Who 🪨 Albedo and Co. What 🪨 Innocent events. When 🪨 :> Where 🪨 ΘNatural Wooden Sunrise, ΔDark Remarkable Cinema, Net Slum Content Warnings 🪨 Nothing to worry about.
[ His cheeks warm when he hears that, all the way to his ears. Closing his eyes for a moment upon feeling the kiss. Oh. Wait, their marshmallows...he opens his eyes again. ]
You could, but you need not feel obliged.
[ Albedo's protest is half-hearted at best, though. But at the other comment, he adds in good humor, considering his current position: ]
[ ...They'll be here all day, yeah? Well, that is exactly the intent. ]
I see. So you have been cataloguing these things in your head all along...
[ An expected result, given their relation, but when he says that aloud, Albedo does feel faintly pleasantly embarrassed. ]
An equal exchange of power...no, not just that. It is simply another piece of explicit evidence of us giving part of our own hearts to one another, sharing in each other's affection to the grandest degree. An irrefutably high expression of adoration, undefined by reason and developments itself due to being reached even within a world of virtual reality where realism collides, amongst the attempts to erode our identity.
[ How domestic...Albedo would enjoy it. His husbando cooking him food (because he has a small appetite and might forget during research-) and indulging his sweet tooth.
Anyway, he leans into the expression of affection, even deepening the kiss once again, holding on tight to the other.
This is really what being a couple is what it's about, isn't it? Though, he just parts away from the other just to breathe, face flushed, and smiling a little. ]
Should we head into our tents now? Or do you want to take a little walk around the camping grounds?
I see, I see. So, you were certainly thinking all along about us sharing in each other's warmth under a blanket within a tent? That's reasonable enough for the basis of your choice to me.
There's also a blanket rolled out courtesy of Albedo, and there is a corner where more blankets are stacked upon another. He begins to kick off his boots, to leave them at the opening of the tent, reaching with one hand to close it behind him. ]
There. I believe most of our preparations are all set. Unless, well, we wanted to tell a scary story while huddled together for warmth.
...That could be due to our memories being rearranged.
[ Leaning on over to kiss his cheek again. ]
As in, our real life ones being torn from us not unlike a limb, and us suffering by feeling certain phantom pains when we reach out for it. Yet, resistance of some kind once healing has scabbed over what was left.
Well, you won't have to be concerned with me calling you anything else but your real name.
Thank you. It's frustrating to know that another me is existing, but I know nothing of him or what his life was like. It feels almost like a missing piece to a larger puzzle...one that won't be solved until I learn more about who I'm supposed to be.
[ Albedo says in a tone that seems like the way he usually speaks in because that is Just How He Is, but all the same...
When the other male shares this, naturally Albedo feels inclined to not let him be alone in this. A show of solidarity, and as a way of making good on what they have said to each other.
I wrote down as much as I could, certain details about my own life. But, knowing what is in those pages doesn't bring about recollection, nor does it incite any form of memory recall. That being said, memories are not so easily taken away; they are still ingrained in our bodies in certain ways...included habitual responses to certain stimuli without a seemingly plausible explanation can make things difficult.
But, I digress. My own frustrations dealt less with my own lack of memory, given my preparedness, despite the fact that I could not document every step of my own life. It was of my perceived future, and a perceived helplessness surrounding that.
I remember your promise. Truthfully, even though I found it relieving to hear it...it took awhile for me to accept it at times. But, you have an odd way of making uncertainty sounding ... certain.
[ It's why, even though he hasn't changed his plans, there's no desperation edged to it. He thinks that if he hadn't grown closer to the other male, he might have snapped. Lost control. ]
That being the case, I could not say I had never felt frustration of my own. Desperation, despair...those things do seem more distant now.
That being said, I believe I can grant you one in return:
Of all the promises we made together, I will assert what you claimed will come true. That we shall recover our lost memories, and return to our previous lives. You will be at my side every step of the way, and everything we do, it will be in concert with one another.
[ Yes...this is the source of his determination. The small connections he's made here are important. Irrefutably etched in stone. Even in their hearts where those doubts are seated, they will have one another to embrace. ]
[ He's glad he can put Albedo's worries at ease, and that promise... He likes that. He likes the idea of being able to see everything at Albedo's side.
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[ He shakes his head and pulls Albedo a little closer. ]
I like hearing about what you're thinking, even if you feel like you're rambling. Especially if there's something bothering you.
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Bothering me...I suppose yes, this can be considered to be well within that category.
It always feels as if I can do exactly that, when I'm with you. Though, it may not be readily apparent I am unused to such things.
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[ He presses a kiss to the top of the other's head. ]
You can lean on me as much as you'd like. I want to be here for you.
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You could, but you need not feel obliged.
[ Albedo's protest is half-hearted at best, though. But at the other comment, he adds in good humor, considering his current position: ]
...I suppose that includes literally, yes?
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[ Lean on him more, Albedo!! ]
So do that whenever you want to, okay? I will never say no or turn you away.
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[ Albedo asks, tone still light. ]
...You should understand handing me too much power could be ill-advised.
[ He's breaking out the teasing, but he is taking what is being said seriously. ]
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[ Please, Albedo. Don't make him start listing things. ]
You should share some of it with me, then. I want to make you happy, too.
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I see. So you have been cataloguing these things in your head all along...
[ An expected result, given their relation, but when he says that aloud, Albedo does feel faintly pleasantly embarrassed. ]
An equal exchange of power...no, not just that. It is simply another piece of explicit evidence of us giving part of our own hearts to one another, sharing in each other's affection to the grandest degree. An irrefutably high expression of adoration, undefined by reason and developments itself due to being reached even within a world of virtual reality where realism collides, amongst the attempts to erode our identity.
