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Characters: Ginko (iattractmushi) and Huo (getsome_sleep)
Date/Time: Backdated to September 29nd, afternoon
Location: Movie Theatre
Rating: PG I guess?
Summary: One accidental mutual memory viewing later, Huo and Ginko have a Serious Talk about a certain formerly dead pirate.
It had been madness coming here, and especially alone, Huo knew. But increasingly, his life in Edensphere had become ruled by nothing but madness.
Scarce days after the fiasco on Frost Mountain, he was not sure why he had chosen to come to the Movie Theater, especially when he knew very well what he was going to find there. Looking for answers, perhaps - but he knew that his memories would give him no answers, not any answers he wanted or cared for. Memories would not give him peace. They would do nothing to ease the sense that his fury at Orca's foolishness and its disastrous consequences had frozen inside his chest and clung to his heart and lungs, weighing his every breath. He felt suspended in it, that helpless fury, trapped like a fly in amber. Like in a dream where a goal was so painfully close, and suddenly his legs because stone and the ground became quicksand.
There would be nothing in memories, save a glimpse of the world that he had left behind - the world that he may well be forced to return to, any day now. The world that waited beyond Edensphere, unless what waited was death. Certainly any life was better than death, even a life of cruelty and war and fire.
Certainly his life could not have been so dark.
He had gone alone - had intended to be alone. Only two in the Sphere were people he cared to show memory to, and he still felt fierce guilt in facing Stellaris, and a gnawing shame at the notion of sharing his thoughts with Hawk. And his other friends... none of it was for them, when it was barely for the two whom he loved as sure as family. That past was not for them, that other man - aloof, bright Liang, as sharp, as cold as a sword's edge. He was Huo's and his alone, like his name, like his shadow.
So he had gone alone, but just as the lights were dimming, the screen about to blaze into life, he realized that there was another inside with him - someone who had entered moments before or after him. The lights were already dimming as he recognized the distinct white hair, the single eye. He had time for few words if any.
"Gui-Cloud. I did not see you." And now how was he to tell him to leave?
Date/Time: Backdated to September 29nd, afternoon
Location: Movie Theatre
Rating: PG I guess?
Summary: One accidental mutual memory viewing later, Huo and Ginko have a Serious Talk about a certain formerly dead pirate.
It had been madness coming here, and especially alone, Huo knew. But increasingly, his life in Edensphere had become ruled by nothing but madness.
Scarce days after the fiasco on Frost Mountain, he was not sure why he had chosen to come to the Movie Theater, especially when he knew very well what he was going to find there. Looking for answers, perhaps - but he knew that his memories would give him no answers, not any answers he wanted or cared for. Memories would not give him peace. They would do nothing to ease the sense that his fury at Orca's foolishness and its disastrous consequences had frozen inside his chest and clung to his heart and lungs, weighing his every breath. He felt suspended in it, that helpless fury, trapped like a fly in amber. Like in a dream where a goal was so painfully close, and suddenly his legs because stone and the ground became quicksand.
There would be nothing in memories, save a glimpse of the world that he had left behind - the world that he may well be forced to return to, any day now. The world that waited beyond Edensphere, unless what waited was death. Certainly any life was better than death, even a life of cruelty and war and fire.
Certainly his life could not have been so dark.
He had gone alone - had intended to be alone. Only two in the Sphere were people he cared to show memory to, and he still felt fierce guilt in facing Stellaris, and a gnawing shame at the notion of sharing his thoughts with Hawk. And his other friends... none of it was for them, when it was barely for the two whom he loved as sure as family. That past was not for them, that other man - aloof, bright Liang, as sharp, as cold as a sword's edge. He was Huo's and his alone, like his name, like his shadow.
So he had gone alone, but just as the lights were dimming, the screen about to blaze into life, he realized that there was another inside with him - someone who had entered moments before or after him. The lights were already dimming as he recognized the distinct white hair, the single eye. He had time for few words if any.
"Gui-Cloud. I did not see you." And now how was he to tell him to leave?