[her secret is you just grab people's hands and look pleadingly into their eyes with your big cerulean orbs
He calms. Maybe he's not deeply troubled by the events within the dream, they seem to lean more adventurous than harrowing, but he certainly wasn't above them. It's better that he settles into his own skin again. There's no need for show.]
I wonder why you were sent then. As an exercise? Or a test?
[And for what? If they wanted to test their mettle in battle there were far simpler ways. And ones that dealt less permanent damage, be it physical or psychological.]
Do you still feel that life inside of you? Or is it more like a dream now?
he is not a disingenuous person, not ever, but sometimes choosing to smile means shuffling a different card beneath it; it's a balance, to feel everything in ways that one weight does not send the other sailing out of control. it's easier around someone without judgment, or expectation.
he looks considerate, a gentle flutter going across the thinnest fins he has. he smiles when he reaches a conclusion. ]
I expect there is no reason at all. Maybe it was just an act of nature.
[ a typhoon. a ceaseless rain. difficult in its intensity but without any intention. ]
I do still have that life—not all of it. A bit that feels more real than just dream or memory. It's strange, when I'm sure I did not live it.
[The fin flutter tugs at the edges of her mouth. She'd never say aloud for fear of being rude, but it is deeply endearing how his thoughts are reflected in them. Really, it's incredible that the fish folk of her world came out so twisted looking while the shark citizens of his were comely, if he's any example to go by.
Then again, that might be the effects of the Times of Shadow.]
Well, I hope it fades soon enough. It can get confusing when your memories double up, what really happened and what hasn't.
I'm just glad you're back. Even if not in one piece. [She gives his hand a squeeze.] And I bet whatever pros...prostetic? Whatever they make for you, it'll be very dashing. They have so many interesting inventions here, nothing seems too ludicrous to imagine!
[Save for a way home, but there's no point in beating that dead horse.]
[ ocean creatures do have a way of turning out either beautiful or completely horrifying. makes sense that there's a variety amongst "merfolk," too.
for someone who does not know what a prosthetic is, she does seem to get the whole 'double vision but with your entire life' dilemma. seems normal enough for fantasy. he gives her a lil squeeze back! ]
I hope it will as well, though—I suppose I will just have to treat it as a learning moment if it doesn't.
[ gotta stay positive about this absolutely ass experience somehow. ]
And they have made me one! It's... fascinating. [ genuinely. ] I wasn't sure if I wanted to use it, after everything with the nanites. But—maybe that is cowardice speaking.
That so? [Funny he should put it that way.] What do you think the moral of the story is?
[If he's lucky, it won't be a standard too high to hold.]
Cowardice? No, no, it's not cowardly at all. [She grins brightly, tilting her head to better catch his eye.] Frankly, I'd be more worried if you were too eager to stick strange things on your body. And if it's more metal? Especially when you spend so much time in the water?
You're simply being reasonable. Anyone would feel the same way in your position. Trust me.
[ he looks grateful when she validates his stupid robo-arm concerns, though he's also ready to use it. sucks being a jock and feeling... less, with his body broken down like this.
but more importantly, he hides a little smile back as he considers her question, letting out a hmmmm against his knuckle. ]
The moral is... [ he holds out a finger for each point ] One, you cannot raise the dead without losing something in the process. Two, prisons are disgusting and inhumane. Three... don't do... drugs?
You know, [She says slowly, and with no small amount of awe.] I think that's the first time in a long time that I've heard a morals to a story that I can get behind.
Though, it would depend on the drug I think? That's a sliding scale, there's different things. But the other two, I'm all in! [She grins up at him.] You've grown so very wise, Prince Sidon. Congratulations.
[Then with a sudden start, she gasps.]
Your fish and chips! Oh, they're probably so cold by now!
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He calms. Maybe he's not deeply troubled by the events within the dream, they seem to lean more adventurous than harrowing, but he certainly wasn't above them. It's better that he settles into his own skin again. There's no need for show.]
I wonder why you were sent then. As an exercise? Or a test?
[And for what? If they wanted to test their mettle in battle there were far simpler ways. And ones that dealt less permanent damage, be it physical or psychological.]
Do you still feel that life inside of you? Or is it more like a dream now?
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he is not a disingenuous person, not ever, but sometimes choosing to smile means shuffling a different card beneath it; it's a balance, to feel everything in ways that one weight does not send the other sailing out of control. it's easier around someone without judgment, or expectation.
he looks considerate, a gentle flutter going across the thinnest fins he has. he smiles when he reaches a conclusion. ]
I expect there is no reason at all. Maybe it was just an act of nature.
[ a typhoon. a ceaseless rain. difficult in its intensity but without any intention. ]
I do still have that life—not all of it. A bit that feels more real than just dream or memory. It's strange, when I'm sure I did not live it.
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Then again, that might be the effects of the Times of Shadow.]
Well, I hope it fades soon enough. It can get confusing when your memories double up, what really happened and what hasn't.
I'm just glad you're back. Even if not in one piece. [She gives his hand a squeeze.] And I bet whatever pros...prostetic? Whatever they make for you, it'll be very dashing. They have so many interesting inventions here, nothing seems too ludicrous to imagine!
[Save for a way home, but there's no point in beating that dead horse.]
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for someone who does not know what a prosthetic is, she does seem to get the whole 'double vision but with your entire life' dilemma. seems normal enough for fantasy. he gives her a lil squeeze back! ]
I hope it will as well, though—I suppose I will just have to treat it as a learning moment if it doesn't.
[ gotta stay positive about this absolutely ass experience somehow. ]
And they have made me one! It's... fascinating. [ genuinely. ] I wasn't sure if I wanted to use it, after everything with the nanites. But—maybe that is cowardice speaking.
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[If he's lucky, it won't be a standard too high to hold.]
Cowardice? No, no, it's not cowardly at all. [She grins brightly, tilting her head to better catch his eye.] Frankly, I'd be more worried if you were too eager to stick strange things on your body. And if it's more metal? Especially when you spend so much time in the water?
You're simply being reasonable. Anyone would feel the same way in your position. Trust me.
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but more importantly, he hides a little smile back as he considers her question, letting out a hmmmm against his knuckle. ]
The moral is... [ he holds out a finger for each point ] One, you cannot raise the dead without losing something in the process. Two, prisons are disgusting and inhumane. Three... don't do... drugs?
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Though, it would depend on the drug I think? That's a sliding scale, there's different things. But the other two, I'm all in! [She grins up at him.] You've grown so very wise, Prince Sidon. Congratulations.
[Then with a sudden start, she gasps.]
Your fish and chips! Oh, they're probably so cold by now!