Who 🪨 Albedo and Co. What 🪨 Innocent events. When 🪨 :> Where 🪨 ΘNatural Wooden Sunrise, ΔDark Remarkable Cinema, Net Slum Content Warnings 🪨 Nothing to worry about.
...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.
Naturally. I always find myself inclined to show you the insurmountable depths of such sweetness. Both figuratively and literally speaking.
[ No study can define the magnitude of how much he is willing to give and show his one and only. ]
...Well, I feel very much the same. While I do prefer to work as hard as I can in my own way, at times like these there is no rush. There is great incentive for myself to do what I can in the situation for practical reasons, naturally. But, at the present time there is just as much to lie still within your arms.
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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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[ It does like that too, right? Anyway, they are probably sitting at the moment, so with Noé holding him in his arms, he remembers the feeling of warmth, but also something else slightly important. Such as...perhaps no longer sitting? Using their tents properly, maybe.
Though his smile softens when he feels the lock of hair tucked behind his ear.
He tugs at him lightly, to see if he can have the other lie down with him. ]
Now, perhaps we should enjoy our surroundings in another way. Like this, we can listen to the sounds of life all around us.
[ Or drift off, or just fall asleep in each other's arms...the possibilities are endless. ]
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We can relax. I’m in no rush to go anywhere.
[ The relaxation time could be nice, after all. ]
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Excellent. Not that I anticipated a different answer.
[ He snuggles closer into Noé just like this, closing his eyes, smile clear on his lips. ]
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So much for s'mores...but that's okay. I like this a lot more.
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[ He says, tone light-hearted, but happy all the same. ]
But, I do agree. When we awake, we can even share more, if you are so inclined.
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[ He tilts his head to lightly press his nose into Albedo's hair. ]
It's like...I can take a break from everything, when we're together like this.
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[ No study can define the magnitude of how much he is willing to give and show his one and only. ]
...Well, I feel very much the same. While I do prefer to work as hard as I can in my own way, at times like these there is no rush. There is great incentive for myself to do what I can in the situation for practical reasons, naturally. But, at the present time there is just as much to lie still within your arms.