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[ganymed]

Who ⬤ Ganymede and Co.
What ⬤ Dungeon-crawlin', exploring, talking with people. What can go wrong?
Now featuring some potentially cw-worthy memshares, or content involving that.
When ⬤ Following first meetings, and anything related to the below subjects.
Where ⬤ Coiling Friend's Tiny Beast, ΔHidden Forbidden Holy Ground, Root Towns
Content Warnings ⬤ Mentions of drunken behavior.
Further mentions and displays of captivity, kidnapping, stalking, and subjects relating to suicide.


[ Following some enlightening discussions that have more or less blossomed into actual plans, an unlikely band of four adventurers assemble!

Names added to friends' lists, details hashed out, which means one thing and one thing only, that the next point some adventuring is happening. Though, given that it is everyone's (probable?) first time, it seems that there is no way for anybody to choose specific places or areas they might like!

Thankfully, that's what the random Area Exploration mechanic is for.

Ganymede steps forward, and just decides to select a perfect set of coordinates for everyone...



...Not! As if even he can be decisive at this point. He lets everyone know that these are the keywords they'll be working with. "Coiling Friend's Tiny Beast", that is.

So once the Chaos Gate is utilized for them to all cross over...

Welcome to the wonderful location of Coiling Friend's Tiny Beast! Apparently it's an area that has a rocky desert-like appearance that stretches out for miles on end. Not to mention, there is a wonderful-looking flesh wall that is the proper beginning of the dungeon crawling, and entry point into the actual dungeon that is bound to be teeming with treasure and creatures.

But, they're not inside that wall as of yet. ]

RESULTS: Can be viewed here, for our reference!

Comments

[ganymed]

[ There is a lot Ganymede still wishes to hide—but he can't refrain from being true to himself. Even when he places up walls of some sort—a defensiveness that obscures some of those efforts. But in his own heart, he can't deny the answer when he feels the compulsion to finally begin to show those sides he thought had eroded in his capture.

The truth paints a different picture. Those pieces of him that once shattered like glass have steadily been finding their way together again.

It's strange, he thinks. How he can feel it within himself to smile, after someone has witnessed one of his most painful memories that makes him feel small, weak, and insignificant. Maybe it's because he witnessed Michel's. Or maybe...it's because despite that, they're here together. That they're able to weather it slowly. Not completely. But bit by bit. And that makes a world of difference. ]

...Sometimes people think little of what children desire or say. But, in Greece, I know for a fact that my people consider being a soldier a great honor. My brother, Ilus, was one too.

[ Ganymede sounds a little wistful, sad notes echoing in his tone, but even so, even if Michel's hand falters, with the one he's still holding the other's, he holds on firmly. Even when he feels weak, newly reopened wounds slow to close even now. Still, he gives the hand within his a squeeze. ]

I don't know if I could say anything congratulatory, but I'm glad you told me. Not even because you wanted to be exactly that. But because you unrepentantly wanted something and told me that you did. Even if that's changed now, I think saying that...takes strength.

[ganymed]

[ HE PROBABLY WOULD HAVE WIPED THEM IF HANI WAS STILL CRYING AFTER THEM HUGGING IT OUT AS A FYI...the end for real. ]

[ganymed]

W-well...

[ Ganymede looks mildly embarrassed and a bit huffy at the comment.

But, he is glad to hear that Fai's managing to share, even a little bit — Fai's from Norway, though, huh? There's plenty far in terms of where the blond moved to now, but it seems like they might have a similarity — in being from a small place, that is. ]

...You too? I didn't know you were from a small town. Was yours rural as well? I never came to the US, but I don't think it would take very long from Norway to Greece.

[ganymed]

That's right. That...someone can walk in and see someone's private memories, just like that.

[ More the implications than not. It happened to them so easily. Who is to say it won't happen again, but with other people? ]

I'd want to think it was just a string of bad luck—but, I'm not that optimistic. I really would want to know how that was possible.

[fluorite]

Ah, so you're from Greece?

[ That certainly explains Ganymede's username.

But Fai hums in thought. ]

I wouldn't say it was rural as much as it was old and located on a fjord. There was a sizable population, but nothing like the millions you see in American cities.

[userunfriendly]

[ It's the mention of Ilus as much as the gentle pressure against his hand that seems to tip the frozen balance and set Michel in motion again. How much does it hurt Ganymede to recall his brother right now, with those memories so fresh? Michel's fingers flex a little against Ganymede's, holding on more firmly as he finally completes the arc of the other hand to slide it through Ganymede's hair and rest on his back again. ]

In your memory, he was... the way I imagined them as a child. Brave, and steadfast.

