[After the Castle melted around them, Sesa needed some time alone.
After ensuring that he'd come out of his brush with death without injuries, he'd retreated not to his room or the Inn or even the Therapy building, but the Bathhouse. He needed a scalding shower, right the fuck now. He's cold, he's miserable, his brain is scrambled and he'd like to just soak in the water by himself for a couple days, thanks. He proceeds to stand under water so hot that it would seriously injure a normal person before he retires to the hot baths, soaking for many hours before returning unceremoniously to his room at the lab to go straight to bed.
He follows this routine for a couple days after. He holes himself up in the lab and works for most of the day to get his mind off things, then he goes and spends his evening in the Bathhouse until bed. Rinse and repeat. It does absolutely nothing to make him forget what happened, of course, but it at least helps quell the physical symptoms.
Ugh. Fuck.
Everything was fine until Passenger showed up.
Eventually, before the week is up, Sesa has had enough. He leaves his room and the lab proper, his body chilled by the cold as he quickly marches into the Inn, uninterested in being in the snow for very long. He's quite sick of all of this ice now, as a matter of fact, and can now only think to a future where it will be much warmer...he hopes. He'll spend a brief moment warming himself by the fire before he walks upstairs, his tail sweeping anxiously behind him as he goes.
He finds Passenger's room eventually and knocks, carrying something bulky and familiar to Passenger at his side.]
[Somewhere, Gnosis is probably "?" at Sesa because he's acting weird, but this ain't about that bird.
Passenger, meanwhile, simply keeps to himself. It's typical of him to do so, not necessarily a red flag; he's quiet, not getting involved in any business other than his own, and if Sesa is avoiding him (he knows that's the case) then Sesa is avoiding him. There are times when little Elliot speaks to him, reminding him that if he hadn't been so pushy this wouldn't happen, and don't you miss him, and why do you want him to scorn you so much anyway? Don't you care for him? Didn't you want to save him?
He only shakes his head with each question; none of it is important. He's only a witness to his own life moving by in whatever way it wants, he believes; there's no way to control the outcome. There's only push-and-pull, crowding of feelings in his chest where there usually aren't any, and the world will move on without him. That's how the world works.
To have Sesa at his door, then, is something of a relief, momentary and fleeing. Passenger has his hair up in a ponytail today, mostly to keep it out of his face while he sketched out schematics in a non-magical notebook.]
Sesa. I am quite glad to see you again, my friend. [...] What do you have?
[Sesa adjusts his grip on the machine part, lifting it a little higher so Passenger can see it properly. Honestly, he has no idea if this is the weapon he uses normally, or if it's just a part of it...if it has been missing from what Passenger already has, or if it's some erroneous piece all on its own.]
When I arrived to this place, I woke up in an inn room with this at my side, along with a number of death records. I had originally assumed it was your doing, since I recognized this to be from one of your machines...but you weren't anywhere to be found.
[He recognizes it. There's a glint in his eyes, even, and he'll take it if Sesa willingly passes it over. It's the arm of his machine, not the full thing... but said machine is in the corner, perfectly standing upright on its strange little legs as it normally does when it's in combat. There's definitely something about this piece, though, that feels both familiar and unfamiliar. It's Passenger's work, undoubtedly, but the metal is slightly different, and it clearly lacks any Originium pieces within.]
How strange. I wonder if it might be due to our "past lives"? In that case... it seems you and I truly did know each other, did we not? One would assume, if you "reincarnated" with this, that the "old" me must have left it behind. Was it a gift, I wonder?
[A Terran holiday has come with little fanfare, and Sesa wonders if it’s something anyone else here knows about. Cares about? Perhaps it’s been forgotten in the chaos of the chocolates and shared memory spaces everyone has been dealing with…it would make sense. And Sesa has been feeling…
Weird! Weird. He wouldn’t even necessarily call it weird in a bad way, so much as…his feelings about Elliot are kindof all over the place. They’re complicated. He’s still pretty sure he can’t stand him. At the same time, he’s moved into his room since their first tryst. They sleep together. They flirt, Elliot watches him work and they chatter like schoolboy crushes, it’s kindof disgusting. Then there are times when you have chocolates that make your affections blast through the fucking stratosphere and you Act on them during that time and you’re left feeling even more…
More.
He has the results of that now, clutched in his fist. He could very easily just throw it away, or bury it, or give it to Heimr…or keep it for some other time. But with everything that’s gone on, and how…he feels? Maybe…
Ugh. Before he can overthink it, Sesa pushes the door to his own damn room open, poking his head in.]
