NUMBA SIX. WE'LL MEET AGAIN.

[electroplay]

WE'LL MEET AGAIN

It's been months, maybe even years since you've seen each other. You remember your good bye as if it had happened just hours ago - whether it was tearful or angry. Now, as you stare them in the face once more, how do you feel? Are you happy to see them again? Would you like nothing more than to let your first do the talking

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Italy Veneziano | Axis Powers Hetalia

[felicissimo]

4 + 6. RNG HAS REDEEMED ITSELF.

[enpace]

[ They didn't share blood - not in the traditional sense; the one people honored and valued. No, their relationship was different. Deeper, perhaps, than the usual family bond. It was pride and admiration, a willingness to defend and change a country in to something beautiful, to help it grow and change to its fullest potential. The bond you shared with your country, after all, was just as strong as those with your family.

But he'd been sent off some time ago - forced to correct the wrongs made by others in lands far away. He'd faced death too many a times, flirted too often with the idea that he'd never return to his home land, never have that chance to see what effect he'd had on his country. ]

Non c'è alcun posto come casa.

[ ooc I-I DON'T KNOW IF THIS COUNTS AS FAMILY, BUT.. ]

HURRAY RNG *still punts it for good measure*

[felicissimo]

[A country's relationship with its people is a spectacular thing. No matter when they were born, or what transpired during their lives, there always remained spot in that country's heart for each and every one of them. They were always remembered, always cherished, always loved. It was an unconditional bond.

Italy had always been aware of Ezio. How he lived his life, where he had gone, all of his efforts- he understood it all. And so as this Italian returned to him, he grinned warmly, still here for Ezio, still a home, thriving.]

Benvenuto a casa.

[ooc: OF COURSE IT DOES. 8D]

-holds up the 9.5 sign-

[enpace]

[ The grin sent a strange surge of warmth through him - a mixture of pride and happiness. And beneath it all, relief. Relief that the country was still everything it had been when he left and more. It brought a genuine smile to his lips, something he was sure he'd lost more and more of with every instance that his blade pierced flesh. ]

Grazie. [ So many words come to his mind, but he can't bring himself to form them properly on his tongue. He wasn't sure what to say in this.. particular instance. Wasn't sure how to voice his happiness, the honor he felt to stand in this man's presence. ]

I am glad. [ How to put it in words, how to express every thought and emotion that his country brought him. ] That you are well,

Ezio Auditore da Firenze | Assassin's Creed II

[enpace]

Netherlands | Axis Powers Hetalia

[tenderlands]

Takeshi Yamamoto | katekyo hitman REBORN!

[orchidsrevival]

1 + 5. RNG pulls through yet~ also wow this is tl;dr

[saliciously]

[ karin is immediately cautious as she spots takeshi through the crowd - they'd split ways ages ago, and the fight had been severe. She almost winces at the thought of it, the sound of their voices rising, objects being ripped as they prepared to hurl them at each other.

No, she thought with an upward glances of her eyes. This was not going to end well.

But... They had been working so well. It had just been that one little thing, and she really had felt something... something unlike the others boys and girls who flocked them, smiling and reaching their fingers out for a touch.

It had been something, certainly, and Karin messed it up. Anxiously - the thought of her even being anxious about something like this certainly says something, she realizes with an uneasy feeling in her stomach - she approaches him, pace slow and steady. Finally, she reaches him, and lays a hand on his shoulder. ]

Takeshi? [ she whispers. please remember me, she thinks. ]

WOO, tl;dr

[orchidsrevival]

[ The reaction is instinct - a reflex.

He twists, reaching up to close one hand around her wrist, almost as if to defend himself against some incoming assault. His eyes are sharp, alert, prepared for anything that whoever this person may throw at him, but--

Realization sinks in quickly, his eyes widening before he blinks - once, twice, three times. And slowly, his grip on her wrist loosens, his lips curling into a mix of an apologetic, almost embarrassed - and perhaps if you looked close enough, wary - grin. It takes a few seconds but his fingers curl back and away, releasing their hold on her so slender wrist. ]

Ah- [ He tries to hold that grin, tries to hide the strange pain in his chest at the memories that her presence brings. And for the briefest second, it falters, before it's replaced by a smile. It's forced, but to any one else, it seemed genuine, so fitting for the cheerful male. ] Yo, Karin.

Finally, it shows itself.

[saliciously]

[ instinctively, her other hand - the left one - tightens on the hilt of her dagger, which she has strapped to her leg. But this is Takeshi, she reminds herself carefully as she releases her grip. He's not going to pull anything.

Except maybe her wrist off. She squirms slightly, trying to rotate her wrist so he's not touching her mark. It's one thing she must hide - even if he probably knows, even if it's probably haunted him after their fight like it haunted her.

Oh, he's smiling - not quite ready to frown and raise his voice at her again. ]

... Hi. It's, ah, been a while. [ she resists the urge to shuffle in place, the childhood gesture near forgotten as she drops her gaze. But seeing him hurts, not in a piercing way, but dull, an encroaching pain that will sneak up on her.

She missed him. It's disheartening to admit, but she missed him. Missed the feel of his lips brushing her ear, and his hands curling around his waist. Him. She stifles a sigh and raises her glance again. ]

How have you been?

[ ooc - the fight was over them

Elena | Final Fantasy VII Advent Children Complete

[provenworth]

:3

1 then 5

[masked_stag]

Hey...

[provenworth]

[Cigar smoke wafted in front of her face, the small Ashton cigarillo dangling between Elena's fingers loosely. She didn't smoke much, but when she did she was very peculiar about her choice in cigars and make sure that she enjoyed every savory moment of it. Her body leaned against the building wall, a diet drink in her other hand, eyes turning to the source of the voice.]

....Long time no see. [She takes another drag of the cigar.] Its been a while, hasn't it?

[masked_stag]

Certainly has. [He wafts some of the smoke away, more as something for his to do than anything else before speaking again.] I've missed you.