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medic - murasaki showing up to soryn without her arm lbr (itll grow back but its gonna take a minute)

" i will be there in just a moment! " he calls out towards the door before taking the last tray of baked cookies out of the oven, transferring everything to a cooling rack. soryn sighs and removes his oven mitts (he doesn't need them, but at this point, they're a force of habit even when he isn't around humans that don't know what he is), moving toward the door now. he unlocks and opens it, happy at first to see his dear daughter until he sees one of her arms is missing, his expression quickly changing to one of great worry.

" mura! how— how did this happen?! " soryn hurriedly beckons her inside and heads to the kitchen once more, retrieving a first aid kit from a drawer. " here, sit. let me tend to you. "

when they entered her home, they didn't expect to find her like this. still, something felt off. wrong. something in their gut told them to visit her and check up on her today. was something telling them misa was in trouble? were they just that in tune with her? whatever it was, they were here now and they'd gotten her to bring up the sleeping pills that she swallowed. they just needed her to come to now, cradling her form against their body as they finish dialing for an ambulance.

hearing her voice, soryn's breath hitches and they breathe a sigh of relief. thank the gods. thank the gods. they got enough of the pills out of her system. she was okay. she will be okay. " because you have so much more to live for, my friend. there is always more. " they assure gently, bringing their phone to their ear. " i am going to get you some help, okay? everything will be fine, i promise. " they hold her closer, fingers clutching her shirt, afraid if they let go her life will begin to slip away once more.

once the woman who answered said an ambulance was on the way and it was okay to hang up, their gaze lowers back down to misa. their phone is set aside and their hand comes up to brush her hair from her face. gods, their heart still pounds so harshly against their chest, fear having a vice grip on their rib cage. " i was so terrified you were gone, that i did not get to you fast enough. " soryn exhales shakily, cupping her cheek, thumb gently wiping her tears away. " you ask me why, but i fear my reasons may be wholly selfish. i care about you so much and believe there is still more to your life. you will not always feel this way, misa. the sun will shine again for you. the rain has to dissipate at some point, right? "

when she finally came to, the model couldn't make out her surroundings, her vision blurry and her body numb. she wasn't aware that she had been pulled into her bathroom and made to throw up the several bottles worth of pills she had taken. fair lids were heavy, her head spinning violently as misa tried to remember what happened, vision fading in and out -- she couldn't hear soryn begging for her to stay, the sound of their voice fading into the void that was her subconscious.

that's right... she had reached her breaking point. a year after light's death, on valentine's day, the day meant just for lovers. she wanted desperately to see him again, to be held in his arms again. misa wanted nothing more than to hear his voice. she knows he didn't fully love her in return, but it never made her own feelings falter -- yagami, light was her soulmate. the one she was always meant to be with.

misa, come on, please!! look at me!

in a moment of hopefulness, brown eyes, though still foggy and disoriented, looked towards the face of her savior, and she briefly saw light. oh, light... he had come to greet her at death's door. the blonde mustered up what strength she could in her arm, the movement slow and a little painful as she reached towards soryn's face.

" ... ligh...t... " she called weakly, failing to feel the skin underneath her fingertips, just as the vision of her beloved faded and she was greeted with the face of her dearest friend, " why... " she croaked softly, brown frantic as they scanned the demon's features, tears daring to prick at the edges of her eyes, " ... why..? " why would they save her from her fate?

@fiorserpen / soryn and misa

as misa praises them, their smile grows. " only for you, my dear. " they hear the ruffle of fabric when she starts changing clothes and they reach into the oven to take out the trays of cookies. ah, baked to perfection! soryn sets them in a cooling rack and turns off the oven, hanging their oven mitt back up. the clean up the counters and their phone is nestled back between their ear and shoulder as they clean the dishes they dirtied.

" of course, of course. you know me; i remember such things and i would never order or make something you shouldn't eat too much of. " it does bother them a little that she watches her figure so much, but the modeling industry was rough like that. soryn considers themself fortunate that it's easier for them to keep their body looking the same.

soryn moves toward the front door, unlocking it, petting the top of daisy's head as they head back to the kitchen. " i believe you. i think it would be lovely if we cooked something together. " they agree with a loving smile, looking through their pantry and refrigerator to get some ideas for dinner. " the door is unlocked, by the way. all you have to do is walk in. just do not be surprised if daisy is excited to see you here. " soryn tells her with a soft laugh, telling daisy to stay by the door.

