.:A Brief Interlude:.

[ganymed]

Who: Ganymede and people.
What: It's a meeting.
Where: Mac Anu, Ganymede's McMansion.
When: 10/12
Warnings: Nothing yet.
MAC ANU ~ GANYMEDE'S MCMANSION



The everpresent afternoon sunset hangs, echoing picturesque across the glass windows apparent at each spot within the large building. In a large room full of tables and what not are heaps of various cuisine settled here or there. Seafood, pastas, drinks, the like; Mediterranean style so if nobody likes that...gomen.

Ganymede has made it clear that he prefers people to be here in order to get themselves together. Sorted, somehow. They're all acting with a sort of independence he seems disinterested in disturbing, but he wants the prospect of potential solutions to be floated along.

If someone has new information they can share, well, it is encouraged. If not, he hopes that they will at least participate in some way.

It now begins.

 

(( OOC Note: People will not be attacked by monsters once within the McMansion, including pool area. ))

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[insinning]

[ Sinclair carefully hugs Hani, avoiding his injury]

Your arm will need to be in a sling for awhile.

[ It was the collar bone that was broken, wasn't it? Ah ]

I understand...anger is exhausting.

[tinged]

[ they nod. that’s fine, it’s fine… ]

Not getting what I want from it is… Perhaps exhausting as you say. Or maybe something else…?

[insinning]

[It's not fine. They don't have the freedom to be carefree about broken bones anymore. He reaches into his inventory and (assuming Nanashi has bandaged Hani's shoulder to secure it) gets another length of bandages. Give him your arm, Hani]

Something else...?

[Coaxing, gentle.]

[tinged]

[ oh course, emil gets everything. if hani has it to give, then it goes to emil if he wants.

(except maybe their heart because that is a thing kept in someone else’s chest.)

they open their mouth. no words, no easy ones come to mind. describe it, then… ]

Whatever it is… it’s bleeding into me. The water was so clear before.

[insinning]

[He's careful and gentle as he places Hani's arm in a sling. He's soft, soliticious]

... it's easier isn't it, when our anger was only directed at CCCorp. Now everything feels so muddled.

[If there is ice, he's wrapping it up in a towel and pressing it to Hani's shoulder]

[tinged]

It was easiest when I was a little less human than this. When I wasn’t…

[ they try to say a name that they don’t know. but that’s impossible so they don’t say anything at all.

after a moment of watching emil work on their shoulder: ]

Some things are still very clear. [ they brush his cheek with their good hand. this. they love him. in this universe, in every universe. ] But others… yes, other things are… muddled. What is happening to us, Emil-kun?

[insinning]

Hani. Have you also...

[ Sinclair has spent enough time with Hani to know tha nuances in Hani's reactions, the layers of meaning wrapped up in ambiguity and Hani-like wisdom .

There is something wrong here]

... we're losing ourselves. He's taken something from all of us already, but we don't know what.

[tinged]

We don’t?

[ have they lost anything? ]

I must still have everything if you’re still calling me your honey.

[insinning]

...what? Hani... that's your name. H a n i. Remember? It was what you told me to call you when we first met.

[ Also, he doesn't do nicknames.

Ah. This is... ]

Do you remember what you told me in the tent?

[tinged]

No, I don’t have a name. [ they sound certain. ] But I do remember… We talked about the voices and your family.

[insinning]

...you have one. One you chose for yourself. I don't know why you forgot it, but to me you're 'Hani'.

[ Sinclair leans forward, cups Hani's cheeks. Close. Warm. Ah. He doesn't like this at all. But Hani hadn't changed without their name. Not like--]

The memories of Hani are warm and sad, wonderful and strange. I told you that day names carry memories. What name do you think I was talking about then?

