[Strange... that name isn't familiar to him. They'll get back to the Grove just in time for Elliot to mention that; he doesn't want to have this conversation in front of a little girl, and he'd rather carry out the rest in the safety of the workshop, so that's where he heads. He still has no idea that there are doppelgängers about still; this hasn't exactly reached him from the Garden.]
I don't recognize the name. As far as my memory stretches back... one day, aboard the landship, you and I had lunch together in the cafeteria. Matterhorn had made our meal that day, and we were talking as though we had known each other for a fair amount of time. [Because they had; that was the lunch they had together after they'd gotten back from Sargon and Elliot had signed on with Rhodes Island, so while they weren't more than acquaintances at that point, they did know each other well enough to carry on a basic conversation.] I can tell — I know — that wasn't where we met.
It all starts rapidly clicking into place, then, like a puzzle that Sesa doesn't want to complete. His only solace here is that Elliot didn't forget him entirely, because, well...he's not sure how he would have coped with that. Poorly, if at all.
His expression, though a bit hard to read, carries a deep sadness etched into his features. It isn't as if their first meeting was anything grand or special, especially when they both weren't exactly best friends at the start. But it still meant something. Means everything, now, given that they're bethrothed to be wed someday.
Sesa stands opposite Elliot in the workshop now as they discuss it, worrying the engagement ring he still wears on his finger.]
...what a cruel thing. As if the Creature hasn't taken enough from you already. Your pain, your suffering...now your memory.
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And you don't remember...anything? Just as you said?
I remember what I told you. As far as I can tell, I have no other gaps within my memory. I wish I did not have a gap at all, but here I stand.
[He forgot Heavyrain, just like Hypergryph—]
That is all it took. Perhaps because of the importance of it, though even without it, I know I would not be where I am if it weren't for you. Do not worry your ring so. [He reaches out to take Sesa's hand, giving it a squeeze. Elliot's hands are quite a bit more slender, yet still calloused from years of tinkering with his electrical devices and machines.] I remember every other moment we've spent together, and my feelings for you are only strengthened. It cannot take that from me.
[All it takes is Elliot taking his hand for Sesa to stop fidgeting with his own, his shoulders relaxing a little as their fingers intertwine. It's so warm...a reminder to the Vouivre that he is, in fact, here. He's here. He's alive. He's forgotten...a very important memory, but...
The Forest did not take him. That's what matters.
He feels his throat tighten a little, prompting him to draw Elliot in close so he can press their lips together in a kiss that's as passionate as it is tinged with sadness. He runs the fingers of his free hand through the Liberi's long hair, breathing against his lips the moment they part, ever so slightly.]
I love you. More than life itself. And I'm...so very thankful you are still here.
I love you, Sesa. Know that I will not leave this world behind — I'm far too stubborn to let some pseudo-deity and its pawn with self-control issues take me from you.
[When he leaves this world, it'll probably be because of his Oripathy... but let's not think about that. Let's think about embracing Sesa instead, which is what he's doing now, arms around his neck.]
[The wording makes him laugh, a little sad and wet sounding thought it is. Sesa is just a sad, wet bug right now man :(]
The reassurance is appreciated. I know well you are more resilient than most give you credit for. You have persisted through ordeals that would take down a weaker man.
[It’s said with such excessive fondness it’s kindof disgusting, actually. He’ll embrace him right back, too, pressing a kiss just to the edge of one of his head-wings.]
[Headwing flick into Sesa's face... sorry, involuntary reaction.]
Come, dear, let us lie down. Admittedly, I did not bathe in the Garden — being dead, I suppose, removes the need for basic human needs such as bathing and food — and I would enjoy soaking in our tub with you.
[He doesn't feel dirty and gross except for the normal forest grime from the travel, but like... it's the principle of the thing. He needs to feel like a person again. He needs a bath with his fiance.]
[He does not mind. An involuntary whack to the face with a wing is proof Elliot lives, so he can do that as much as he likes. He'll take a moment to brush a lock of long, auburn hair from his eyes at the same time, shifting to the side so they can head towards the bath.]
It would be my pleasure, my heart. Truth be told, I could certainly use it myself...
[He uh
Well he's not going to say he's been depression not-bathing for a couple days, but he's not going to say he HASN'T either-]
[Listen it's fine to depression not-bathe when your fiance fucking died, that's okay we can't all function during periods of grief. To that end, to the bath they go, where Elliot quickly disrobes (and tries not to let Sesa see the claw-scars in between his ribs where Vash gored him, likely to no avail) and sinks into the water while the tub is still filling.
He knows the sight will be upsetting. He's trying, somewhat, to hide them. His back scars from his time as a slave, well, Sesa has seen those ten thousand times before... but these are new. These are far more raw emotionally.]
[No matter how he tries to hide them, they will still unfortunately be impossible for Sesa to miss. They stand out in sharp relief against his paler skin, and it...hurts. It really does. Like...
He's told Vash off already. He could have killed him to make a point, as revenge, but...he couldn't. But he made it clear that if this happened again, he'd not have mercy the next time. He's still not sure if such things would make him feel better, or worse. He just knows that this whole situation has weighed hard on them both, and he is thankful Elliot could actually come back to life.
