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Log; ONGOING

When; March 5th
Rating; G // General?
Characters; Ted

hermeticus & Tyr McDohl

of_toran
Summary; It's a wonderful life in the neighborhood? ... I don't know. Two old buddies & their potentially sappy reunion at the busty lady's rune store. They'll be some talk, maybe some angst, perhaps even manly hugs! ...and I dislike making summeries.
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Apprehensive. There was no other way to describe the feeling in Ted's chest, which definitely showed as he developed a new habit of polishing Jeane's runes. Box after box and whether it was and elemental or a just a normal status orb, Ted ran a cloth over it's surface with profound dexterity that to a bystander it would seem that he had been doing this for years instead of the few hours of undisturbed practice. He half heartily wondered if Jeane would reward him for his ‘hard work’. After all, he didn’t have to do it… he just wanted to and it kept his hands busy.

They've talked, so there was no real need for this anxious. This apprehensive feeling. ... Though there was just so much he wanted to say, still. About him transferring the Souleater to him, about dying on him, and about so much more, there was so much to talk about that he half joked and half wondered if his voice box would be able to last the entire time. Besides, Ted was fairly certain that Tyr had bundles to tell him as well, if not for those reasons but for the fact that they were from different times.

Ah, well… it was high time he stopped shining Jeane’s balls especially while his eyes were fixated on the door. For from behind the counter it looked like he was doing something quite, distasteful and would bring the most unpleasant looks on future customers’ faces.

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Two smiles and not a steady heart in sight. At least the atmosphere wasn't uncomfortable; it was quite pleasant, a bit stiffer than usual, but what did he expect from such a meeting? Ted didn't expect to even get a chance to see him ever again, especially himself after being captured by the wretched hellcat that he hated so much. And it remained that way until Tyr approached him. "I'm happy to see you, too."

Tyr's hand over his own, Ted almost forgot what it felt like to be touched by him, or touched period. There was a slight flinch, though the flinching stopped the shaking. Sure Jeane had given him one of her infamous boob squishes a few days ago, but the contact was different. Each touch had now been sorted out in his mind as he so often classified things into different ways. So many years of various forms of contact. Some physical some emotional. Certain touches felt good in one way and not the other, while others made him feel dirty.

This was none of them. This was a special one in itself. "Yeah... I guess it wanted to return to its 'master' before I got transported from that place." Ted answered looking down at the overlaying hands. Almost wanting to pull out his from underneath, peel the bandages free and give it a good look. He knew it was there. He could feel it. Though something that his friend uttered next puzzled him.

"Not the first time...?"

Tyr half shook his head, unable to fully comprehend just what was going on. "Not- not the first time two Soul Eaters have existed in the same time and place," he answered, his voice soft. And then he remembered. How old had Ted been? He'd only looked about ten, when he'd met him as a child, and it had been three hundred years before Ted had seen him again...

Had Ted known? Tyr wasn't- couldn't be sure. "It's happened before, but I never expected it to happen again." His hand was still laid over Ted's, and he drew it back slowly, almost as if he was wont to let go- and he was, truly.

Forcing himself to smile as if he meant it, Tyr took a step back from the counter. "Come out from behind that," he said, gesturing to the counter. "I haven't seen you in years, and this counter is in the way." Just how many years wasn't something he wanted to think about; that Ted was before him now, alive and well, was more than he could ever have asked for.

Ted was unable to understand what his friend was talking about. "...they did?" Since when had there been an event where two Soul Eaters existing at the same time and place? Tyr wasn't the lying sort, so this had to be true, yet he'd never heard about this before and if anyone would know a thing or two about the Soul Eater it was him. After all, that was his village’s sole purpose. The brunet thought long and hard for a few moments, eyebrows furrows deepening and forming close knits, his free hand touching the bottom of his chin. Something deep inside him assured him that there was no doubt that Tyr could be lying and there he knew this answer. However, he bring forth anything useful.

"...I don't ever remembering a time when--" his sentence cut off when his confidant uncovered the bandaged hand. Eyes watched Tyr closely as he took a few steps back and instructed him to come out from behind the counter. That smile, he knew, was forced. Though Ted made it a mini mission of his to make it natural again

Letting out a soft chuckle, his body relaxed and a hand now rested comfortably on his hip Ted spoke causally, "There's no need to tell me twice, though I hope you know that as soon as the barrier's gone, I might have a time letting go." It was his only words of warning, for since the moment Tyr McDohl stepped foot into the store, Ted wanted nothing more than to embrace him in his arms or perhaps a good headlock just for a good measure.

