Where Are They Now? (5 Year Edition)

[dead_black_eyes]

This meme was done before in this game, right here, and that is where I am stealing it from. But instead of giving characters the option to return home in this hypothetical scenario, the war is still going on five years from the current date in-game, and BREW still needs everyone.

The question is, what has happened in those five years? The children have become adults, the adults are just a little older without being old, and goodness knows a lot can change in that amount of time. Maybe you're thriving, in your business or your partnership. Maybe not. Either way, with no end in sight, life goes on in the city named after Death.


INSTRUCTIONS

-Post with your characters(s)
-Write a short blurb about what has happened in five years. Love, heartbreak, sickness, wealth, what was in the cards for your Weapon or Meister, and what has it shaped them into? Set a scene for the present.
-Tag others in the scene they kindly set.
-Profit$$$$$$$$

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[want_the_world]

[Preparations for the surprise party set in motion, Mello heads back home. He's not surprised to find Near in the kitchen when he gets there. Mello still hasn't learnt to cook anything complicated, and has watched his partner master various recipes with amusement. It's always struck him as so typical: why bother learning to make simple things when you can excel at difficult ones?

Near has, not so typically for someone so fastidious, a smudge of chocolate on his cheek.]

Hey.

[Mello stops in the doorway, and makes a 'c'mere' motion. If how good it smells in here is anything to go by, Near's almost done with whatever he's making.]

[cardfortress]

[He hears Mello get home while he's busy with his chocolate ganache, and finishes it just in time, right when the blond stops in the kitchen doorway. Near still doesn't smile like a normal person would, but the slight twitch of his lips is the equivalent of most people's "welcome home".

He walks up to Mello and reaches out to place a hand on his hip. It's funny, how physical proximity became such a natural part of their lives over the years that Near can no longer imagine their relationship without it.]

Hello.

[want_the_world]

[Mello's been deciphering Near's subtle expressions for most of his life, and knows that quirk of his lips is the equivalent of anyone else's smile.

He leans in and takes his time licking the smear of chocolate off Near's cheek.]

Mm. Ganache, is it?

[cardfortress]

[Near wrinkles his nose at Mello’s chosen method to get that chocolate off of his cheek, but it’s mostly an act: he doesn’t mind it, and he really can’t claim it’s not very hygienic because they have done far worse than this. So he lets the blond do it, an eyebrow raising in amusement when his partner is finally satisfied with the state of Near’s cheek.]

Yes, it is.

[He leans in and presses his lips against Mello in a very brief kiss, just enough to make him taste the ganache indirectly from his lips. Near had tried it seconds before Mello's arrival to make sure it was exactly how he wanted, of course.]

You can have some, if you want. It's already done.

[want_the_world]

I'd rather eat it this way.

[Mello smirks, knowing perfectly well the face Near made is nothing more than a token objection. It amuses him all the same.

He's not about to let his partner get away with a kiss that short; he slips a hand into Near's hair and tugs him back in for a proper one.]

[cardfortress]

[There is a quiet huff of amusement as Mello tugs him back in for a kiss. He is genuinely amused, and it shows through their resonance; he almost points out how what Mello said seems to have been pulled out of a porn movie script (he will never forget the things he had to watch for pure scientific research), but he doesn't, focusing instead on kissing his partner.

He has always taken pride in getting his priorities right.

The Weapon brings his free hand up to mirror Mello's actions, tangling his fingers in the blond strands like he always does whenever they kiss-- but then the oven timer goes off, the beeping noise making itself known. Near pulls back enough to end the kiss, but remains close enough to nip at Mello’s lower lip before letting go entirely.]

[want_the_world]

[Picking up on Near's thoughts is second nature by now, and Mello quirks an eyebrow at the mental critique of what he said as he lets go so Near can deal with the timer. He'll get him back for that nip later.]

I don't recall anyone making you do 'research.'

[cardfortress]

[Near just gives him a one shouldered shrug as he turns around to check on the oven, twirling a strand of hair. Satisfied with the state of his handiwork, Near puts his oven mitts on and takes out the tray, leaving the chocolate treats out to cool.]

I can be proactive, occasionally.

[It's true! Besides, he had to make sure he'd observed things from every point of view possible before they ever got to be that intimate with each other.]

[want_the_world]

Heh, when one-upping me is involved.

[Mello leans back against the counter, as he usually does in the kitchen, and watches Near, a quirk of amusement to his mouth. Near being downright domestic is something he's observed many times by now, but the incongruity of it never fails to make him smile.]

[cardfortress]

It still counts as being proactive.

[Domestic is a nice way to put it, but Near is quite far from the usual stereotype: from the obsessively equal distanced orderly way he places every item on the tray to how carefully he measures every ingredient, as if preparing a complex and highly dangerous chemical reaction with volatile ingredients that cannot be measured with an error above 0.01g. The kitchen is always kept clean, no matter what he’s experimenting with; anyone looking at it at any given moment would have a very hard time believing something was being cooked or baked at that instant.

Of course, this doesn’t mean he doesn’t indulge in dipping his finger into the batter, dough and/or whatever sauce he’s making at the moment, and that is exactly what he does right now, bringing that finger to his mouth right after.]

[want_the_world]

Tease.

[It verges on affectionate, having been repeated many times by now. Mello knows Near has ulterior motives for tasting the batter like that, especially with the end product already finished. He doesn't cross the kitchen to go to him, though; it's always been more amusing to make Near admit he wants something by leaving him no choice but to act on it.]

I'm sure your studies were such a chore, too.