.: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]

[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.