Reference/meta, a letter to his mun, too personal for dear_mun, responses allowed if you want

[warriorscribe]

*The letter is left next to the fourth wall for all to see, but only to those that would come this close. It's for his mun to see before other posts push it down.*

My Mundane,

You understand at last.

I love them. It matters not what shape that love takes.

What matters is exactly as you have said: That they mean the world to me, that I would fight and die for them.

Whatever else that love is remains to be seen. But it is love, first and foremost, and nothing less.

You wondered why I never disapproved of the activities of what you call "fandom" regarding myself and these two. This is why:

It matters not whether the work is sexual, friendly, or romantic in tone. It is a celebration of my bond with that person, whichever they choose, as the creator sees it.

Such a thing is worth celebrating.

Your muse,
Enoch

Comments

[fallenforlove.livejournal.com]

...........

[warriorscribe]

....Sariel?

[fallenforlove.livejournal.com]

Hardly a note to be left so brazenly in the open. Don't you think?

[warriorscribe]

*Okay, bit of a smile. He's sure you've got the wrong concept here, Sariel.*

Is there something wrong with it?

[fallenforlove.livejournal.com]

Only curious as to who this one...lucky person might be.

[warriorscribe]

I wasn't only talking about one person. You can see for yourself that fandom has two focuses for me.

...I see where my wording was unclear. I'll correct that. *he does love this aspect of modern technology!*

[fallenforlove.livejournal.com]

Two, hm? I wonder...

[warriorscribe]

Why are you acting so suspicious of it, Sariel?

[fallenforlove.livejournal.com]

As I said before, I am only curious.

[warriorscribe]

Curious? ...Has your mundane kept you from fandom?

[fallenforlove.livejournal.com]

For the most part.

[warriorscribe]

Here.

There are many nonsensical, silly, or simply wrong things here, but you're sure to find the patterns. If you can't find the other half, the key is in the music.

[fallenforlove.livejournal.com]

....hmph. An archangel and a Watcher?

[warriorscribe]

...That's close enough.

*You are not bringing down his good mood, Sariel!*

[fallenforlove.livejournal.com]

You play with fire, assassin.

[warriorscribe]

*....or maybe you are. Damn.*

...You are the one that approached me, Sariel.

[fallenforlove.livejournal.com]

What is your game? You will have to strike down Armaros if you want to save the riffraff outside the tower from a watery death. And you know it.

[warriorscribe]

...... *well, uh. Yeah. Shit. So much for his good mood.*

I know. I'll do what I must, even if it's painful.

...But if you must know, there is a "game" involved.

[fallenforlove.livejournal.com]

Really. Do tell.

[warriorscribe]

It's just that, a game. A game is a loophole, you see...like this place.

[smoothangel]

>There's a note!
>Read it?

Yes
No

>You probably shouldn't read it. It doesn't look like it's for you. It might be for that nice friend of Enoch's. Maybe it's private.

>You decide not to read the note.

...

>After a minute passes, you look at the note again. It is still there?
>Read it?

Yes
Yes

...

Yes
Yes

>You decided to read the note.

[warriorscribe]

*The mun is very flattered that you think she's nice, Armaros.

Enoch, on the other hand, is amused by your fourth wall shenanigans. He'll be over here looking like he's trying not to laugh.*

[smoothangel]

Oh, Enoch's here. He waves at him before continuing to read the...

letter.

Uh.

[warriorscribe]

*Okay, he does laugh at that.*

It's all right. I don't mind anyone reading it.

[smoothangel]

Ohh, well alright. He smiles and then picks up where he left off and-ooooh goodness his eyes widen as he gets to the end.

[warriorscribe]

*He would've put it in a private post if he had cared about who besides his mundane read it, after all. He just waits patiently for Armaros's reaction.*

[smoothangel]

So. Wait.

Armaros looks at Enoch before pointing to...himself. The implied question should be obvious.