As if he needed to be told- he'd missed Ted, he really had, and almost as soon as Ted came out from behind the counter, the rune bearer practically threw himself at his friend. To be able to do this again was something that he'd never thought he'd ever have a chance to do after what had happened. He'd regretted so many things, and he was determined that he wouldn't do that again. Not now, not with Ted here.

"It's been too long," he said, his arms wrapped around Ted's shoulders and his eyes closed as he remembered what it had been like to feel this way. "You..."

And this felt- it felt good, to be able to hold someone like that again. It wasn't so much that Tyr hadn't had any other friends, but Ted- he'd been the one person that- because of him- so much had happened. Things that he'd never been able to talk about, but now... Anything could happen in this place, or so it seemed. "I've really missed you."

Arms wrapped around his self, Ted had his arms raised in the air when he saw the confidant come flying towards him. A hug. How strange it felt to have someone pressed so close to him though it wasn't bad. While enjoying every minute of it, Ted lowered his arms. With one he cupped the back of Tyr's head bandanna and all, while the other arm was strung across his back as to almost cradling him. Ted took and carved this moment into his mind. He'd never forget it even when he had to return back to his time and his life stripped away from him. The memory will still be there with him.

"I've really missed you," he told him, and it was something about those words that broke something inside of him. He'd heard it before, though perhaps the combination with the hug made the burning and swelling sensation in the back of his eyes harder and harder to contain. "I know..." Arms adjusting their grip. "I know, and I'm sorry." He was here now; they both were.

The swelling and burning were starting to become overpowering, yet, he still held on wanting to bury his face and hide what was to happen next. "I'm sorry. ... I'm so sorry..." he chanted softly until it became hard to talk and hands tightening their hold onto the other body. A small part of Ted wanted to laugh, joke, and tease his friend; not cling onto him as he apologized for the heavy burden he forced upon him while on the verge of crumbling into pieces but it suddenly became so hard. So very hard.

All Tyr wanted to do was to tell Ted to stop saying sorry- It wasn't his fault, it hadn't been and it never would be. There wasn't any question of 'what if', things happened simply because they did, and regardless of how many times he might have regretted his actions, Tyr knew that should he be put again in the same position now as he had been, that day, he'd have made the same choices.

How much of a choice had either of them had, though? Ted had been a bearer of a True Rune when he'd been ten. Tyr himself had only been a few years older, and as a result of that so much had occurred. He'd wished on occasion that it had never happened, but...

It was really too late for regrets, wasn't it? He wondered for a moment, if when he'd last met Ted and his friend had commanded his rune to take his life, if Ted had remembered who he was now. Perhaps he had, at that...

I think it's farewell for sure, this time.

For Ted, it had been. But for Tyr- "Don't apologize," he said, closing his eyes. "Please. I don't want you to have to do that." Slowly, and reluctantly, he pulled himself out from the hug, blinking away tears that he'd had in his eyes. "There's... a lot I should apologize for, as well. And a lot I want to tell you."

Though instructed not to apologize anymore, that's all Ted wanted to do. Apologize. He wanted to apologize for giving him the Soul Eater, for going away without a farewell, for dying, for keeping it a secret, for dragging him into his mess, for so many things that it was ridiculous. It was in good fortune to his friend that Ted's throat had tightened and long felt as if there was something stuck inside. If there was anyone that didn't deserve the burden that he left upon him, it was Tyr. Even though he was the only person that Ted ever trusted, to be responsible for all that came later on in his life was almost unbearable. He knew he'd always be a tender spot for his confidant for as long as he wandered.

As Tyr pulled away, greedy fingers didn't want to let go. 'Not yet,' they softly urged, 'Just for a little while longer...' But the hug had undone, leaving Ted to hang loosely on one of his bandanna's tails with an even looser smile. Ted’s hands held onto the green one in particular; he always liked the green one better than the purple.

"A lot for you to apologize for?" Ted forced out through the lump in his throat. His voice sounded choked until he spoke again. "You've got to be kidding... there's nothing you have to apologize for." He wiped away the tears that had begun to form, and reinforced his weakening smile. "There's a lot I want to tell you too... But you go first. After all, you haven't seen me years."

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