The More Things Change

[mithrarin]

Who: Dust, Marinette, and Wendy
When: December 23.
Where: Orihime's house.
What: Orihime isn't moving. Dust would like to know why.


[If this is bad news, Dust is still ready to cut down everything wrong about the world.]

[He shouldn't expect that, but he does. Which is why his measured pace down towards the river and the little house there carries with it intensity as sharp as a razor, his mouth fixed in a frown. But, well aware that he expects it and can get possibly a little too intense, he'd made sure to invite a counterbalance in the form of Wendy. And perhaps complicating matters further, when Marinette heard where he was heading she'd asked to come along, and he couldn't say no to her...]

[So, not for the first time, Wendy, Dust, and Dust's god set off to try to put things regarding Orihime right again.]

...Remind me to ask her about my suit while we're here. If I can. She was almost insistent the last time we talked and I never caught up with her about it.

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[mithrarin]

[The correct answer is complicated, twisting together Orihime's social expectations and Dust's sense of justice, the difference in power and station between an old goddess and a new shinki, and so much more.]

[The correct answer, though, isn't the right answer. Dust smiles, lifting his head slightly to actually meet Orihime's eyes with his own.]

Of course we are.