[warriorscribe]

You haven't seen a third person fandom tends to pair me with, have you? *a chuckle. You know he's in a good mood when he's willing to joke.*

[smoothangel]

Ahhh, well. No, he shakes his head and looks back at the note, then...back at Enoch.

Before just pouncing on him with the biggest hug.

[warriorscribe]

Hahaha... *he catches Armaros, just barely. It's only because he's learned to brace himself very quickly that he doesn't get bowled over.

Once he's steady, he hugs him back tightly.* You don't know how long it took her to understand...

[smoothangel]

Right? Which is odd, because his muse seemed to get it pretty quick.

But that's fine. Enoch gets some claps on the back before he manages to bring himself out of the hug. Armaros can't help but smile at him the entire time, though.

[warriorscribe]

*Eh, he just figured from watching the others in here she's used to having muses that react negatively to something or other, particularly when there seem to be two shipping "camps" in play.

The only thing he reacts negatively to is this "Amon" concept. But that doesn't have anything to do with what he was talking about there.

Besides, the less that is brought up, the better. Look, Enoch's still smiling, too. Has to be a recent record. Let's not break it. Or the conversation, for that matter.* ...Are you looking forward to the city, too?

[smoothangel]

Yes. He nods enthusiastically, still smiling and obviously very excited about the whole deal. There's going to be a beach and people and Enoch and he'll get to talk, maybe!

[warriorscribe]

I am, too. For a moment I was afraid I wouldn't be sent there.

...We're both going to frequent the beach, aren't we?

[smoothangel]

Um, duh. Yes.

He nudges Enoch before making a swimming gesture, then pointing at him again.

Guess who is going to learn how to swim finally?

You. It's you, Enoch.

[warriorscribe]

*Another laugh.* I'll look forward to it. And sparring matches without the stakes. New ground to explore...

*This is going to be incredible.*

[smoothangel]

Yeah, he nods at Enoch's enthusiasm. It'll be interesting to see a somewhat 'modern' city, even if it is abandoned.

Though, he doesn't seem to think about why it's abandoned in the first place.

[warriorscribe]

*It will be interesting!

...but if it's going to happen, some things need to be addressed.

Like his reaction to finding out "Amon" isn't a fanon thing.

The muns managed to coax him out of the initial shock but he's still got that slightly-glazed look to his eyes suggestive of one coming out of a shocked stupor.

His voice is a little weak from tension, too, as he leans on the fourth wall.* Who would have thought it had more merit...

[smoothangel]

Haaah, what? What had more merit?

Armaros gives Enoch a tiny nudge to get his attention. What's up?

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch shakes his head a bit to clear it. Being messed up even in meta-space isn't good.* Were...you paying attention to what went on between our mundanes at all?

[smoothangel]

Ooooh, that, er uh. Armaros nods, yeah. Totally paying attention, yep.

But mention of that makes him look around suspiciously, as if looking for evidence of someone hiding before looking at Enoch again.

"...Shhhh."

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch looks around warily, three hundred years of watching for Ramps in the shadows giving him the drive to focus as he straightens up, hand on his Arch. He'll trust Grigori perception over his own any day, so he accepts the fact that they might be being watched even though his own senses can't back it up.*

...In any case, I think I'm recovering from that. Everything's...going to be fine. *He thinks. Especially since his mundane's declared game-canon only. But come on, he's not going to play with that catchphrase too much now.*

[smoothangel]

Yes! Everything's going to be fine, and he gives Enoch a reassuring shoulder pat. Yes.

As long as they ignore whoever is trying to watch them, they'll be fine. Really.

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch smiles a bit at the shoulder pat and tries following Armaros's gaze. Of course, he sees nothing.*

...Is there something bothering you, Armaros?

[smoothangel]

What? Haha, no! No, nooo...it looks like he laughs off the idea and shakes his head, but he's still looking a little tense.

[warriorscribe]

*...Oh, wait a minute.* This is a public thread, Armaros. *a smile.* Do you want to go somewhere else?

[smoothangel]

Somewhere else? Uhh, sure. He nods and relents, looking a lot less tense than he was a bit ago.