's easy. That one I've known for years.

I'm wearing the dress.

Honestly? Who gives a fuck about traditions. My future wife an'I are both different flavors of Construct. We're both functionally immortal. Our families are more our chosen families than anything. We can do whatever the fuck we want, tradition or no. We can pick and choose the traditions we like and leave all the rest on the wayside.

I'm dead fucking serious about the dress. I have always, always wanted to wear a gown like that. Pintrest boards? You bet. I've got three--one for white and/or ivory gowns, one for gowns on the pink/blush/rose spectrum, and one for gowns containing black or all black.

Trying on dresses though...

...I don't...really have anyone to go with me for that. Xion, maybe, but...I'unno.

...Would...you...maybe be interested in going dress shopping with me...?

[freezingginger]

What about your mother? Have you asked her if she wanted to be there for the dress shopping? It's an important day for you, after all. I'm happy to go dress shopping with you. I mean, honestly I'd rather just make you the dress, but you do have the right to like try things on I guess. I'll have to ask Rainy though if she's wanting to wear a dress or if she'll go for the suit... I don't really think she'd be that keen on it - the one time she tried on a vest and suit jacket Leon had gotten for her she looked absolutely miserable. ...Well partially because Dad got her size wrong but still. Either way, just send me the details. I'm ... positive I can make nice with your sister Xion. Maybe. Don't ask too much out of me.

[ikki-masters]

"Vani's handling the planning?"

"Fuck my life. Your poor sister. Vani comes off all chaotic and shit at first, but that jackass is about as OCD as they come. I've lived with him; I'd know. He's not going to rest until every single detail is Instagram-perfect--and when I say he won't rest, I mean that shit."

[freezingginger]

"Look, as much as I love and adore my twin, Rainy's absolutely fuck all for planning. Never seen her organize anything a day in her life. And something as big as this? Involving people?? Yeah, no. Better that it's in Vani's hands." A shrug. "I'm absolutely certain you're not wrong. But she's marrying him, and if Vani is absolutely that thrown off from sleep... I don't think I need to continue that statement for you to get where I'm going, Ikki."

[unholykeyblader]

Yeeeaaah okay I get it. Elves don't like Dark shit. Especially Elves who lived through Morgoth and/or Sauron being alive and/or having to fight those assholes. Sure, sure. PSHT, good luck tryin'a get that dude out of his cave.

NO you do NOT need to sit on poor Rainy; I haven't talked with her about this stuff yet. Well I mean I HAVE but like--not in depth. Not in detail. I basically was like "Hold please" and then went on a RESEARCH DEEP DIVE. But everything seems INORDINATELY EXPENSIVE and I don't mean in the "I can't afford it way," I mean in the "This doesn't seem like it's worth what it costs and I can't in good conscience support an industry that's so blatantly predatory" way.

Cause like.

Between Sora and Ienzo both having more money than God, if I bitch slash complain about paying for anything EVER AGAIN I'm going to get bodyslammed with a Gummi ship full of coins. By each of them. Neither of them is in the 'fucking around' or 'breaking promises' business. I'm not worried about paying for the wedding I'm just worried about getting fucked over by these jackass vendors.

And also there are so.

Many.

Fucking.

CHOICES!!

I CAN'T!!

[freezingginger]

Then, I don't know, make a list? Figure out what you and Rainy both want? Probably preferable if the entire mountain of choices you seem to be facing is causing you this much panic. Like have you decided you're going to go with traditional vendors for your attire? I know you're much more alternative, and... well considering what my twin and I are we're definitely not tied to any of that tradition either. Honestly. I don't think we have traditions we can call our own, now that I think on it...

[freezingginger]

@ikki-masters from here

"As far as I know, yes. Canon Events notwithstanding. But outside of that, I don't know." Well she DID know but she wasn't telling. "You'd have to ask Van, mainly. He's handling most of the planning." Though there's an eyebrow raised. "Why would you think I knew?"