" you're, like, totes the best, sochi~!! " came another squeal as she shimmied into a more casual version of her usual gothic style; a dual colored corset top that was pink and black with ruffles above the breasts, the straps a ruffled black, and a tight black leather skirt atop fishnets, styled complete with her black platforms and a white rabbit bag ( the ears were floppy, the rabbit having red eyes and wearing a charcoal gothic lolita dress ).

" misa's fine with whatever! nothing with too much fat in it, though, misa-misa's manager would kill her if she gained any weight before the next shoot. " watching her figure was definitely the hardest thing she did as a model and actress, but it was part of her job, even if she hated it sometimes. misa wished she could frequently dine on more fatty and sweet foods.

with a delighted hum, misa picked back up her phone, leaning over her vanity to reapply her signature red lipstick before she headed out to soryn's place, " i think it'd be more romantic if we cooked together, sochi~ tasting what we make for each other to make sure it's just right, spoon feeding it to one another~!! " she chimed in a giddy, though soothing tone, a softness flashing into her gaze as she talked about it, " misa may not look like it, but she's a really good cook~! "

" sochi!! " misa exclaimed as she ran up to her significant other, wrapping her arms around his frame, the woman practically jumping, " it took!! we're gonna have a baby, sochi!! " misa's lips, perfectly glossed, were curled into a wide smile.

" oh right!! here-- " she handed soryn the ultrasound results, showcasing the embryo, " they're not too big yet, but misa already loves them so much!! "

soryn's eyes widen. they're... they're really going to have a baby? the IVF really worked? not that it's all that hard to believe, he just assumed it would take a little longer, especially since they were both told, as with any effort to have a child, there was no guarantee it would work. but it really did work. it really worked. they're going to have a baby.

his gaze lowers to the results as she shows them to him, his heart skipping a beat. his thumb gently brushes over the image of the embryo, beginning to smile now. " oh, misa... i love them so much, too. " soryn breathes out, wrapping his arms around her, holding her close and tight. " i feel so happy! " he laughs, picking her up and spinning her around. setting misa down, he cups her face in his hands and peppers her in kisses. " we must celebrate this, yes? i would say champagne is in order, but even i know you can not have that. still, how about dinner? anywhere you want to go, it will be my treat! "

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. ( misa to soryn )

" you get comfortable right there and i will be back soon with soup, okay? " soryn smiles, kissing her forehead and heading into the kitchen. they've been happy to take care of her during her sabbatical from modeling, even whenever she falls ill with a cold. right now, she's curled up on the couch, bundled up in blankets. soryn wanted her to stay in bed but she wanted to watch movies and cuddle up against them, and, usually, misa got what misa wanted. they don't mind obliging her, they just wish she'd get more rest! rest always does the human body good. and now she's hungry, which is good, so soryn offered to make soup for her.

soryn decides to make something fairly quick and definitely easy: chicken noodle soup. it seems to be what a lot of humans enjoy when they're under the weather. getting the noodles, chicken broth and seasonings from the pantry, they cast a glance toward misa as they head back into the kitchen, just a cursory glance to make sure she's still okay, and they stop just inside of the kitchen. are... are they imagining things? are their eyes playing tricks on them? never before has someone looked at soryn with longing, such yearning. they would look back to double check, but her attention is probably already back in the television. were they merely imagining that look in her eyes? is it wishful thinking? soryn sets everything on the counter, unsure. it's... no, no, surely it's only wishful thinking. they saw only what they wanted to see. there's no way they have a chance with someone as sweet and kind and wonderful and beautiful as the misa amane.

...right?

the demon's mind runs a mile a minute as they resume their meal preparation in the kitchen. of course they don't have a chance. what a silly and stupid thing to believe. they sigh softly to themself and shake their head. she's an amazing human being and they're, well, them. a demon. though misa knows well enough about that by now, soryn is sure she wouldn't want them because of that. of course she wouldn't. and yet... despite what seems like the high probability that she could never want them, they do want her. they want to be hers and they want her to be theirs, together forever. or rather... until misa passes of old age. that day will come and it'll hurt, soryn knows that. they also know of that age old quote, ''tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all'. despite their own silly worries, she did look longingly at them, didn't she? maybe... they do have a chance.

soryn soon finished in the kitchen, bringing with them a piping hot bowl of soup, a folded dish towel tucked under their arm. they gaze warmly down at her, a gentle smile forming on their lips. they say that when you look at someone you love, your pupils dilate, and soryn's pupils are in fact dilated, because gods, they love misa. they kiss her fever-warmed forehead and place the folded towel in her hands before placing the bowl atop the towel, just so she wouldn't have to worry about burning her hands.