E- [His voice cracked, he needs to jump into the river now] -…Elliot? Are you in here?
[Elliot wasn't expecting to move in, but he's not complaining. Apparently Gnosis expected it more than he did; the look he'd levelled at the two when they announced that Elliot would just Live Here At The Lab Now said something like "I'm glad my walls are soundproofed" and "just don't blow anything up". The days are spent with each of them working in the lab, sometimes in silence, sometimes looking for where that pesky iodine went or who took that screwdriver, sometimes talking about various projects.
Then, he'll go take a shower and head to bed, and Elliot has yet to convince Sesa to bathe with him. There's the bath house... they can't get too frisky in there, but there's the bath house! They'll burn that bridge when they reach it, though.
So. Sesa is having a crisis, and Elliot...
Elliot is here! He's here and he's sitting on their bed, braiding parts of his hair into those thin braids he normally has when he wants to put it up. No plans today, but he might as well look presentable.]
I'm in here, yes.
[He's gotten a bit of a slow start today. He may or may not have just woken up an hour ago.]
trips, hundreds of pictures of passenger fall out of sesa's pockets
[Great! He's here! He's relieved and also feels like he's going to pass out.
This was a bad idea. He should just leave-]
Ah...yes, of course. Good morning.
[He shoulders his way into the room, pulling the door shut behind him. He's busy braiding his hair, you should leave. Wait, is it even still morning? Surely Elliot wouldn't sleep in THAT late, would he? Jump out the window it's your only chance, you fool!]
Um...do you have a moment? I have something I want to give you.
( bingbong! there is a box waiting for him, hovering midair atop a gentle swirl of pink sparkles that will vanish once he takes it. within is silky-smooth brown cheesecake. he'll note that it is both chai and coffee. delicious! )
[Oh this is definitely Felicity's handiwork. It's very cute, though... he does appreciate it. (He will probably eat this entire thing over the next two days.)
Hmmm. An idea comes to mind...
There will be a note on Felicity's door whenever she goes back to her room.]
Thank you for the cheesecake. It was delicious.
I haven't made this public knowledge entirely, but I was considering opening a café. Would you like to help? I can teach you Sargonian recipes.
( HOW THE FUCK DID HE KNOW she asks herself, when she publicly has made apple rose pastries and regularly cooks for all the inn residents and also has thematically pink magic. by which i mean, after some initial flustering that he figured her out immediately, she taps the note to her chin in thought.
and then proceeds to go right back to his house. knock knock! this time it's just a fellie. )
[Elliot has likely not seen Sesa much today. That's not an uncommon occurrence, since the two of them sometimes do get up to work separately. They aren't attached entirely by the hip, after all, and nothing bad has happened recently to warrant such...well. Save for what Elliot has been through, but that has required a bit more delicate handling. There are times when Sesa is needed to be close and to provide support, and others when Elliot just needs to be alone for a while, which he respects. This is one of those times, which is convenient because Sesa spends that time working...
And as the evening winds around, and he's sweating from welding and metalworking, it's finished. With the rocks he received from Ydalir a couple of days ago, he's crafted a necklace. It's crude. It's rough. It's not super fancy looking, and there are a lot of mistakes, blemishes, and uneven work to it...he's not a jeweler, after all. But it was important that he do this, even if it didn't turn out anywhere near as nice looking as the ring, which...let's be real, wasn't super great either.
Regardless, he'll find Elliot wherever he's ended up this evening, be it in their room or elsewhere. He has the necklace safely tucked into his coat, with a mug of coffee held between his hands for the time being, just the way he knows Elliot likes it.]
[Elliot is in their room, yeah, penning down recipes for the cafe... scribble scribble. Since he's allowing others to work there if they want, he figures having a set menu with recipes is a good call. He doesn't know the first thing about running a business, but he knows how to cook, and it's something to do when he's not working on his machines (which, let's be real, he has little reason to do that these days other than an old habit that dies hard). It's fine, it's not a real business, everything is done via shell and bone here.
Besides, coffee is good, they need a real coffee shop. Might as well share the joys of coffee with everyone before Gnosis goes on another alcoholic bender.
His headwings perk up straighter when Sesa comes in. Attention is Immediately on the Vouivre, hi.]
[It's nice to hear those happy pigeon noises again. Elliot has had things looking up for him ever since getting his cafe, which Sesa is thankful for. So, not entirely better? But...very much on the upswing.
