deercountry | will you be there up on the shore

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will you be there up on the shore

Who: Shiro (

shiro2hero ) & Adam (

saltyadam )
What: A beachside Reunion
When: Early November
Where: The Shores

Content Warnings: Squid-related nudity

Today is one of those days he would have preferred to spend in the Orphanage. It's bitter cold, the sky a solid slab of steel grey, hanging low toward the buildings. Sure, he'd graduated to one of the heavier coats sold around town - but the wing keeps howling through the fabric. Cutting into it off the ocean.

Should have guessed it'd be brutal out here today.

Regardless, Shiro is once again patrolling the shores. He's seen new faces crop up on the network lately. It's that time of the month. He'd promised more than a few people he'd keep an eye out for their loved ones. It's the least he can do, considering he'd failed to bring his own across. Those thoughts aren't going anywhere any time soon. Not even after Vyng yanked him out of the surf and out of his head.

Or out of potential Return Of The Squid anyway.

He stops for a moment, pulling his hands out of his pockets to try and blow some warmth into his left hand. Maybe he should turn around. Maybe he should go back to the Orphanage and play jungle gym for the kids for a while. That'd help.

It looked as if there weren't many new arrivals today. Maybe even the squids were too cold.

One more failure of a day to add to the list, looked like.

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been here alone

With Lance and Hunk moved out. With Pidge not here. With Allura and Keith gone. Him alone in a house full of ghosts and a city that rendered him next to helpless too many times. He wants to say it's okay. He got through it, but he doubts his face will be believable. Even Vyng had seen it.

He does almost apologize. Right then and there. For not being able to bring Adam across the sea. For not holding on tight enough, not being strong enough - but then his mouth is otherwise occupied. It's warm, it's familiar, and it's real. And it's all it takes to get the cracks to widen, to crumble. While he gathers the one he loves, coat and all, to hold on with everything he can.

He doesn't remember the last time he'd really, genuinely let himself cry. Not like this. Relief, gratitude, the loneliness thrust on him by the Patrons last month... it's spilling out like blood.

Adam presses closer, arms tightening around him. The image of him wearing only a coat while wrapped around him, fiercely protective, should have been absurd.

But that warm rage has settled in his lungs now. No matter what else this place made him feel it had also done this. It had hurt the only person he'd let the world burn for. Now he knew. And he had a long memory.

He presses soft kisses to any part of Takashi he could reach. His neck, the top of his head. Whispered over and over that he was here, it was okay. This wasn't his fault. They'd get through this. They're a team, now and always.

It's probably not the healthiest for either of them. It's too cold for a reunion like this. But it doesn't matter. Not in this moment. In this moment, he needs this too much. Selfishly needs the press of arms and the voice at his ear. Choked up on grief he'd never let out.

If he ever lets go, it'll be too soon.

It's too cold, finally, to keep standing here. The tide should be coming in soon... they should go. They should go. But he doesn't pull entirely away. Not yet.

"We... you - you should get some. Pants. Probably." Get things settled. Get him safe, then they can talk. Then he can explain. That should work, right?

He let's out a breathy laugh. "We've had stranger conversations without pants, but it is a little chilly."

Another kiss, to his mouth this time.

"I'm assuming people don't just walk around here naked because we landed here that way anyway."

"It's November..." he gasps out, exasperated, fond. Endlessly, painfully fond. Teasing like this feels like a dream. Like he's going to wake up, staring at the sky again, on the beach alone.

He'd love to draw out that kiss. To just keep holding him like this. But -

"Here. Button up... I'll get you home."

He's already buttoning up his jacket with a wry twist of his lips.

"I kind of feel like I'm on a dare back at the Garrison." He grabs Takashi's hand, twining his fingers as they walk. "Or like I lost a bet. Hope I don't run into any children while I'm wearing my flasher costume."

He helps, for a moment, making sure everything is properly fastened, that the collar is pulled up as far as possible. Wrapping the belt securely. It may not need to be - he probably doesn't need to be so thorough.

But he wants to be.

"That - we have to tell Will." It's like a revelation. It's finally having good news. His fingers tighten, gently guiding them off the sand, toward the boardwalk. "And Vyng. They've been worried about you."

"Will's here? And Vyng?" Adam brightens considerably at that. Not just because he's happy to see his friends -- of course he is. But these are also two people he trusts to look after Takashi. He knows they'd both always do what they could to keep an eye on him. Keeping him from his more dangerously self destructive urges.

Adam has to look away for a moment, blinking rapidly. He'd have to thank them.

He clears his throat, giving his hand a squeeze. "It'll be good to see them again."

"Will, Vyng, Lance, Hunk, Mako, Wu, Eddie, Varian, Fern..."

Honestly, Shiro might have walked into a pole right there, seeing the look on his partner's face. That lightness. The longer they walk, the more it's starting to sink in. This is real. It's really happening.

His thumb runs along the back of Adam's hand. "You can take your time, if you need to. This is a lot to get used to all at once. We don't need to throw a party or anything."

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Adam gives him a fond, knowing glance. "I don't know about a party, but it would be nice to have everyone over at the house for tea and catching up. Sounds like I'm a little behind."

He wasn't exactly the party type, but that was a long list of people Adam cared about. It'd be good to see them again.

He was also getting the feeling that Takashi could use an excuse to celebrate something.

"Just a bit." His shoulder leans in, resting there for a few steps. "Take your time. I know it's hard... waking up here. Harder than before."

