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altimit2023-10-29 12:29 pm
gluttoning) wrote in altimit2023-10-29 12:29 pm
10/29 --- Δ Haggard Traveler’s Reprieve?????
Who: ??? & you!
What: Something's starting...
Where: Δ Haggard Traveler’s Reprieve (Twilight Shoreline)
When: Sunday, 10/29
Warnings: Will be added as needed.
( Perhaps intrigued by the mail allegedly sent by CC Corp, perhaps visiting the Shoreline by chance, gating into the Area goes as it always does, until the music stays cut for longer than it should, and the black, liminal transition screen lingers for a little too long. The seconds tick on. They near turn to minutes. You can't struggle, you can't argue— you can only simply be, and it occurs to you that maybe you'll be trapped midway here, conscious, for maybe forever.
And then you hear static. Your vision warps; pixels strain into words, blurred and unstable. You see them combat for your attention; you see— )
( And then you load in. )
( POST NAVIGATION )
( Sign-in Comment (Mandatory) • How to Play • Mechanics
Phase 1 • Round 1 • Round 2 • Round 3 • Round 4 • Round 5 • Round 6
Phase 2 • Round 7 • Round 8 • Round 9 • Round 10 •
Round 11 • Round 12
Epilogue )
What: Something's starting...
Where: Δ Haggard Traveler’s Reprieve (Twilight Shoreline)
When: Sunday, 10/29
Warnings: Will be added as needed.
( Perhaps intrigued by the mail allegedly sent by CC Corp, perhaps visiting the Shoreline by chance, gating into the Area goes as it always does, until the music stays cut for longer than it should, and the black, liminal transition screen lingers for a little too long. The seconds tick on. They near turn to minutes. You can't struggle, you can't argue— you can only simply be, and it occurs to you that maybe you'll be trapped midway here, conscious, for maybe forever.
And then you hear static. Your vision warps; pixels strain into words, blurred and unstable. You see them combat for your attention; you see— )
( And then you load in. )
( POST NAVIGATION )
( Sign-in Comment (Mandatory) • How to Play • Mechanics
Phase 1 • Round 1 • Round 2 • Round 3 • Round 4 • Round 5 • Round 6
Phase 2 • Round 7 • Round 8 • Round 9 • Round 10 •
Round 11 • Round 12
Epilogue )
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It's so strange, after all this time. To hear him say it so frankly, that he wants something. That he actually wants something.
It hits a little harder than anything else, leaving him silent and softened, his touch against face and that fisted palm against his collar both cupping him closer - against the line of his jaw, pressing that fist down against the beat of his chest, where his heart ticks in slightly rapid time.]
...I'm here, Morgan. I'm here.
[He can't promise he'll stay forever. He can barely promise to tomorrow. But...]
...Would you let me take you to beaches and restaurants? To see the stars and taste everything that's good in the world?
I think... I'd like that. I think a future like that...
I'd want something delicious to share with you, too.
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... Yeah. I'd like that. I'll try the things you like, and... I'll learn the things I like, so you can taste them, too. I'm... going to try to stay.
( Alive. Not one foot out the door, on his way to revenge; he will kill Cubia, and he's undecided on the professor, but... Even if he's not sure if he wants to live, he understands now that these things he wants, however agonizing it is to want, make him... happier, than the relief he feels imagining himself empty and gone.
He spreads his fingers out against Barrett, beat and pulse meeting, from chest to palm. )
... Your heart's beating fast.
( hehe )
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It feels like something so heavy has suddenly been removed from his chest. And it feels unfair, to have this sort of release, when he knows Morgan's still so angry with him. But he's never been good at keeping his feelings off his sleeve when it came out strong, and now is no different, face colored and smile soft and eyes staying on him, only him for the moment, affectionate and so grateful.]
Is it? [He gives a tired chuckle that rumbles the space under their hands.]
I don't mind. It doesn't feel bad.
...How are your legs? Are you in pain at all?
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He still wants to kill Lily— no, Cubia. He still wants to brutalize Cubia in unspeakable ways. But, right now... Right now, he can keep from looking toward the person he wants to kill, and look toward the person he's with.
He pauses, when asked about his physical state. Good question! )
... I can't really feel them. Not pins and needles. It's just like they're not there. Moving them feels like I have a bad signal.
( But he can, sort of, if badly and weakly. He's not worried about it, which isn't necessarily a good sign because he never worries about his physical state, but he does think he can brute force them into working if he keeps at it. )
... How about yours?
( The cast... )
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Maybe it's like, muscle waste or something? You weren't using them for a while... but if you can move them, that means you're not paralyzed. Maybe we can get them working again.
[It feels strange to have that information suddenly on hand again, of all the experience with his time in the gym and his intense focus on keeping his own body in shape. It feels certain in a way it might not have only days ago.]
...It feels about as bad as I remember from before. [A weak chuckle, attempting to shift his upper body weight with his hands, not unlike how Macha had to exist the week prior.] At least I'm not still in that hospital bed, though.
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( He says, agreeing. Revenge motivated him out of immobility once; it can do it again. (And maybe the homies. Maybe.)
As for Barrett... He purses his lips. He's still pissed off about Barrett's leg snapping. But, with the Waves... it's particularly dangerous. )
... Maybe I can make you something to help you get around if I max out my professions. ( He would've already been maxed if not for Cubia hospitalizing him once and then Phasing him another time. He's definitely peeved about it. ) If it hurts... There might be some mixture of ingredients that can act as painkillers.
( ...