He'll place the mug on the desk within reach before he leans over Elliot's shoulder from behind, pressing a kiss to his cheek.]
[It's highly likely that Elliot has heard, by now. The workshop is right next to the lab, which is right next to the clinic, and Sesa was screaming bloody murder outside before he actually got Mizuki in. And whether or not the Liberi came by himself to visit, he will not have gotten much of a response out of Sesa immediately either way. Sesa...stayed with Mizuki as long as he was able. He stayed knelt by his side, weeping over his body and holding his hand, until he was eventually probably shooed out by someone. Told to go home, go rest. Mizuki is gone, and no amount of crying over him is going to bring him back.
By the time he leaves, he feels completely worn out. Like someone has taken a spoon and hollowed him out from the inside, leaving him feeling exhausted, dehydrated, and so very, very sad. The anger has yet to fill the void, as he drags himself back home, his tail sweeping the floor because he lacks the energy to even hold it up.
He comes in, and no doubt finds Elliot there, somewhere. Be it standing there waiting for him, or sitting at his desk, or by the bed, anywhere really.
For some reason, just walking in to where he is is enough to reopen the floodgates, leaving Sesa standing there in the center of the room bawling all over again, bringing his hands up to his face like a child as if he might be able to stop the tears before they become too much of an inconvenience.]
[Elliot has heard. He's not a heavy sleeper, he wakes quite easily, and every time he tried to go to Sesa he wound up being thrown backwards in time. It stopped ere long, but he waited anyway, not knowing what he was walking into. At some point, too, he'd read the notebook post, heard Gnosis next door shuffling around before the crane came over and said that Sesa was in the clinic mourning.
Elliot understands, of course. After Professor Thorne died, he was much the same. Angry, despondent... he was only a child, so it felt lesser then. How is a child supposed to cope with death? Yet he still feels that pain of loss as an adult, or why else would he have burned Ibut to the ground?
Seeing Sesa so tearful as Elliot waits on the couch for him renews a fire of vengeance he hasn't felt in a long time. Mizuki, too, is something of a friend to the Liberi, even if Passenger tends to be introverted and avoidant at the best of times.
He guides Sesa toward the couch and pushes him by the shoulders until he sits, and then lays his head on the man's shoulders and quietly, softly coos.]
[Sesa feels more than a little pathetic, as he's guided to the couch to sit down. His eyes are so teary that he can barely see as he takes a seat, curling in close to Elliot as the Liberi rests his head against his shoulders. His presence here is paramount, because otherwise Sesa thinks he might have just slept on the clinic floor. Barring that, he would have gone to the river to sleep by the Seaborn, to make sure they were okay. Fortunately for everyone, he does neither of those things...not that he's any better off emotionally for it.
For what it's worth, he's trying- fighting- to hold back more tears. He's still scrubbing at his eyes fruitlessly, sniffling as tears drip onto his pants, his complexion blotchy and chest congested from having been like this for what feels like hours.
...but he doesn't apologize for crying. This might be the first time he hasn't, and it's something Elliot may notice. Because as he cries, and as his tears slowly dry up, his tail starts moving. Twitching fitfully, angrily at his side as he grits his teeth and takes slow, shaking breaths through them.]
The Forest has had its fun this month. He's put up with seeing a fascimile of himself- of his sibling- and being culled in their place. He's felt the anger of a vengeful ghost, enraged at being murdered and tired of everyone and everything. He's felt such deep, yawning sorrow that he's not sure when he'll ever feel true joy and happiness again.
No. He knows when, and how. It's by going into the Garden and getting Elliot back.
He's admittedly never been before. He feels like maybe he should feel more...anxiety or apprehension, but really he just wants his beloved back. That's all he cares about. He would do anything- risk anything- to get him back. The fact that he now has Oripathy running through his veins says as much.
He'll allow himself to be led by the hand until he's reached the Garden proper, at which point he strikes out on his own to find the Liberi, though he's honestly...unsure what he will find. Nene warned him that he might be different, but he hasn't given himself the space to think about...different in what way?
[The Garden is pretty and misty and, honestly, it's not that hard to see Elliot in the middle of it. He stands out with that bright orange hair, having just "woken up" here after weeks, which is precisely why Nene has come to get Sesa in the first place. Elliot is awake! And talking to Elsword, it seems, the latter of the duo chattering away in his usual enthusiastic-unenthusiastic tone. Explaining things, and catching up, and wondering why someone has shown up again only to sigh when it's Vash's fault, again, that someone has died.