[ Standing firm to protect someone vulnerable. The way he had always seen Didier. To be able to be someone like that ideal image would have been a great honor, if Michel could have been that kind of person.

The memories are old, but too raw, clawed-over by seeing them again. With that body? Pathetic. You're sobbing again...

He closes his eyes, his jaw going tight as he wills himself to empty his thoughts. It's old. Long-gone. What Ganymede had gone through, then and now, seeing it again -- that's so much heavier. And yet Ganymede is still finding words of encouragement for him, warm enough that he can almost believe them. ]

Wanting things takes strength. That is... [ Is he calmer in the grips of his nightmares? He can feel his words starting to falter again the moment he tries to express it. His hand on Ganymede's back tightens a little in nervousness and frustration. ] Wanting... to leave the past behind, and looking towards the future i-is... incredibly courageous.

[ Terrifyingly strong. Terrifyingly honest, and bright. ]

[ganymed]

[ A small nod to affirm that. As for the other subject: ]

...Hmm. I'm not sure what that would look like, exactly.

[ He's heard of fjords in geography classes, probably, but yeah. ]

Do you or did you ever revisit your home town?

[fluorite]

[ He'd be more than happy to give Ganymede a little lesson on Trondheim's geography. ]

Nope. I haven't been back ever since I moved here. I've never had a reason to.

[ Nor has he had enough money. ]

[ganymed]

[ He feels the fingers move just a little against his own, the touch so gentle that it is like an angel's feather that has nestled its weight right in that spot—a childish thought almost, and an embarrassing one perhaps, to make such a comparison. Yet, there is another thought that persists still—is it incorrect? Ganymede can't exactly find it within himself to consider it such, the feeling of that other hand laying where it is feeling nothing less than comforting.

Warm, yet soft. Steadying and grounding.

Michel states that Ilus is brave and steadfast. In that very moment. He is glad, and yet he is angry, and sad all at once. It's not something that conjures a wealth of indignation to be brought within him, but all the same it doesn't give him relief to the point where he believes he'll be complacent...it's why he can cherish such words, wanting to hear what Michel says next. ]

When you say that...I think, just maybe, I can start to believe that.

[ Even when he makes those statements about looking forward, he always felt so hollow inside. Like he was moving for the sake of moving. But, in reality, something pulled him back down...back into the past, the one he has forsaken, because he wanted to get over that pain, yet did not know how. Maybe, he still doesn't know how.

But he wants to. He shifts so he is closer, and closer, and so he can lean a bit—against the other man's shoulder. ]

[ganymed]

...At least it means you've come to like where you live now.

[ Otherwise, Ganymede thinks there might be an indication, for the other, to seek greener pastures, so to speak. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ "Start to" believe? From Ganymede, who had said those things with such a fierce, vibrant determination? It's hard to grasp, but at the same time — thinking of the emptiness of that memory, the weight of Ganymede writing "four years" — perhaps he can begin to see the edge of desperation in that forward momentum. The need to move, if only because the place you were was so unbearable.

His thumb slides lightly over the back of Ganymede's hand at the thought, tracing over his knuckles. Even desperation holds a spark of hope.

Hope has a way of forsaking those who give it a home... ]

I pray that you can.

[ I pray that it doesn't betray you, he thinks but doesn't say.

Michel almost startles when Ganymede leans against him. It's a strange feeling: not comfortable, but not unwelcome. Warm. When had he become tall enough to be this kind of support for someone else? He feels his worldview tilting, realigning, coming that slightest bit more into accord with what he felt in his heart should have always been true. In a way... it's the deepest refutation possible of everything in that memory.

Careful, cautious, awkward, he winds his arm around Ganymede to just hold him there. ]

[ganymed]

[ The concession might be almost too much, Ganymede feels. Perhaps enough to make the other think of him differently, which he wouldn't be surprised. There's a rather cynical part of him that has come to view most people to behave in certain manners, and yet how is he to give blame to that? It's just what he has come to expect.

But maybe he wanted to show a bit more vulnerability. To someone he feels he's started to truly trust, even if the word 'trust' has not been voiced out loud by him that he can remember or recall. Maybe he already has said it to Michel.

It doesn't matter, though. Michel grants voice well enough to his own thoughts, which make him feel...comforted. And he is afraid to even say it but, 'safe', as well.

Something he hasn't felt in a very, very long time.

And for awhile, Ganymede has no other words, letting the other hold him still. Until the other says something, or maybe until he doesn't. But whatever the case, the blond manages this: ]

...I won't forget you've said that.

[dissimulative]

Stuff like that being a string of bad luck would be some astronomical odds.