Ah...how truly fascinating.
[ ...
This is your boyfriend, Noé. ]
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Um...I'm not sure what you just said, but...
[ Noé leans in and gives him a little peck on his cheek. ]
I think that means I make you happy, right?
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...Yes, that's exactly it.
[ Good thing he has a boyfriend like Noé, who will not judge him for his idiosyncrasies. He receives the kiss on his cheek well, though, closing his eyes for a moment, before he returns one of his own. ]
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Noé gladly accepts the kiss, and before Albedo can pull away entirely, Noé manages to catch him in a kiss to his lips. His hand moves up to gently cup Albedo's cheek.
If this is what love is like, he wants to experience it every day. Maybe he should learn how to do things, like cook breakfast, bake cakes... ]
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Anyway, he leans into the expression of affection, even deepening the kiss once again, holding on tight to the other.
This is really what being a couple is what it's about, isn't it? Though, he just parts away from the other just to breathe, face flushed, and smiling a little. ]
Should we head into our tents now? Or do you want to take a little walk around the camping grounds?
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Hmm. Both are tempting... ]
Mm, it's hard to choose. A walk sounds nice, but the tents would make it easier for cuddling.
[ Noé is very forward... ]
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[ His voice comes out as a tease. He stands up and extends a hand to one of Noé's, so they can walk hand-in-hand into a tent. Which already has like a lamp or something, presumably. Camping supplies!
There's also a blanket rolled out courtesy of Albedo, and there is a corner where more blankets are stacked upon another. He begins to kick off his boots, to leave them at the opening of the tent, reaching with one hand to close it behind him. ]
There. I believe most of our preparations are all set. Unless, well, we wanted to tell a scary story while huddled together for warmth.
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A scary story? You must have a lot of those.
[ What does this say about Albedo...we just don't know... ]
But if there's anything I can tell you, too, let me know what you want to hear about.
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I suppose I might...hm, in retrospect, perhaps a change of pace might be prudent.
[ :) ]
Why not tell me something on your mind you haven't spoken on before? It can be a small matter or as significant as you would like.
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[ What hasn't he told Albedo? Hmm. ]
My supposed real name is Noé. I like it. I would prefer it if more people called me that – and yet, it feels wrong, as if I should know why that is before I ask people to do so.
Still, I like it when you call me that.
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[ Leaning on over to kiss his cheek again. ]
As in, our real life ones being torn from us not unlike a limb, and us suffering by feeling certain phantom pains when we reach out for it. Yet, resistance of some kind once healing has scabbed over what was left.
Well, you won't have to be concerned with me calling you anything else but your real name.
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Thank you. It's frustrating to know that another me is existing, but I know nothing of him or what his life was like. It feels almost like a missing piece to a larger puzzle...one that won't be solved until I learn more about who I'm supposed to be.
Do you ever feel that frustration, Albedo?
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[ Albedo says in a tone that seems like the way he usually speaks in because that is Just How He Is, but all the same...
When the other male shares this, naturally Albedo feels inclined to not let him be alone in this. A show of solidarity, and as a way of making good on what they have said to each other.
He slips his arms around Noé from where they are, under the blanket. ]
I wrote down as much as I could, certain details about my own life. But, knowing what is in those pages doesn't bring about recollection, nor does it incite any form of memory recall. That being said, memories are not so easily taken away; they are still ingrained in our bodies in certain ways...included habitual responses to certain stimuli without a seemingly plausible explanation can make things difficult.
But, I digress. My own frustrations dealt less with my own lack of memory, given my preparedness, despite the fact that I could not document every step of my own life. It was of my perceived future, and a perceived helplessness surrounding that.
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[ Perceived helplessness...yeah, Memoir remembers that well. He leans into Albedo. ]
You remember my promise to you, right? That I will be there for you, no matter what the future brings. I believe you'll have one, Albedo.
You'll be okay. I promise.
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I remember your promise. Truthfully, even though I found it relieving to hear it...it took awhile for me to accept it at times. But, you have an odd way of making uncertainty sounding ... certain.
[ It's why, even though he hasn't changed his plans, there's no desperation edged to it. He thinks that if he hadn't grown closer to the other male, he might have snapped. Lost control. ]
That being the case, I could not say I had never felt frustration of my own. Desperation, despair...those things do seem more distant now.
That being said, I believe I can grant you one in return:
Of all the promises we made together, I will assert what you claimed will come true. That we shall recover our lost memories, and return to our previous lives. You will be at my side every step of the way, and everything we do, it will be in concert with one another.
[ Yes...this is the source of his determination. The small connections he's made here are important. Irrefutably etched in stone. Even in their hearts where those doubts are seated, they will have one another to embrace. ]
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Noé grins at him in response, and he leans in to nuzzle his cheek with his nose. He's just that happy, and he gives Albedo a little squeeze. ]
I'd be honored to, Albedo. I like the sound of that a lot.
[ He's happy. Their time here isn't over yet, but he can dream. ]
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Hearing that from you sincerely makes me happy.
[ Noé still looks at him so gently, so happy. Noé who has happily supported him, from that day when he turned towards him and asked him to destroy this world with him.
Noé, who never judged him for killing someone else. Noé who gives his whole being—his heart—to him, with hesitation. Feeling these little expressions of affection, the blond turns into the nuzzle, and after the squeeze, he shifts their position in the blankets, to give another, soft kiss against the other man's lips.
...May their dreams not only be dreams even when reality greets them, and the truth of the world beyond persists. ]
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His eyes are soft when he looks at the other. He almost wants to go in for seconds, but... ]
I'm glad. I'm happy whenever you are.
[ He means that, judging by the wide grin on his lips. He'll raise a hand to gently tuck a lock of hair behind Albedo's ear, too. ]
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