Elliot doesn't notice Sesa approaching at first until he's pointed out by the much smaller boy, at which point, Sesa gets a wave from Elsword before the boy disappears back into the mist.
Elliot, meanwhile, flies right into Sesa's arms at the first glance.]
[If Sesa were in any other position, he would have been much happier to see Elsword. He is happy to see him, don't get him wrong, but...his focus is on Elliot right now as he steps forward, hesitating only because he appears to be in a conversation, as if he doesn't want to interrupt it.
Not that it ends up mattering. Elliot drops everything and doesn't hesitate, doesn't even bandy about the idea of poise and grace as he just throws himself into Sesa's arms, and...
Sesa wouldn't have had it any other way. To be able to hold him again is a luxury. A gift that he would not have been given, had they been on Terra. Anyone else who has seen their loved ones die from Oripathy would never again get this chance.
Yet, despite having witnessed the man crumble in his own arms, he's here...fully flesh, and blood, and living. Sesa squeezes him as tightly as he thinks he can bear it, and Elliot will have to put up with being briefly lifted entirely off the ground as Sesa picks him up, one hand cradling the back of his head while his other arm supports the rest of his body. Then...he'll ease him back to the ground, and sink into a kneel along with him, refusing to release him from his bear-hold, trembling too violently to do anything but sit there in the garden and embrace him.
[Where is fiance…he hasn’t seen him for a while. Fiance? Where :(
Sesa in the meanwhile has been working as a clerk at a nearby videogame store, and he’s been doing a pretty damn good job of it, all told. The customers are happy, he’s happy being surrounded by his favorite hobby…and as strange as this city is, it’s like. Not the worst? It’s more familiar than the Grove, and he appreciates the aesthetics at play here. He won’t mind spending a month here, he thinks.
If he could find! His fiance!!!!
Texts him…]
My love, where are you? Did you get left behind :(
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Some time after the event
After ensuring that he'd come out of his brush with death without injuries, he'd retreated not to his room or the Inn or even the Therapy building, but the Bathhouse. He needed a scalding shower, right the fuck now. He's cold, he's miserable, his brain is scrambled and he'd like to just soak in the water by himself for a couple days, thanks. He proceeds to stand under water so hot that it would seriously injure a normal person before he retires to the hot baths, soaking for many hours before returning unceremoniously to his room at the lab to go straight to bed.
He follows this routine for a couple days after. He holes himself up in the lab and works for most of the day to get his mind off things, then he goes and spends his evening in the Bathhouse until bed. Rinse and repeat. It does absolutely nothing to make him forget what happened, of course, but it at least helps quell the physical symptoms.
Ugh. Fuck.
Everything was fine until Passenger showed up.
Eventually, before the week is up, Sesa has had enough. He leaves his room and the lab proper, his body chilled by the cold as he quickly marches into the Inn, uninterested in being in the snow for very long. He's quite sick of all of this ice now, as a matter of fact, and can now only think to a future where it will be much warmer...he hopes. He'll spend a brief moment warming himself by the fire before he walks upstairs, his tail sweeping anxiously behind him as he goes.
He finds Passenger's room eventually and knocks, carrying something bulky and familiar to Passenger at his side.]
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Passenger, meanwhile, simply keeps to himself. It's typical of him to do so, not necessarily a red flag; he's quiet, not getting involved in any business other than his own, and if Sesa is avoiding him (he knows that's the case) then Sesa is avoiding him. There are times when little Elliot speaks to him, reminding him that if he hadn't been so pushy this wouldn't happen, and don't you miss him, and why do you want him to scorn you so much anyway? Don't you care for him? Didn't you want to save him?
He only shakes his head with each question; none of it is important. He's only a witness to his own life moving by in whatever way it wants, he believes; there's no way to control the outcome. There's only push-and-pull, crowding of feelings in his chest where there usually aren't any, and the world will move on without him. That's how the world works.
To have Sesa at his door, then, is something of a relief, momentary and fleeing. Passenger has his hair up in a ponytail today, mostly to keep it out of his face while he sketched out schematics in a non-magical notebook.]
Sesa. I am quite glad to see you again, my friend. [...] What do you have?
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When I arrived to this place, I woke up in an inn room with this at my side, along with a number of death records. I had originally assumed it was your doing, since I recognized this to be from one of your machines...but you weren't anywhere to be found.
And now, here you are.
