This or That

[elementalherodragonlord]

This or That

1. Person A posts their character 2. Person B replies with RNG 1-13 3. Person A picks option A or B 4. Have fun rp'ing! 5. If you have suggestions to add to the table hmu and I'll do it

1a. Coffee Shop AU	or	1b. Flower Shop AU
2a. Alternate Universe	or	2b. Fix-It
3a. Enemies to Lovers	or	3b. Childhood Friends
4a. Angst	or	4b. Fluff
5a. Love at First Sight	or	5b. Pining
6a. Modern AU	or	6b. Historical AU
7a. Soulmates	or	7b. Unrequited
8a. Fake Dating	or	8b. Secret Dating
9a. Break-Up & Make-Up	or	9b. Proposals & Weddings
10a. Get Together	or	10b. Established Relationship
11a. Oblivious Pining	or	11b. Domestic Fluff
12a. Hurt/Comfort	or	12b. Crack
13a. Meet the Parents	or	13b. Meet Cute

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post-movie soulmates time!

[getoutoftherobot]

[Half of the kitchenware is still in boxes. The biggest issue is that Shinji doesn't know which boxes. They've been finding pots and pans packed in with shower curtains and decorative knickknacks all day. Shinji and Kaworu are both fairly well-organized people, but it turns out that when she has more possession than could fit in a backpack, Rei is not. It doesn't help that Tsubame, six now and very eager to be involved in everything going on around her, had decided to help pack as well.]

[They're only a 20 minute walk from the Suzuharas, but it's still a big deal to have a place of their own. Even having spent most of his time in NERV playing housewife for Asuka and Misato, Shinji had never thought he'd actually have a place of his own one day. It's one of those delightful surprises in this world without Evas-- that he can hold down a job, that Rei is sickly but not dying, that Kaworu is here and whole and breathing while Shinji roots through boxes for their rice cooker.]

[It's almost easier to believe Kaworu's stories about past worlds, endless cycles of failing to save them both. The warm light of the kitchen and the disorganized boxes of belongings seem almost harder to accept, mundane as they are.]

Did someone pack canned goods and one of the spare futons together?

[Shinji laughs to himself in bafflement as he cuts open the most recent box.]

[rinseandrepeat]

[This feels like the end. In a good way. Settling down somewhere with Shinji, just the two of them, is the beginning that's tearing away from the end of all Kaworu has known and come to expect. He's never gotten this far, not at all, but waiting for the shoe to drop has weighed on him all these years; who's to say he wouldn't fail to keep them safe from the next big threat again?]

[But that threat never came, and now, this time, these moments feel like it's over. The seed of worry in the back of his mind can wither and die while he pours his soul into loving Shinji. He's starting to stop having the dreams of waking up in space again, naked and alone, prepared to take his part in the whole thing one more time. Together with Shinji he's weathered the road to domesticity and what must be their life of normalcy from now on.]

[Kaworu smiles and wants to touch Shinji's hair and kiss him, but not with the unsheathed boxcutter in his hand.]

Maybe the thought was to keep them safe.

[He hovers around Shinji, ready to help him with the box's mystery mish-mash of contents.]

[getoutoftherobot]

[Shinji shakes his head and starts unloading cans of sauce and vegetables, making a neat little pile on the floor. Once he's far enough down to know that there isn't anything more valuable hiding underneath, he stops and tilts his head back to look at Kaworu. That's nostalgic, in a way-- it's been a while since Kaworu had significant height on him.]

Wish they'd picked the plates instead of the cans. How many of those did we lose, three?

[Accepting this box as a lost cause, Shinji sets down the box cutter and stands up. His legs protest the way he'd had them tucked underneath himself and he makes a small noise of complaint, putting a hand on Kaworu's arm to steady himself.]

So, how hungry are you? I think we can probably leave most of this out and find a home for it after we've eaten something.

[rinseandrepeat]

[Kaworu can't help but smile at the way Shinji struggles just a little to get up, a testament to their aging, their ability to grow and live on. He holds onto Shinji's hand once he's steady, wrapping his fingers around it, giving it a gentle squeeze.]

Three so far.

[He looks around at the boxes, down at the cans, and curls his fingers against Shinji's hand one at a time.]

I'm a little hungry. I could keep going, but a break for lunch sounds nice, too.

[getoutoftherobot]

[Well, that's definitely the quickest and most effective way to get Shinji to stop caring about the plates. He glances down at their hands and smiles, soft and happy with that old edge of shyness filed down to almost nothing.]

Yeah. Me too. Let's eat something.

[He squeezes Kaworu's hand in return, struck again by how lucky he is to be here. He's been having moments of that all day, gentle disbelief.]

I'm, um. Feels a bit weird to say it out of the blue, but I'm really happy you're here.