tastes_of_honey | Re-Discovery (Reply)

Mmmmmfuck. I am so high.... I saw my Aya from a distance today, but more than that I felt him... and he felt me a bit.

I saw him sweeping in front of the shop wearing tight white jeans under the apron. His daywear fashion sense has really changed over the years. Then again, with the way Kryptonbrand dresses him and his entire team all super-kink and with those creepy masks that don't even hide their identities, I guess he couldn't continue being dowdy.

I actually wanna touch his mask while he's wearing it to see if it achieves skin temperature if he wears it long enough....

Back to the narrative. I set myself up in an alley not far away and used a compact's mirror to watch him because why waste energy? I wanted to feel him out without having to do a notice-me-not at the same time. And if you're wondering why I carry a compact I encourage you to make guesses. You remember how I said that people from the same universe have a similar maker's mark or fingerprint? Fuck, when I reached out with my mind to him we resonated at the same frequency. My knees nearly buckled. I love my Nexus posse, don't get me wrong, but this Aya was mine, he remembered things I had done in detail even if he did put an evil and delusional spin on them, and... he was mine.

Seeing Nagi again wasn't the same because he'd become a part of me again as soon as Brad and I had gotten close enough to Tokyo. Radio Free Schwarz. We'd reestablished enough of a strong link that I can faintly feel him even in London. I hadn't seen or felt Aya in years, but he still tasted a little of me and now I had the inter-universal experience to differentiate him from

just_a_murder even beyond that Aya not being the right age or knowing everything I've done. The flavor was different.

Poor London Aya-kun, all he had left were his obligations. He was content enough for a guy who'd gotten everything he'd wanted, even if none of it was something he got to keep, and had no dreams left to take their place. He was cold ashes, smiling faintly all the time because then people would think he was okay. He had his obligation to keep away from his sister for the sake of her safety and purity, his obligation to make sure Yuki was safe and okay, his obligation to his new team, his obligation to look out for Ken and get subtle vengeance on Chloe for every racist remark.... He's all about other people again, still, but the passion's been killed right out of him.

My Aya, and internally I went all "Daddy's come to fix it and make it all better!" And then I had to internally smack myself so I squeed a little less like a flower shop fangirl. Mustn't rush over and break the Aya.

Then I felt a stirring in the planes, small, so small, tasting so familiar. A low-level telepath would never have noticed it. It was Aya. He'd sensed something wrong and this tiny little bit of psionic power in him tried to look for it. He'd never done that before! I never even saw the potential in him the last time we met. Then again, he'd been so repressed every other time, and it's been a while.

I couldn't help reaching out to mentally caress those little baby tendrils. In my little mirror I watched him shiver, then walk emphatically inside.

Fuck, I'm so excited!