He lets his hands fall from Barrett, and pulls himself closer to him. Almost a lean. His stern expression has returned with some grimness, but he's not spilling fury the way he was before. )
We'll figure it out.
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[His voice falls quiet as he meets that stern look with one that still brims, albeit much lighter, with an exhausted adoration. It really is nice to have Morgan back.
But he lets his smile drop to something a little more neutral, pushing his weight against one wrist so he can drop the other to the crook of Morgan's neck.]
Don't push yourself too much.
I don't think I'm going anywhere for a while. But... maybe it's better, if I don't. I won't like it very much. But I remember a lot of the words people tried to say to me. How much you all cared.
That I'm loved for what I am, not what I will be. So maybe... it's okay. If I'm not the strong one right now.
[It feels like it cracks something, deep within him, to want to commit to an idea like that. But when one has no other options, acceptance is the only way to move forward... and he's so tired of the downward spiral.]
I won't expect it from you, either. Okay? I know whatever you do, you'll do with everything you have.
Just... don't burn out on me.
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He looks up at Barrett as he speaks, his attention taken from his anxious thoughts of Cubia coming for Barrett; for Barrett's safety; for— becoming a tool in a greater machine meant to harm the people he was just starting to recognize he loved. And he gazes at Barrett, eyes fixed, listening, as Barrett says the things that maybe Mithrun couldn't really express in the right words, but wanted Barrett to understand, all the same.
He still has that fluffy scarf on him, even if he's not wearing it now (great for photos, not so great for moving your head, or visibility). In the space between Barrett's lips coming closed and Mithrun's first impulse, encouraged in part by Barrett's affection and the warmth at his neck, he whips the scarf around the back of Barrett's head a little like a lasso suddenly, and takes the other end with his other hand. He pulls Barrett down, and presses in for a kiss; not lingering, not long, more a statement than glib affection, hidden behind the mass wall of his scarf. )
... I'll always come back to you. So rest and recover, so we can go out to eat when I come back with good news.
1/2
It catches him off guard at first, how fast Morgan moves to trap him and pull him down. A syllable of confusion is barely echoing in his throat before their lips are together.]
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I'd like that.
...I wish I could be there to help you. Or... to tell you to stay. [It's selfish, and from how he can't meet Morgan's eyes, he is very aware of how selfish that desire is.] But I know this is something you need to do. For closure, and for everybody else. So...
[Both hands slip to rest up against either side of Morgan's jawline - a bare touch, cherishing.]
I want to make sure you have what you need. Whatever it is I can do to help... I'll do it.
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Unrequited love, in some way, is pretty easy. There's not so much you can do about a failure to connect but lament. Making things work, learning to understand a language not your own and forming a pidgin between the two of you— that's a lot harder. )
... Okay. I'll tell you what I need. So... talk to me.
( What he'd asked of Barrett when all of everything with Cubia was getting worse, but also— what he'd told Barrett at the hospital. There are things he can and will ask of Barrett to better brace the both of them for the coming danger, but— what does Mithrun need, besides the things necessary to survive? Not very much. Not much at all.
He just likes talking to him. He missed that. )
... I'm not leaving you alone, though. ( Legs aside, there's— ) Especially not if there's a chance Cubia might approach you again. I'm not letting him harass you.
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[He's missed it. Just talking, without his own lies or Morgan's anger or Cubia's meddling getting in the way. It's almost shameful, the way he feels that any of those had really put a stop to it.
He pauses considerably, a hand moving to tighten again his own shirt. Seeing the teleport still in his menu. Seeing the key item that still floats as a part of him, still immovable.]
If Lil... Cubia does something, he won't let any of us stop it. Even if you're right there. But if it does happen, we'll figure it out. Together this time.
I don't want to let him hurt us. But... I don't want to see you hurt yourself worrying about me, either.
...
Can we take it one day at a time, Morgan?
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He pauses. He hadn't realized he'd been so worried, all this time. He'd felt it, but he'd never stepped back and put it into words. He'd never put himself on pause like this, not even with Niamh. But ever since Barrett's leg snapped, or maybe since some timebefore, he's... not known what to do, about Barrett; about caring for another person so, so much. )
... One day at a time...
( He repeats it, his voice a murmur, like he's trying to parse it. It's hard, not to think about tonight, tomorrow, next week; that whatever would happen to Barrett and the people they know would happen, no matter what; that they could not stop it, no matter it might hurt or alter them. No matter how much it might break Barrett.
But right now they're okay, in that piecewise view. Right now they came back from something they had no right to come back from, and Barrett is here, and talking to him, and wants to work things out with him.
In that piecewise view, maybe that's enough.
Finally, he nods. )
... I'm not... letting go of you again. I won't accept it. I won't allow it. But, for right now...
( In that piecewise view, a day at a time... )
... You should rest. I'll stay with you. ( A double nap together, though he finds it hard to understand he himself is tired, too. ) And then... I want to have a meal with you.
( And this is a desire he knows of; this is a desire he speaks with clear understanding, when it leaves his lips. )
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[His hand lifts briefly, if only to put his fingers very gently against that point of tension in Mithrun's brow. A silent acknowledgement of here, here's where I see it.]
I'll ask Dehya to help me home. Take all the time you need. See if Memoir or one of the others can help you when you're ready to go.
[Still, something settles just a bit askew, just enough that he can't leave it unspoken, fingers tracing down to Morgan's lips.]
I won't float away, Morgan. Don't be afraid. You can hold on without gluing us both to the ground, okay?
I'll be here for you.