.: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. ))

Comments

[userunfriendly]

[ Carefully, he displaces Orion the pomchi so he can move closer to Sinclair. It's an unimaginably different relationship than he had with his family. But the sense of loss is something he can still grasp.

He reaches over to tug the cloak up a little higher and let his hand rest on Sinclair's shoulder. ]

You became the person you are because of their love. The imprint they left will remain with you no matter what. I believe that even if the memory can be taken from you, you'll still be able to see them in your own reflection.

[insinning]

[ Sinclair nods, hiding his face. Ah, this is embarrassing]

You think so? I...want them to be happy with the way I'm living. No matter what.

[userunfriendly]

From the little I saw, I think— no, I feel certain that they'll be happy as long as you're living happily.

[ And he's sure Sinclair knows that, because that's what the dungeon reflected. But if Sinclair needs to cry a bit, Michel won't tell. ]

[insinning]

...I hope so. You know, I used to think the only way they'd be happy with me if I was doing exactly what they wanted me to. They wanted me to go into biomedical engineering. They were leaders in prosthetics making, you see.

[Sinclair gives a little huff of a laugh. He's sharing stories now, things he feels like Michel would understand]

Except, engineering was so boring to me. I had to work twice as hard as my classmates to get any decent marks.

[userunfriendly]

[ Prosthetics? Michel blinks, a tiny bit surprised at the irony, and smooths his hand over Sinclair's shoulder again. ]

Your family had their own interests, and you have yours. Your sister, who read you all those stories... do you really think she'd be dissatisfied with you preferring literature?

[ Michel would have been touched, he thinks. And proud. Sinclair's real sibling could only have felt that more strongly. ]

[insinning]

...no. But she always had a soft spot for me. She went into business though, to lead the family company. She was good with people. She always knew what to say to calm people down.

[Unlike Sinclair]

[userunfriendly]

[ Michel can practically hear the parenthetical. He snorts softly. ]

Not notably one of my talents, either... But we need your tenacity as well.

[ But this is about the past, not the present. A promise he needs to engrave in his soul. He'll remember, for Sinclair. ]

What about your parents? Tell me your favorite memory of them.

[insinning]

Mm...they were always busy working, but they tried to make time for us. Even though sometimes my dad couldn't be home for dinner, they always made sure we had breakfast together.

[ There are other memories of course]

Mom didn't have as much time to cook for all of us when we got older, but she used to make kartoffelklosse with us once a month. I liked rolling the potato into shape, and putting whatever I wanted in the middle even if it wasn't traditional.

Dad...he was always taking me down to to his workshop to show me how things worked. He wanted to spend time with me, even if it went over my head... he's the one who got Aitla, our dog, because every family needed a dog to keep us on our toes.

[userunfriendly]

[ There's so much warmth in these mundane memories. Michel relaxes as he listens, his hand still settled firm on Sinclair's shoulder.

Sinclair's smile now is like the sunlight, warm and gentle. He wants to remember this, too. ]

They always wanted your happiness above all else.

[ And perhaps that made the pain of losing them all the worse. But he feels certain... if Sinclair can keep moving towards that happiness, that would be enough. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair nods, unfurling like a flower in the sunlight]

...yeah. I think I understand that now. I didn't, for far too long.

[userunfriendly]

...You're young. [ What "far too long." ] What matters is what happens from here.

[ Things would be well. The resolve he saw from Sinclair that day in the dungeon hasn't changed. With that, he'll be fine. ]

[insinning]

...yeah. You're right.

[It's a little weight. But it's been lifted already]