[ he will occasionally glitch in and out of the baldluc disguise, it's true. they always look so incredibly good at peak emotional hours.
she can sniffle, he's certainly emotional too, judging by how tightly he's holding her. ]
Oh, none of that—it wasn't anyone's fault. Not yours, or Shouxue's.
[ he blames himself a little, at worst. but none of them, surely. ] We are together, it's a place called the—the Helly Belly? It's very strange. [ his voice seems to clip and glitch a little as he says as much. ] I can try to explain a few things, at least! But, chiefly—I have missed you so very much!! Being able to see you again—it's nothing short of a miracle, isn't it?
They've both got each other in death grips, then. If she lets up the illusion might shatter. It threatens to, with how he speaks, a prickle of dead cutting through the ecstatic euphoria.
She has to be wise here. They can't have much time, and perhaps too much well be said.]
It is a miracle. [She'll lift her head now, beaming bright at him.
Oh, she can't help it. Rosamund cups one cheek and presses her lips to the other. Fierce, desparate. If only he could feel the urgency of her love for him now, bubbling high and hot like magma pressing against cracking earth.] I've missed you. Everyone has missed you. You're so very precious to me Sidon, I don't know that I can ever explain how much. The ship feels so hollow without you.
[ it's still the rosamund he knows—so kind and empathetic that it's a force of nature. he's seen her throwing herself at the execution barrier week by week, even if it never relents.
he laughs at the kiss, sweeping her hair off her shoulder to press his lips back against her cheek with all the fondness in the world. ]
...I'm sorry for leaving, Rosamund. I could never have fought Shouxue, but... [ he's still sorry for how it turned out. he's touched, strangely, at how his absence might affect people—but it leaves him looking apologetic, too. ] You are so dear to me—know that I'm never far! I hope you haven't despaired too much because of us. I know it must be painful.
[To have the gesture returned in equal measure feels strange. And exhilarating. She starts laughing.]
Please, please don't be sorry. I understand. Even with her power, she's just a girl. It wouldn't have felt fair, no matter what effect she was under.
[Has she despaired? Her smile twitches a little there. Can't say she's been well, exactly, but she has done her best.]
I'm trying to keep things up. And keep in touch with people. It's...it feels cruel to say, but with the regularity of it all there's a sort of, I don't know. Deadened response? It hurts still, but we all brace ourselves for it now.
I'm never far from you either. [Her hand is still at his cheek. She refuses to relinquish one inch of him. He was such a boisterous force, to think of him as incorporeal was insulting.] Are you taking good care down there? Making sure everyone stays in line?
[ sweet shouxue hitting him with her tiny hamster fists until he ran away ]
I am! Everyone is quite responsible. We have our struggles, but... honestly, I often feel that you all have it worse, in your own way.
[ even if they've had to get used to it. it's like knowing how to throw your weight for a fall, or blocking a punch—there's still pain there, repetitive as it is.
it's affection week, so he turns his face into her hand, nuzzling it like an oversized cat instead of a giant shark. ]
It isn't cruel to brace yourself for an impact, dear Rosamund. Please don't ever think yourself even a little cruel for the things one must do to survive.
[ because—he does value that. survival. he wants so badly for certain people to live that it makes him selfish. he squeezes her a little tighter. ]
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she can sniffle, he's certainly emotional too, judging by how tightly he's holding her. ]
Oh, none of that—it wasn't anyone's fault. Not yours, or Shouxue's.
[ he blames himself a little, at worst. but none of them, surely. ] We are together, it's a place called the—the Helly Belly? It's very strange. [ his voice seems to clip and glitch a little as he says as much. ] I can try to explain a few things, at least! But, chiefly—I have missed you so very much!! Being able to see you again—it's nothing short of a miracle, isn't it?
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[hm don't like that.
They've both got each other in death grips, then. If she lets up the illusion might shatter. It threatens to, with how he speaks, a prickle of dead cutting through the ecstatic euphoria.
She has to be wise here. They can't have much time, and perhaps too much well be said.]
It is a miracle. [She'll lift her head now, beaming bright at him.
Oh, she can't help it. Rosamund cups one cheek and presses her lips to the other. Fierce, desparate. If only he could feel the urgency of her love for him now, bubbling high and hot like magma pressing against cracking earth.] I've missed you. Everyone has missed you. You're so very precious to me Sidon, I don't know that I can ever explain how much. The ship feels so hollow without you.
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he laughs at the kiss, sweeping her hair off her shoulder to press his lips back against her cheek with all the fondness in the world. ]
...I'm sorry for leaving, Rosamund. I could never have fought Shouxue, but... [ he's still sorry for how it turned out. he's touched, strangely, at how his absence might affect people—but it leaves him looking apologetic, too. ] You are so dear to me—know that I'm never far! I hope you haven't despaired too much because of us. I know it must be painful.
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Please, please don't be sorry. I understand. Even with her power, she's just a girl. It wouldn't have felt fair, no matter what effect she was under.
[Has she despaired? Her smile twitches a little there. Can't say she's been well, exactly, but she has done her best.]
I'm trying to keep things up. And keep in touch with people. It's...it feels cruel to say, but with the regularity of it all there's a sort of, I don't know. Deadened response? It hurts still, but we all brace ourselves for it now.
I'm never far from you either. [Her hand is still at his cheek. She refuses to relinquish one inch of him. He was such a boisterous force, to think of him as incorporeal was insulting.] Are you taking good care down there? Making sure everyone stays in line?
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I am! Everyone is quite responsible. We have our struggles, but... honestly, I often feel that you all have it worse, in your own way.
[ even if they've had to get used to it. it's like knowing how to throw your weight for a fall, or blocking a punch—there's still pain there, repetitive as it is.
it's affection week, so he turns his face into her hand, nuzzling it like an oversized cat instead of a giant shark. ]
It isn't cruel to brace yourself for an impact, dear Rosamund. Please don't ever think yourself even a little cruel for the things one must do to survive.
[ because—he does value that. survival. he wants so badly for certain people to live that it makes him selfish. he squeezes her a little tighter. ]