HIStoryRepeats, Tag: Marl, Open after

[Aeon]

Time froze for a few moments as the Time Lord once again found himself here of all places.
He had no idea why it was that he had come here...but upon returning he rememberd the promise that was made and he nodded to himself.
Time resumed it's flow and he turned slightly around, looking for the keeper of this garden.

His eyes fell upon the lillies and he walked over to them, his brow semi-perked ever so slightly he cleared his throat and let his fingers pass along the peatles and he sighed softly.

"Not as bad a change as I thought it would be...." he whispered to himself, for that he was thankful.

[Marluxia]

Marluxia had been in the study thinking about Larxene and Aeon. Why those two, only the flower-boy would really know. It wasn't like there was some strange connection. It might very well be he hoped the two of them hadn't, and wouldn't, meet. Something went off in his head like a little sensor. Someone was in his garden. Well, that wouldn't do! He couldn't have intruders.

He made the portal and shifted there. He was too lazy to walk down the 7 floors. That was a lot of stairs and a lot of time. Lately, probably under Aeon's influence, he had been thinking a lot about time and how he must have wasted a lot of it by now. That really wouldn't do.

Slowly, he looked around. Huh. Curious.

Aeon had remembered the promise.

Marluxia took a few steps forward, coming up behind Aeon. He tapped the other on the shoulder and waited, saying nothing.

[Aeon]

He hadnt heard the other walk up behind him.
He wasnt even focusing on the garden, he felt...safe...here and as such he was semi-relaxed.
When the other touched his shoulder, Aeon tensed and whirled, the Blades of Time taking form in his left hand, he then realized it was Marluxia and he cleared his throat and offered a weak smile.

"... ...I kept my promise." he stated, feeling so stupid stating the obvious. "Here I am, now...shall we talk? I will tell you about my order, if you tell me about yours...." he paused and glanced around slowly, then back at the other.

[Marluxia]

Marluxia chuckled. He hadn't expected the other to tense up, but eh. What could you do? As the master of time, Aeon could do whatever he wanted. Or at least that was how Marluxia saw it.

He put an arm around Aeon's shoulders, standing next to him. With an air of indifference, the pink/red-haired man motioned forward. He didn't want to stand still for very long. It would make things go so much slower.

"Let's walk..."

It wasn't so much as a suggestion as a 'if we don't walk, i'm not talking' kind of thing. Marluxia took a step forward, then another, and he'd pull Aeon along behind if he had to.

[Aeon]

When the other man drew his arm around him, Aeon had two things happen, one, his pale cheeks flushed slightly.
And two, he slowly stepped away from the other in a polite manner, Aeon was slightly new to the who idea of being physical with another person, it was something that the Thirteenth Order of Time lords did not need.

He lifted a hand and coughed into it politely, before he glanced away and then nodded.
"Ok. We shall walk..." he stated gently, the blades of time vanished as he glanced around. "Where would you like to go?"

[Marluxia]

Marluxia only looked a little upset that the other pulled away. Normally that move worked. He pouted slightly, though did like the other's cheeks flushing. That made him feel a little better.

"Well, how about I show you around here? That way you know where you are... since I hope you make a habit out of stopping by."

Marluxia started walking again, looking around. He knew he had to eventually talk about the Organization, how they wanted hearts and how they lost theirs. Then he would have to tell his theories and other crazy schemes. This would be a looooooong day.

[Aeon]

Aeon blinked a bit.
"Show me around, but please, please talk of your topic, or would you prefer I spoke on mine first?" he asked gently.
Clearly Aeon was a being of duty and liked work done, he didnt like to waste time and he seemed even less keen on doing things that didnt need to be done.

Wasting time could be fatal to him.
And as of now, all he had was a faint headache....something he could easily ignore.
"Do you have questions for me?" he asked gently, his silver eyes half lidded ever so slightly.

[Marluxia]

Marluxia thought for a moment before he spoke again. Really, he didn't want to talk about himself. For once, yes. There was something about Aeon that made him WANT him around... and if this got done too quick, well... he'd be gone. That would make for a very pouty Marly and neglected flowers.

"I suppose you can start, Aeon... I wanna know everything about you."

Marluxia hadn't quite taken a good look at the other male, but he did just then. His eyes widened, and he fought hard to keep the blush away from his cheeks. That was a near success, but not entirely.

He supposed this was what those-with-hearts called a crush... and he wasn't sure if he really minded as much as he should.

In a slight daze, Marluxia spoke again. "Yeah... no questions. Just... tell me everything."

[Aeon]

Aeon gave a short dismissive nod and started, his tone soft, and yet one would be able to hear it.
"I am of the Thirteenth Order of Time Lords...it is our job to guide the passages of time correctly and to only interfere when something has gone wrong. I was blessed with the task of guarding the true flow of time and to protect the thirteen shards of time's soul. I am the second in command of this group and as such, I am the one they call when things do not look good..." he paused for a few moments and then shook his head.

Should he speak of the Time Reaper to this man?
Should he let him know of Galamoth?
He shook his head.
No...not this time, perhaps later if things started to break apart he would let the other know of his personal quest.

"Currently I am seeking out the last eleven of the Shards of time....but its proving to be difficult....my abilities are weakened when I do not have all thirteen, and I have a feeling this did not happen by boon, but in fact someone had plotted it...." he shook his head slowly.

"What of you?"