039 ± [visual | location: the northern island] all us snakes find our tails pretty damn tasty

[justaddmarbles]

When Glitch awoke, he knew the following: that he was in Taxon, in the palace, in his own room, in his own bed, his limbs were comfortably entangled with DG's, his right shoulder ached a bit but that was typical and would fade as the day went on, and that there was a lengthy list of things he wanted to accomplish. When plans for how to organize and

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[tothelightshown]

DG stirred unwilling when Glitch slipped out of the bed, rolling over to reach for him clumsily without actually opening her eyes. It wasn’t that she wasn’t a morning person - the number of times that she’d been late for work back in Kansas none withstanding, of course - but she’d grown used to lazy mornings together. Where was he going without her?

“Glitch?”

She propped herself up on her elbow, brushing her sleep tousled her out of her face. He’d just addressed his reflection, which probably wasn’t a good sign. She frowned with concern.

“Are you ok?”

[justaddmarbles]

"Yes." That was definitive, and then Glitch looked at DG and her tousled hair and those eyes that shined even when she was sleepy and had to say it again. Because those moments, the ones he'd always been afraid of forgetting and thought he'd been hanging on to so well, were given back to him as if they were new and...

"Gods," he breathed and walked back to sit beside her, his hands seeking out hers. The truth, he'd start with the truth and see how much he was allowed to tell her before they stopped him.

"They gave it back to me. My brain. Again." And there's a chuckle, part those wacky aliens and part what is my life. "Not all the memories this time, just...everything since I met you, really."

[tothelightshown]

Despite his assurances, DG's frown deepened when Glitch joined her on the bed. Although she took his hand instinctively when he reached out for her, she was still tense with uncertainty. After a few months in Taxon, remaining on guard became second nature.

He was her Glitch. But he was different, too. She knew him well enough to work that much out.

“They gave you your brain back?” she repeated. She didn’t look pleased. In fact, her expression suggested just the opposite. It was wonderful while it lasted, yes, but it wouldn’t last. Nothing here ever lasted.

“Why can’t those fluffy monsters leave you alone?”

[justaddmarbles]

Glitch shrugged, shook his head, squeezed her hands. There had to be some way to reassure her that it was all right, that this time was different and better and what he'd wanted and had fought for.

"Maybe it's them trying to help more." They had said as much, and this boon could fit in with that claim. "Like they've done all these bad things and wanted to give me--" what I've asked for "--a gift."

The fractured truths hurt, but they were all he had. He kept smiling, hoping it would be enough. "I'm all right, DG, I promise."