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How strange. I wonder if it might be due to our "past lives"? In that case... it seems you and I truly did know each other, did we not? One would assume, if you "reincarnated" with this, that the "old" me must have left it behind. Was it a gift, I wonder?
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Oops it is Valemtimes Day i am ONCE AGAIN IN YOUR WALLS sorry for all the threads-
Weird! Weird. He wouldn’t even necessarily call it weird in a bad way, so much as…his feelings about Elliot are kindof all over the place. They’re complicated. He’s still pretty sure he can’t stand him. At the same time, he’s moved into his room since their first tryst. They sleep together. They flirt, Elliot watches him work and they chatter like schoolboy crushes, it’s kindof disgusting. Then there are times when you have chocolates that make your affections blast through the fucking stratosphere and you Act on them during that time and you’re left feeling even more…
More.
He has the results of that now, clutched in his fist. He could very easily just throw it away, or bury it, or give it to Heimr…or keep it for some other time. But with everything that’s gone on, and how…he feels? Maybe…
Ugh. Before he can overthink it, Sesa pushes the door to his own damn room open, poking his head in.]
E- [His voice cracked, he needs to jump into the river now] -…Elliot? Are you in here?
MORE THREADS!!!!!!!! MORE
Then, he'll go take a shower and head to bed, and Elliot has yet to convince Sesa to bathe with him. There's the bath house... they can't get too frisky in there, but there's the bath house! They'll burn that bridge when they reach it, though.
So. Sesa is having a crisis, and Elliot...
Elliot is here! He's here and he's sitting on their bed, braiding parts of his hair into those thin braids he normally has when he wants to put it up. No plans today, but he might as well look presentable.]
I'm in here, yes.
[He's gotten a bit of a slow start today. He may or may not have just woken up an hour ago.]
trips, hundreds of pictures of passenger fall out of sesa's pockets
This was a bad idea. He should just leave-]
Ah...yes, of course. Good morning.
[He shoulders his way into the room, pulling the door shut behind him. He's busy braiding his hair, you should leave. Wait, is it even still morning? Surely Elliot wouldn't sleep in THAT late, would he? Jump out the window it's your only chance, you fool!]
Um...do you have a moment? I have something I want to give you.
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I have plenty of moments, [he says, tying off the end of the braid,] and I can make more for you. What is it?
[gross]
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[after the netbook post]
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Hmmm. An idea comes to mind...
There will be a note on Felicity's door whenever she goes back to her room.]
Thank you for the cheesecake. It was delicious.
I haven't made this public knowledge entirely, but I was considering opening a café. Would you like to help? I can teach you Sargonian recipes.
-Passenger
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and then proceeds to go right back to his house. knock knock! this time it's just a fellie. )
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Anyway, knock knock welcome to the workshop. Passenger opens the door and he is Not covered in metal scraps and soot for once! Wow!]
If you're here for your own cooking, I'm afraid I did eat it all.
[He's teasing. He knows she's not. Come in (to the house part of the workshop), sit on the couch, have some tea.]
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Hi I am once again in your walls, some time after the netbook post
And as the evening winds around, and he's sweating from welding and metalworking, it's finished. With the rocks he received from Ydalir a couple of days ago, he's crafted a necklace. It's crude. It's rough. It's not super fancy looking, and there are a lot of mistakes, blemishes, and uneven work to it...he's not a jeweler, after all. But it was important that he do this, even if it didn't turn out anywhere near as nice looking as the ring, which...let's be real, wasn't super great either.
Regardless, he'll find Elliot wherever he's ended up this evening, be it in their room or elsewhere. He has the necklace safely tucked into his coat, with a mug of coffee held between his hands for the time being, just the way he knows Elliot likes it.]
Ellie?
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Besides, coffee is good, they need a real coffee shop. Might as well share the joys of coffee with everyone before Gnosis goes on another alcoholic bender.
His headwings perk up straighter when Sesa comes in. Attention is Immediately on the Vouivre, hi.]
My love.
[Happy pigeon noises...]
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He'll place the mug on the desk within reach before he leans over Elliot's shoulder from behind, pressing a kiss to his cheek.]
Still burning the candle at both ends, I see?
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[...so yes, he super is, and it's clear he doesn't intend to quit. He's just Doing Things to occupy his time nowadays. Everyone here is a workaholic.
But, he does at least put aside his scrawling to lean against Sesa, so that's something.]