[tinged]

[ they lean into the cradle of his hands, despite the protest from their body. but it’s emil and they will never not react to his love. ]

If you feel that way, I don’t mind being this Hani for you. [ they don’t understand why he would. he says they’ve forgotten, and they trust him, so maybe that’s true, but didn’t he also lose something, too? whose memories are correct here? ]

I remember those words… but I don’t remember why it would be my… name… and not yours. Memories of Emil are warm and sad, wonderful and -

[ they stop. not strange. strange is them. oh. ]

[insinning]

...I understand. He took your name, the way he took Nanashi's memories.

[ Sinclair murmurs, his brow furrowing. He presses a light kiss to Hani's forehead, trying to hold himself strong. Flickers of anger burn keenly at the edges of his heart, but it's not at anyone in reach here. Rather...]

...I want you to feel like Hani fits you the way Hayanari didn't again. So you can remember the ways all the different people you love said your name.

[tinged]

[ they want to give emil what he wants, but is it possible for them? they don’t know this name at all. ]

… Can you not love me without this name? Could you find me in the other universes if I don’t have a name?

[insinning]

[He leans against Hani, on his good side, gentle as he holds together all his feelings. It hurts, rising up in his chest. Tylor had lost his loving memories of his parents. And now Hani has lost their name after searching so long for one that suited them the most.]

...I would love you regardless. I think there is only one "you" I could call out to in the world. But I want you to hear all the different kinds of love that colours the name "Hani" that can only belong to you. When Justy calls to you...what do you hear?

[tinged]

[ just the mention of justy’s name and they bloom, soft. ]

He says “Hani” a beat too long, so I thought he was saying “honey.”

[ hanii, hanii - ]

I hear in his voice, in his eyes… I hear “just right.”

[insinning]

[ So Hani can still hear it. Ways in which their love still colours that name]

That's right. It's a wonderful name, with all these colours and memories

[ Hm ]

Maybe Lily took away why you picked it...but I want you to hear everyone's love in that name before you make any decisions about it. If you remember that...

[tinged]

It's that important? [ then where did it come from? why do they have it? who gave it to them? ] I... I suppose it must be if I told you I picked it. I've been looking for so long, waiting for the right name to reach me.

... Lily took Hani. [ they're trying to wrap their mind around this, but sections feel foggy, vague in a way that disorients their thoughts. walking down the corridor of their mind and reaching the last door only to find that the section in between is gone. and it just repeats. and repeats. ] And Hani is important. What if... Lily takes you, too? Or Justy? Or Gani-kun?

[ so many other names come to mind. kara. winter. morgan. bear. amon. oria. names upon names. ]

How - how do I stop that?

[insinning]

[How do you stop that? Sinclair thinks: They can't, not really]

...Lily took 'Hani'. But 'Hani' lives on in the rest of us, our hearts, our memories. That's why we keep calling for you.

[He takes Hani's non-injured hand and squeezes]

I think...it's the same for us. Maybe Lily will try to steal what makes us 'us', but...I believe we can hold onto each other all the same.

[tinged]

Oh - like this. [ they bring his hand up to their chest, where it hurts, and hold it there. the beat of their heart, the tremor of waters rippling. ] I keep all of you in here, where it’s safe.

Maybe I didn’t have Hani in there yet. [ which would make sense. they are low priority, with the directives being only to live and love. ] But Emil-kun… Emil is there. I’ll keep calling for you, so I don’t forget that.

[insinning]

[Sinclair nods, resting his hand there]

And I'll keep you in mine. "Hani", until you're ready to take it back, if you want to take it back.

[He will love Hani with everything he has. Hani is high priority, and deserves to be loved in turn]

[tinged]

[ what if that never happens? they want to ask. but colors and memories he said. could they ever forget the gold of his eyes and not recognize it as so… no, never.

they lean over and kiss him just once on the lips.

they want to believe that, just like his radiant eyes, his love will be impossible to forget. if some of it is in “hani,” then yes, perhaps… one day… ]

I think I would like to take it back one day.

[insinning]

[He closes his eyes, accepting the kiss. Light and chaste.]

...then I'll keep it safe until you're ready.