If he couldn't...Sesa isn't sure how that would have changed him. He just knows it would have been very, very bad.
His tail drags the floor as he makes his way to the tub's edge, dropping articles of clothing as he goes. Scaled shoulderblades flex as he tosses his jacket and shirt onto the floor nearby before carefully stepping into the water alongside Elliot, shifting to face away from him so his hair can be washed more easily.]
Thank you.
[...]
If you're hurting at all, please say so. We can see if there's something at the clinic that will help.
They're merely phantom pains. I don't believe there's anything that can be done.
[And he's super not interested in trying. Just let him rest.
Either way, he's lathed up his hands and is happily combing his fingers through Sesa's hair. It's scruffly, but soft, and he truly did miss getting to do this much.]
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I don't recognize the name. As far as my memory stretches back... one day, aboard the landship, you and I had lunch together in the cafeteria. Matterhorn had made our meal that day, and we were talking as though we had known each other for a fair amount of time. [Because they had; that was the lunch they had together after they'd gotten back from Sargon and Elliot had signed on with Rhodes Island, so while they weren't more than acquaintances at that point, they did know each other well enough to carry on a basic conversation.] I can tell — I know — that wasn't where we met.
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It all starts rapidly clicking into place, then, like a puzzle that Sesa doesn't want to complete. His only solace here is that Elliot didn't forget him entirely, because, well...he's not sure how he would have coped with that. Poorly, if at all.
His expression, though a bit hard to read, carries a deep sadness etched into his features. It isn't as if their first meeting was anything grand or special, especially when they both weren't exactly best friends at the start. But it still meant something. Means everything, now, given that they're bethrothed to be wed someday.
Sesa stands opposite Elliot in the workshop now as they discuss it, worrying the engagement ring he still wears on his finger.]
...what a cruel thing. As if the Creature hasn't taken enough from you already. Your pain, your suffering...now your memory.
[...]
And you don't remember...anything? Just as you said?
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[He forgot Heavyrain, just like Hypergryph—]
That is all it took. Perhaps because of the importance of it, though even without it, I know I would not be where I am if it weren't for you. Do not worry your ring so. [He reaches out to take Sesa's hand, giving it a squeeze. Elliot's hands are quite a bit more slender, yet still calloused from years of tinkering with his electrical devices and machines.] I remember every other moment we've spent together, and my feelings for you are only strengthened. It cannot take that from me.
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The Forest did not take him. That's what matters.
He feels his throat tighten a little, prompting him to draw Elliot in close so he can press their lips together in a kiss that's as passionate as it is tinged with sadness. He runs the fingers of his free hand through the Liberi's long hair, breathing against his lips the moment they part, ever so slightly.]
I love you. More than life itself. And I'm...so very thankful you are still here.
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[When he leaves this world, it'll probably be because of his Oripathy... but let's not think about that. Let's think about embracing Sesa instead, which is what he's doing now, arms around his neck.]
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The reassurance is appreciated. I know well you are more resilient than most give you credit for. You have persisted through ordeals that would take down a weaker man.
[It’s said with such excessive fondness it’s kindof disgusting, actually. He’ll embrace him right back, too, pressing a kiss just to the edge of one of his head-wings.]
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Come, dear, let us lie down. Admittedly, I did not bathe in the Garden — being dead, I suppose, removes the need for basic human needs such as bathing and food — and I would enjoy soaking in our tub with you.
[He doesn't feel dirty and gross except for the normal forest grime from the travel, but like... it's the principle of the thing. He needs to feel like a person again. He needs a bath with his fiance.]
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It would be my pleasure, my heart. Truth be told, I could certainly use it myself...
[He uh
Well he's not going to say he's been depression not-bathing for a couple days, but he's not going to say he HASN'T either-]
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He knows the sight will be upsetting. He's trying, somewhat, to hide them. His back scars from his time as a slave, well, Sesa has seen those ten thousand times before... but these are new. These are far more raw emotionally.]
Allow me to wash your hair for you, my love.
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He's told Vash off already. He could have killed him to make a point, as revenge, but...he couldn't. But he made it clear that if this happened again, he'd not have mercy the next time. He's still not sure if such things would make him feel better, or worse. He just knows that this whole situation has weighed hard on them both, and he is thankful Elliot could actually come back to life.
If he couldn't...Sesa isn't sure how that would have changed him. He just knows it would have been very, very bad.
His tail drags the floor as he makes his way to the tub's edge, dropping articles of clothing as he goes. Scaled shoulderblades flex as he tosses his jacket and shirt onto the floor nearby before carefully stepping into the water alongside Elliot, shifting to face away from him so his hair can be washed more easily.]
Thank you.
[...]
If you're hurting at all, please say so. We can see if there's something at the clinic that will help.
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[And he's super not interested in trying. Just let him rest.
Either way, he's lathed up his hands and is happily combing his fingers through Sesa's hair. It's scruffly, but soft, and he truly did miss getting to do this much.]
Allow yourself to relax. You've done your part.
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I will. For you, I promise.
[He promises he will try to stop being a neurotic mess for like, two seconds-]