" here you go, misa. homemade soup, just for you. " because there's little soryn wouldn't do for her.

[ BABYSIT ] for one muse to take care of the other after they stumbled home drunk ( misa and soryn and misa is sloshed af )

scenarios. / accepting!

" come, my love, let us get you inside, okay? " soryn holds her close as she leans against him, reaching into his pocket with his free hand for the keys. goodness, it's a good thing alcohol has no effect on him, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to drive his inebriated wife home! he gets the door open, hanging the keys up on the hook by the door. he guides misa to the bedroom, sitting her down on the bed, helping her out of her jacket, shrugging off his own, draping them over the bed for now.

moving away, soryn retrieves some clean pajamas for them both from a drawer, setting them beside his wife. he sees her reach out for him, attempting to get a bit handsy, leaning up to kiss him. he chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. " not tonight, misa. not until you are sober, okay? " he smiles lovingly when she pouts, leaning in to kiss her temple. " tomorrow night, i promise. " soryn assures her, helping her out of her clothes and into the pajamas, a black tank top with a pink skull and crossbones and a pair of black shorts with the same design printed all over them. misa had fallen in love with the little pajama set when she found them. " there we go, almost ready for bed. " soryn quickly changes as well into something a little less coordinated, a mismatched crop top and shorts. he gets misa back up onto her feet and into the bathroom, helping her wash her face and brush her teeth. " now you are ready. " the demon smiles, kissing her forehead before helping her back into the bedroom and into bed, pressing more kisses to her face after tucking her in. " i will be in bed soon, my love. " pulling away, soryn retrieves the cup from the bathroom, filling it with water and getting out some tylenol, setting the glass and the pills by her head. she'll probably wake with one hell of a headache.

he gets more ready for bed and soon pulls back the covers, climbing in beside her. soryn hums in content and snakes his arms around her middle, holding her close. " sleep well, misa. "

soryn returns home from work, glancing off to the side to see murasaki working on homework in the dining room. he moves over to her, kissing the top of her head before ruffling her hair a little. " i will shower and then i will start working on dinner, okay? " he hugs her before moving away and heading into the bathroom. the demon showers, changes into something more comfortable, and makes his way to the kitchen now, casting another glance toward his daughter and smiling. he was proud of how well she was doing in school, as well as adapting to life with him.

while he didn't anticipate becoming a mother, he doesn't regret it one bit. he'd go back and do it over and over again if it meant adopting murasaki and having her in his life, taking care of her and providing for her to the best of his ability. it was rewarding, really, especially with her progress toward coming more and more out of her shell. murasaki was the best daughter soryn could ever hope or ask for, regardless of everything to come.

he gathers ingredients from the refrigerator and pantry, humming to himself until he hears what can only sound like an explosion, the shockwave rippling through the apartment as the air hums and crackles with electricity. what the hell? then comes the sound of mura's voice, panicked and frightened, crying as she calls for her mother from the dining room. heart racing, soryn rushes to her side, moving to sit beside her.

" what is it? what happened? " his expression is one of great worry as an arm is immediately wrapped around her, holding her close. " i am here; are you okay? are you hurt? "

@rigelig / starter call.

@rigelig / starter call.

soryn sips his drink, looking over the video games mephisto had laid out. " i usually prefer horror games. " he hums, picking up each case and studying it, flipping it over to read the back. he does have some horror games, soryn notices, but he still looks through all of them. finally he picks up one of the cases; it was for one of the more recent mario kart games. " this is multiplayer, yes? how about we play this one, then. "

@rigelig / starter call.

soryn wanders the store with his beloved, holding her hand as they walk together. he knows she's itching to get to the baby section, so he lets her lead him there, watching as she marvels over all the cute baby onesies and the toys and books. what they're really here for, though, is the crib. soryn was letting her pick one out but misa had yet to find one she really liked. still, she had a good feeling about this particular department store.

he moves away a little, looking at the cribs once they get to them. soryn was a little less concerned about aesthetic and more interested in function. stopping, he squats down, reading one of the boxes. it happens to be cute and functional, exactly what they're both looking for, soryn looks to misa. " my love, what about this one? " he asks, picking up the box so she wouldn't have to bend or squat down to read it herself.