In Deerington. In the dream world. The first time he'd woken up from being - well. It didn't bear thinking about. He didn't want to think about it any longer.

"Let's just get you home. Warmed up."

They could talk about what he'd missed later. He trusted Takashi. He'd tell him everything in his own time. But the fresh looking scar on his nose told Adam it wasn't going to be all gumdrops and lollipops. For now they could just enjoy each other's company.

He leaned back, briefly resting his head against Takashis.

"So what is home here? Haunted apartments again?"

"The house."

He lets that hang for a moment, before finally shooting him a smile. Warm, relieved, happy to deliver the news. A shake of his head, a tired little laugh. It feels like it's been ages since a real laugh.

"It followed me. I - Don't ask me how. I was staying at the Orphanage until I just... walked past it one day. Needs a little more work to keep it up, but it's there."

"The ... house from Deerington? Seriously?" If the actual news hadn't lifted his spirits, Takashi's expression would have done it all on its own. There he was. Unburdened, happy.

"Please tell me the air mattress didn't come along for the ride."

"The house from Deerington."

In all its vaguely mouse shaped glory. Some wear and tear, some things needed fixing, replacing. But it could be done. And, more importantly, the possessions within came too.

"I haven't found it yet. So I really can't say."

"If you do, let me know so we can burn it in some kind of cleansing ritual."

He blinked. "Wait, does that means my clothes came over too?" If he seemed a little eager... Takashi, he loves you, but your dorito shaped body doesn't lend itself to his body shape precisely.

He's still going to steal your hoodies.

"We're not burning plastic. If I find it, I'm donating it to Koz's kids. They can use it for a bouncy toy."

Giving away the mattress for a bunch of Trench orphans seems like as good an idea as any. Much better than setting it on fire, contributing to the local pollution problem.

He pauses in his step, just for a moment. "Yes? I haven't gone through everyone's stuff -" Which is a huge invasion of privacy. "- But mine all came."

"Who's Koz?" If Takashi adopted more children while Adam was gone...

Well, he'd give him grief about it later.

Though he does snort a little at his comment. "Takashi, you are allowed to go through my things. We're married. They're our things."

"One of the Pthumerians. Remember them? Sodder's mother, Cynthia? Her people." Another pause, this time to maneuver them around a gaggle of locals. These ones smile and nod to them. Completely unlike the townsfolk of Deerington. "Koz runs an orphanage, and I've been volunteering there when I can."

So no, not adopting. Just looking after them.

He makes a helpless sort of gesture with his free hand. "Okay, but - I meant everyone else's."

Ah, right. Adam nodded in acknowledgement. He'd never been as involved as Takashi when it came to the powers that be -- a choice he hopes to repeat -- but the name is more familiar now.

"I'm a little surprised to hear this place has an orphanage," He offers tentatively. "Or at least one we're allowed to volunteer in." Things had gotten a bit segregated towards the end, there.

He hummed at the comment. "Personally I'm pretty sure I don't want to go through Keith's anyway. Who knows what's growing in there."

"I was too. But it's ... hard to describe. The kids are safe there. I've never seen anything bad happen to any of them while they're there. Once, one of them got onto the roof. I didn't see what happened, but the next thing I knew, they were safe back on the ground again. You blinked, and they were running around the courtyard like nothing happened."

His jaw works, briefly, at the mention of Keith. Pace quickening. It's getting later, the low grey sky darkening to a winter evening overhead. He'll pretend that's the reason he avoids the comment.

"The locals here are something else," he says instead. "They want to help. They like us, even. I can't believe it, most of the time."

Adam doesn't think anything of the avoided comment. It doesn't even register as an avoidance. Adam still feels the pang of his loss, and Takashi hadn't named him in his list of familiar faces.

Of course he's not yet aware of how much the house echoes these days.

"Hmm. Write be down as suspicious," He squints a little as he observes the people around them, smiling and waving. "Deerington wasn't always as hostile either. If there's one thing I've learned about these places is that they always come with surprises, and it's always a good idea to keep our guard up."

"I know. I remember... it's hard to get used to. But things have already gone sideways here a few times, and they've never been involved."

The river of corpses, the arena, even the painful, wounding loneliness of last month. The locals hadn't been involved at all. If anything they'd been trying to warn the Sleepers of the coming dangers. What were they supposed to do with that kind of consideration?

Speaking of...

"Hang on, I want to make sure we don't get lost." After a beat, he adds: "Don't panic, this might look weird..."

Because a slow curl of mist, pale like snow, curls out from his chest. Settling onto the street in a very familiar form.

Adam has a cynical comment at the ready, but before he can say anything--

Is that a ghost coming out of his chest? That looks like his lion?

He doesn't jerk his hand out of Takashi's, but it's a very near thing. He does jump back a bit, eyes wide and pulse thrumming in his veins.

"Takashi," He licks his lips slowly. "What the whole fuck?"

The lion primly takes a seat, regarding them with a resigned expression. It's eerie, how much it looks like someone else. Shiro just -

Shiro laughs. He has to. He almost doubles over where he stands, leaning his shoulder into Adam's. "I told you not to panic..." Let him catch his breath. "It's - they're called Omens. We all have them, here. They're not all Lions."

Slowly, he recovers his wits, trying to turn serious, despite the amusement in his eyes. "People have been getting lost a lot, lately. She'll help make sure we don't."

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