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.:Oh shit it's November:.
Who ⬤ Ganymede and Co.
What ⬤ You know what.
When ⬤ Nebulous times.
Where ⬤ Fine Wine, ΩQuiet Winter’s Wanderlust, Gany's McMansion, Net Slum, Protected Forbidden Pilgrim
Content Warnings ⬤ mentions of kidnapping, captivity, transphobia, dissociation, existential depression, and probably incoming other cws, lmao
What ⬤ You know what.
When ⬤ Nebulous times.
Where ⬤ Fine Wine, ΩQuiet Winter’s Wanderlust, Gany's McMansion, Net Slum, Protected Forbidden Pilgrim
Content Warnings ⬤ mentions of kidnapping, captivity, transphobia, dissociation, existential depression, and probably incoming other cws, lmao
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But, looking around, he feels like maybe...he might have grieved in a setting like this before. Without a certain memory, he can't be too sure, though, so he lets the fleeting deja vu pass. ]
...I want to be satisfied now. I'm a little afraid, of letting my grief hold me back.
[ ... ]
You know what it's like, just keeping on pushing forward through the pain, right? I'm more used to doing that, I think. I don't remember doing otherwise.
[ The last time he grieved, he doesn't remember. No, he does remember now thanks to Michel, but only one part of that. One other memory is still locked away. ]
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He doesn't know resilience, either. Not really. He clung to the one meager scrap of self he couldn't surrender until even that was ripped from his fingers. He's never pushed forward. He's only... refused to fall, until he did. It isn't the same. ]
...I don't. But that sounds... just like you. [ He remembers the sight of Ganymede, unmoving in his shock. Staring vacantly. He doesn't want that. ] As long as you remember that moving recklessly doesn't necessarily result in forward motion. I can't do much for you. But if we have the time to rest, you should take it.
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Knowing what he does of Michel, he always wondered, when he had no one to support him...how else did he move forward? Is that more endurance than strength as well? And in the end, is there much difference between either?
He doesn't know. But at Michel's words, he pauses a bit longer, before finally: ]
...Would you take it with me? Rest, that is.
I'm not used to being in a place like this by myself. So, maybe I'll be able to do it after all, if it's together with you.
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[ Are they really allowed to share a bed? He's never been to a hospital before, but it seems unlikely.
Then again, it's not a real hospital. And they're not doing anything untoward. He gives Ganymede's hair another little nuzzle and finally tugs him gently to see if he'll lie down. ]
But, I'll stay until then. If they make me go to another bed, I won't be far.
[ He won't fight the notion that he needs some rest of his own. If he did nothing for the next month but sleep, he wouldn't mind at all. ]
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[ Ganymede says this like he will fight the nurses.
They're not going to furrick in the hospital bed, it's true. They have shame! But, he feels the light nuzzle, and...for a moment, Michel might not observe the lying down happening because Ganymede is clinging pretty hard. Ha ha, how embarrassing, it isn't like he's afraid Michel is going to evaporate in his fingers and he has been dreaming this entire thing the whole time. That'd be crazy!
...Anyway. He relaxes his grip, and eventually, Michel can get him to lie down a bit, though it's like seeing a rock be laid on its side. Help. He tugs immediately on Michel's arm afterwards. ]
Well, at least you won't be far if they just...make you go to another bed, yeah. Anyway, join me properly.
[ Catch some well needed Z's, Michel. ]
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[ Although, maybe the nurses would agree that it would be the best thing for both their recovery. Michel blinks a little at the force of Ganymede's hold and goes still again, waiting for it to ease. He doesn't fight that little tug from Ganymede pulling him down afterwards, either.
One arm around Ganymede's waist. His face turned to half-smother himself in the pillow. He doesn't know if he'll sleep — and fall once again into nightmares — or if he'll lie awake, berating himself in circles over thoughts of Uta. But either way... better this than risking leaving himself alone with his own mind. ]
Does this really count as "proper"?
[ Considering the circumstances. But he'll close his eyes to sleep, tiny protest aside. ]
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[ Ganymede still pipes up, confident that he'll be able to deal with the nurses then, it's fine. But, with one arm securely around his waist, the blond can simply snuggle up to him properly.
...It's funny, he will take a little while to fall asleep himself. Just to make sure Michel doesn't vanish. But after a couple more hours, he can't resist sleep due to the warm and comforting feel of the other male close against him. ]
...Probably? Sweet dreams, my dear.
[ And then, he will fall asleep. ]
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[ Are those the words he'd used then? He can't remember, and he knows Ganymede can't. That first time falling asleep beside him in reality, his restless and uneasy dreams...
He's so much more unsettled now than he ever had imagined then. But there's still comfort in this, that soft endearment, even autotranslated. He holds onto that thought as he wills himself to drift off to sleep. ]