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After the jebbly blent
By the time he leaves, he feels completely worn out. Like someone has taken a spoon and hollowed him out from the inside, leaving him feeling exhausted, dehydrated, and so very, very sad. The anger has yet to fill the void, as he drags himself back home, his tail sweeping the floor because he lacks the energy to even hold it up.
He comes in, and no doubt finds Elliot there, somewhere. Be it standing there waiting for him, or sitting at his desk, or by the bed, anywhere really.
For some reason, just walking in to where he is is enough to reopen the floodgates, leaving Sesa standing there in the center of the room bawling all over again, bringing his hands up to his face like a child as if he might be able to stop the tears before they become too much of an inconvenience.]
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Elliot understands, of course. After Professor Thorne died, he was much the same. Angry, despondent... he was only a child, so it felt lesser then. How is a child supposed to cope with death? Yet he still feels that pain of loss as an adult, or why else would he have burned Ibut to the ground?
Seeing Sesa so tearful as Elliot waits on the couch for him renews a fire of vengeance he hasn't felt in a long time. Mizuki, too, is something of a friend to the Liberi, even if Passenger tends to be introverted and avoidant at the best of times.
He guides Sesa toward the couch and pushes him by the shoulders until he sits, and then lays his head on the man's shoulders and quietly, softly coos.]
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For what it's worth, he's trying- fighting- to hold back more tears. He's still scrubbing at his eyes fruitlessly, sniffling as tears drip onto his pants, his complexion blotchy and chest congested from having been like this for what feels like hours.
...but he doesn't apologize for crying. This might be the first time he hasn't, and it's something Elliot may notice. Because as he cries, and as his tears slowly dry up, his tail starts moving. Twitching fitfully, angrily at his side as he grits his teeth and takes slow, shaking breaths through them.]
...why? Why him?
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Sesa big steppying into the Garden like wheres my husband
The Forest has had its fun this month. He's put up with seeing a fascimile of himself- of his sibling- and being culled in their place. He's felt the anger of a vengeful ghost, enraged at being murdered and tired of everyone and everything. He's felt such deep, yawning sorrow that he's not sure when he'll ever feel true joy and happiness again.
No. He knows when, and how. It's by going into the Garden and getting Elliot back.
He's admittedly never been before. He feels like maybe he should feel more...anxiety or apprehension, but really he just wants his beloved back. That's all he cares about. He would do anything- risk anything- to get him back. The fact that he now has Oripathy running through his veins says as much.
He'll allow himself to be led by the hand until he's reached the Garden proper, at which point he strikes out on his own to find the Liberi, though he's honestly...unsure what he will find. Nene warned him that he might be different, but he hasn't given himself the space to think about...different in what way?
He's afraid to ask.]
:)!
Elliot doesn't notice Sesa approaching at first until he's pointed out by the much smaller boy, at which point, Sesa gets a wave from Elsword before the boy disappears back into the mist.
Elliot, meanwhile, flies right into Sesa's arms at the first glance.]
/fear
Not that it ends up mattering. Elliot drops everything and doesn't hesitate, doesn't even bandy about the idea of poise and grace as he just throws himself into Sesa's arms, and...
Sesa wouldn't have had it any other way. To be able to hold him again is a luxury. A gift that he would not have been given, had they been on Terra. Anyone else who has seen their loved ones die from Oripathy would never again get this chance.
Yet, despite having witnessed the man crumble in his own arms, he's here...fully flesh, and blood, and living. Sesa squeezes him as tightly as he thinks he can bear it, and Elliot will have to put up with being briefly lifted entirely off the ground as Sesa picks him up, one hand cradling the back of his head while his other arm supports the rest of his body. Then...he'll ease him back to the ground, and sink into a kneel along with him, refusing to release him from his bear-hold, trembling too violently to do anything but sit there in the garden and embrace him.
He can't even speak, for crying too hard.]
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Sesa in the meanwhile has been working as a clerk at a nearby videogame store, and he’s been doing a pretty damn good job of it, all told. The customers are happy, he’s happy being surrounded by his favorite hobby…and as strange as this city is, it’s like. Not the worst? It’s more familiar than the Grove, and he appreciates the aesthetics at play here. He won’t mind spending a month here, he thinks.
If he could find! His fiance!!!!
Texts him…]
My love, where are you? Did you get left behind :(
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I was briefly arrested. I left, and I'm getting coffee at a cafe near the apartments now.
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Not that he wouldn’t say this on the public network though, let’s be real-]
ARRESTED??
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