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[tmgefan]

Lodi and Ryas ( @march-moon 's awoken)

[march-moon]

The idea came to me and it promptly consumed my mind.

Additional notes:

Did Ryas lend Lodi a piece when he still only had his Nine/Aionian outfits? Mayyyyyybe. They were tight on him but he'd rather be wearing something that counted as (somewhat) normal for once, even if it was awkward. He bought clothes for himself after, but was thankful Ryas did it anyway.

They're not big on pet names, yeah. Ryas already loves calling him Louis and so does Lodi to call him by his name. But… while in private, he may pepper in an endearing pet name that is sure to get a reaction out of Ryas heh.

Can Lodi drive a car from 1960s? Yes. Does the skill transfer to the vehicles that exist in Destiny? Not exactly. He'll get the hang of it eventually.

They are both good at the kitchen but Lodi is better thanks to age and the family he grew up with. Eventually, he writes down every recipe he can remember so that Ryas himself may do them as well. He's more than happy to do so.

The PDA one might come as a bit of a surprise. I imagine it to be something from the time he was born into. Lodi is not against things such as holding hands but anything beyond that gets him a little nervous. Even then, initially even handholding got him a little tense when in crowded areas for part of his brain still thought it would get them in trouble.

Is Ryas a literal godslayer and Lodi the emissary of extradimensional entities, thus NOT to be messed with? Yes. But these same things will make them have some worry for each other.

Like the EoF writers headcanoned, Lodi absolutely has plenty of relationship experience. He just didn't get married or had anything with a man. Ryas? Thankfully not dumb or oblivious to romance... but this is his rodeo on just about everything lol

[captainstoopidd]

My interpretation of what I headcanon Ryas from Horizon: call of the mountain, to look like (Both sketch and with color). The game's highly underrated! Can we please see more of this? More of this lovely Shadow Carja specifically??👀🙏

[kattiiganvales]

Horizon: Call of the Mountain | (2023)

[stephaniealvarogaray]

High School DxD  

[tmgefan]

Lodi and Ryas illustration for @march-moon

When Lodi saw time as III did in that brief moment of ascension, while the past — the precious life he once had — was distant, a not-so-far-off future flashed in the corner of his eye. And what did he catch from it when he dared to take a glimpse? Himself and the young blue man side by side, hands clasped in each other's. The city Ryas speaks ever highly of in full view, an overwhelming warmth in his chest, and a tune once long erased now in his own lips, timeless as it's ever been. For now, as they prepare to leave Kepler, he alone knows this — but he will tell Ryas soon enough. Preferably when there's just the two of them around and it won't seem like he's hallucinated. Until then, he'll let the river follow its course. That doesn't make him any less nervous when the warlock finds his face and smiles in relief when he's still all that looks back, anyway, though the feeling has a different tingle to it now. A newfound excitement amid the dread of coming back to Earth. He'll tell him soon enough, he reminds himself. He'll live that moment in time and whatever more they may have together. He'd like to experience them all very much.

[march-moon]

Downward Spiral

He wonders how things would be like in his time. How they would be like.

It's a silly thought that worms its way into his head as sleep takes time to make its magic on him, yet Louis finds himself unable to not entertain it.

Ryas is not so difficult to imagine in that era, even if an odd picture. Warm skin rather than cool light blue, black hair instead of the deep purple and a pair of either brown or green eyes where there's shimmering mint. Maybe he would be a soldier in the base, or a coworker in the DEO, or none of these things but they still meet each other somewhere somehow. If a Guardian's personality really is influenced by their past lives, it's hard to think he would be anything but the kind and warm face he knows here.

Asking himself if they would become anything like what they are now is when he falls into the rabbit hole. The emissary finds himself... unsure of the answer.

The Louis Yero from that time was acutely aware such thoughts and sentiments were seen by others as unkind as one can think. There's a good reason why the furthest he's acted on his attraction towards men before being flung into the future was to look from afar and as subtle as possible. And he intended to keep it that way, as much as it would've pained him. It wouldn't deprive him completely of love and desire at least, for he can find them all in women as well, but still suppression nonetheless. He's yet to let go of some of those habits, even.