[ So that's why he's not very keen on it being a coincidence... ]

I wonder if they took it from our minds and basically plastered it into someone's else's head. That's how it feels like.

[ganymed]

It does feel something like that.

[ But, he supposes musing about it won't change what happened.

As it is, it won't change the fact that it is possible now. How much blackmail opportunity does someone have now, he wonders? Wondering about this is making him a little tired, and speaking of which... ]

...Either way, I think it's time for me to go.

[ After that, Ganymede will log straight off. ]

[fluorite]

I do. At least for the most part.

[ He's settled, essentially. ]

Do you like where you live?

[ganymed]

I do. It's nice and along the ocean while still remaining close to the city proper; not to mention, quiet.

Even though it's in a conveniently located area, where many people can go by during peak tourist season, you don't get too much trouble either.

[ His drink is half-finished at this time, but he thinks he spots a vendor selling some funnel cake, so he gestures with a point in the direction, before moseying that way. ]

And I hope it stays that way.

[userunfriendly]

[ It's frightening, isn't it? Admitting that something hurts is as good as telling someone just how to hurt you. He knows that entirely too well. And because of that, he's painfully aware of the trust that's been placed gently in his hands, like a gift.

He's... afraid, he thinks. The way he had been the moment Ganymede collapsed, or the night Neige messaged him. It's the awareness that after so long, there are still things he could lose. The pressure of that weighs down his tongue. But he can at least do this much. He holds Ganymede in uncomfortably comfortable silence until Ganymede finally breaks it and Michel stirs like a man waking from a dream. ]

...Good. You boasted about that memory.

[ So, he hopes Ganymede remembers. As much as he fears it. He lets out a slow sigh and leans back very slightly as he runs his hand over Ganymede's hair once more. ]

Do you... need to be returning to Thanatos?

[ Real world comforts, and real world needs. Michel has long since lost track of time while they've been like this. ]

[ganymed]

[ They've been going through the entirety of this for what feels like ages. But, as momentous as this has been, there is no way they can continue this chat for any amount of reasonable length.

Though, that said, when the other states that he boasted about the memory, there is a trace of embarrassment. It's fine. After all, there's something else happy about it too. That Michel recalls that. ]

I do.

Not to mention, if we're not careful, we could both be finding ourselves asleep in the middle of playing a game.

[ He tries not to lean into the hand, and fails.

Also, he's not exactly looking forward to the idea of seeing if the game can invade their dreams too. That said, the blond gives the other male's a hand another squeeze, before letting go. ]

You better take care...alright? I will see you again, Michel.

[ It's just the two of them, so, saying Michel's name comes easy. So easily, when he knows it now. After waiting to hear a parting, he smiles just a little, and then logs right off.

Good thing too, because Thanatos was about to pounce him IRL. ]

[fluorite]

[ Fai looks on over, and seeing that it’s funnel cake, immediately starts to follow. ]

I hope it stays that way too. It sounds nice… I think a place like that would be ideal for me.

[ He laughs softly. ]

Of course, where I live now is nice, but I wouldn’t mind something calmer.

[ganymed]

[ People, naturally, shouldn't settle for anything less than what makes them happy—he believes the same for Fai as well. ]

Then, you should go for chasing down a place like that when you get the chance. If that's what you want, anyway.

[ Ganymede thinks happiness needs to be grasped at the soonest available opportunity. Otherwise, other people will snatch it away.

He orders two funnel cakes, sips the rest of his drink and places that off to the side. Then, he turns to face Fai again, holding out one funnel cake to him. ]

[fluorite]

[ With a grin, he takes that funnel cake, not quite eating it just yet. ]

Maybe one day. Where I am serves its purpose, like having a good job and being a nice environment.

[ He has a lot of reasons for staying there, after all. ]

[ganymed]

Well, wherever brings you the most satisfaction tends to be important in deciding where to live.

[ Ganymede doesn't see him easily moving 'soon'. His family's nearby, even if he doesn't exactly make a ton of outings beyond work-related performance ones. He's not exactly a socialite either, though. ]

[fluorite]

It is. My future career is important to me, so I think I'd be willing to live most places so long as I can do what I like.

[ Some things simply take priority over others, after all. ]

[ganymed]

[ Giving a bit of a small nod. ]

I already enjoy what I'm doing where I live, but I know for me being nearby my family is important as well.

[ So, comfortable place, family close by, and where he is able to do the dream job is ideal. ]

[fluorite]

[ Fai simply nods at that. For a lot of people, being near family really is one of the most important things. It's no longer really applicable to him, however. ]

What do you do?