For all that it was purposefully vague, the references were soon clear between what Ren, Ghost, and Aoba pieced together. The Mighty One was the original Chosen One that caused the paradox. His efforts bought Earth more time, but also disrupted the original layout of portals. The only known maps had been taken by the humans that left Earth in mass exodus whom eventually evolved into the Awoken. Any other records were destroyed, though certainly not by the Ishtar collective; they had wanted to collect all knowledge in the universe, but someone came in and deliberately wiped the sparse remaining portal maps.
As best he could figure, Ghost suggested they continue the search in the Reef. The royal family would know about the maps, even if they were no longer in their possession. Bread crumbs.
While the others labored over academic questions, Declan's were more carnal. He tried to rouse himself manually, only to be mildly disgusted by the act bereft of context. When he tried imagining a different scenario, visualizing more of Aoba's body than he'd seen casually, pretending on a wild whim that the man were in the shower with him? Then the Titan had to panic over what to do with a sudden, slow boiling erection, since "jerking off" was too distressing because he'd gotten to that point being lecherous and inappropriate. Masturbation wasn't necessary, he screeched at himself internally, mentally flogging himself for the indecency of it all. Aoba would be so upset! He shouldn't have imagined those things, shouldn't have pretended for even a moment.
He was aching and miserable by the time he finally crept guiltily from the shower to slump into the pilot seat. He felt so uncomfortable in his own skin and desperately widhed he hadn't kept opening that door a little further every time he got curious. Even though he was mostly flaccid by then, to him it felt like at any moment Aoba might comment on his MASSIVE AROUSAL. Of course in his baggy sweats nothing looked out of the ordinary, but Declan certainly felt it.
He just hoped he could think of something else enough to banish the rest, immediately pulling up a general Japanese culture book. Surely talk of festivals and shrines would be a goid distraction...
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As best he could figure, Ghost suggested they continue the search in the Reef. The royal family would know about the maps, even if they were no longer in their possession. Bread crumbs.
While the others labored over academic questions, Declan's were more carnal. He tried to rouse himself manually, only to be mildly disgusted by the act bereft of context. When he tried imagining a different scenario, visualizing more of Aoba's body than he'd seen casually, pretending on a wild whim that the man were in the shower with him? Then the Titan had to panic over what to do with a sudden, slow boiling erection, since "jerking off" was too distressing because he'd gotten to that point being lecherous and inappropriate. Masturbation wasn't necessary, he screeched at himself internally, mentally flogging himself for the indecency of it all. Aoba would be so upset! He shouldn't have imagined those things, shouldn't have pretended for even a moment.
He was aching and miserable by the time he finally crept guiltily from the shower to slump into the pilot seat. He felt so uncomfortable in his own skin and desperately widhed he hadn't kept opening that door a little further every time he got curious. Even though he was mostly flaccid by then, to him it felt like at any moment Aoba might comment on his MASSIVE AROUSAL. Of course in his baggy sweats nothing looked out of the ordinary, but Declan certainly felt it.
He just hoped he could think of something else enough to banish the rest, immediately pulling up a general Japanese culture book. Surely talk of festivals and shrines would be a goid distraction...