He doesn't doubt having not-so-platonic thoughts about "Ryan" (or whatever name Ryas would have) as he caught himself when the Warlock first took off his helmet but anything beyond that? Even if anything came out of it... how would they make it work? How would they be happy? Would he tell his family? How would they react and-

He stops himself just when he realizes he has no way of knowing.

Nor will he ever know it.

He embraces Ryas a little tighter in an effort to control his own breathing. The awoken, having long fallen asleep, merely shifts on the bed until his back is pressed at Louis' chest again, almost as if he knew what was on his mind. The thought brings him warmth. Nonetheless, it makes him able to follow him into slumber not long after.

[march-moon]

Got inspired by @tmgefan and wrote this little "Lore Entry" here

“What was that ball of Light thingy you used on me once?” 

The question takes Ryas out of the daze he was in as they snuggled on the emissary’s couch.

“Uh… you mean the Healing Grenade back on Kepler?”

“Yeah,” Louis nods. “Wait… Is that what it was?” He huffs out a soft breath. “Never thought you could make a grenade that does the opposite of hurt.”

Ryas chuckles warmly at that. “It is very useful.” He raises his free hand from one of the cushions and, in an instant, a white sphere of pure energy forms in his palm. “It won’t solve every problem but it gets you patched up to keep going.” 

Louis still remembers how it felt.  The last time he felt a similar relief wash over him was when he was pulled out of water just as he felt himself losing his breath. If every neuron in his body seemed to be literally on fire and turning into ash at one moment, the other he felt Ryas’ Light put them back together and spark them online again.

“I agree with that,” the Emissary humors. His head then tilts slightly while looking at the sphere. “Was it… hard for you to learn it? The Light and Dark I mean.”

Ryas looks at him (or as much as his position will allow him to). It’s not the first time Louis wonders or asks about his Paracausal abilities. Even after seeing more than a handful of Crucible matches demonstrating a Guardians’ repertoire, the displays he’s had of both him and Ikora since their appearance in Kepler remain unmatched.

The Warlock pauses for a moment. Then, the sphere in his hand begins to shift its form, now broken down into its three elements. Arc, Solar, and Void light their corner on the living room, orbiting each other.

“It depends. Manifesting the Light came naturally for me.” The three elements are then joined by a shard of Stasis. “With Darkness, I had more… tension at first…” Then a lump of Strand comes in. “But in time I managed to find my footing at it. The real work became refining them to me and discovering their limits. Always has been, I guess. Always will be. Except now…”

But as the elements float around each other, Ryas then closes his hand but, when he opens it again, what appears is what Louis can only think of as a miniature nebula.

“These limits feel nonexistent. But I continue to learn them anyway.” Louis practically hears the enthusiasm in the man’s words as he lets the energy disperse as though glitter in the air. And just like it, the infectiousness has the Emissary smiling in wonder as well. 

“I guess it’s… a bit like language?” Ryas attempts to articulate.

“A very violent one.”

They both chuckle warmly at that, the episode of Star Trek returning to their attention soon after. It’s a while after they go back to watching it that Ryas speaks with a new question.

“Louis, would you… like to learn how to wield Darkness?”

Now it’s Louis who pauses. 

“You would teach me?”

"If you’d like," Ryas says carefully. “Just enough to help if you ever need it.”

Louis considers the offer. The idea sits strangely in him—not bad, just unfamiliar. He has his connection to the Nine, yes, but he hasn’t come to use it for such a need. He has his guns for that, but still… 

He thinks of Strand. On Ryas plucking at the strings and weaving them into whatever he needs, be it binds against a Minotaur and little drones to cover his six or just a rope to get the remote control without leaving their embrace. About how he once said that they're part of him, as they are for everyone and everything.

Louis exhales slowly. "Okay," he says finally. "Not today. But... yeah. I'd like to try.”