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driftfleet2015-10-20 10:06 am
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2015-10-20 10:06 am
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Sweet dreams are made of these...
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[But he'll try again. This time, reaching out to touch the kid's shoulder lightly to get his attention]
Hey...
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Mom... Mom...
[There's something else that's starting to become apparent, though. There are footsteps from behind Allen, first quiet, then louder as they come closer. Clay sure hears it, having quieted down just slightly, and it makes him lift his head, and look towards it... which means looking past Allen and a bit above him. Brown eyes, a fresh band-aid on his nose with just the slightest hint of the very new scar beneath it at the corners of it - it's definitely Clay.
And the sight he sees makes his eyes widen, and he hastily wipes at his tear soaked cheeks as he tries to shuffle away, at least getting to the point where he turns away, ready to take off.]
Get away, Apollo! Don't come over here!
[Something different happens now.
The world slows down considerably, with Clay starting to lift up from the bench and, if Allen looks behind him, Apollo, the same age as Clay, opening his mouth as if to call for him and slowly lifting up his hand to try to stop him, even though he's too far away to touch him. At this point, Allen will feel the heavy sensation that there's a choice to be made.
Will he:
A. Reach out to stop Clay
B. Tell him to stop
C. Wait and see]
B...ish.
[Which boy. Does this ever piss him off.]
[ Was this the game that Atroma plan all along, bringing them to the Marsiva? Showcasing each other's memories to one another? Over television? This was clearly a personal memory to Clay, and here Atroma was- using it for their own personal gain.]
[Uuuuuuugh. His foot stomps into the ground as the world starts to slow down and he glares at everything around him. He is really not interested in playing along]
Clay stop!
[Maybe he's calling out to the young boy, or to the man who this memory belongs to. It doesn't matter, either works]
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Clay? Clay, hey...
[Clay turns his head away, but he doesn't move. So, Apollo sits beside him instead, hand still on his shoulder, and gives a sympathetic smile as he leans over to get a better look at him.]
Clay, listen to me. I don't have a mother, either...
[... The crying quiets for a moment as Clay finally looks at Apollo, the hand at his face lowering slightly.]
Huh...?
[If Allen tries to move at this point, to walk away from the scene and really not play along, he'll find that he can't. It's like his feet are glued to the spot.
Meanwhile, Apollo takes his hand away from Clay's shoulder and looks down at the ground, his fingers lightly tracing the bracelet. Which, if Allen cares to look closer, is clenched around his wrist; it's the very reason why he was drawn here to where Clay was crying in the first place.]
I always think, everybody else has a mom. Why am I the only one...?
[He looks at Clay again, and this time, he has a brighter smile.]
But, you know, when I start to feel that way, I yell at the top of my lungs. I holler, "I'm fine!" and then, you know what? I start to feel like maybe I really will be fine.
[Clay blinks, unsure how to really take that. Apollo, however, turns forward, hands turning into fists in front of him, takes in a deep breath, and:]
APOLLO JUSTICE IS FINE!!!
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[...]
[No. He shouldn't be viewing this memory. If Clay wanted Allen to know about it, he would tell Allen. Simple as that. He fidgets in his spot, feeling increasingly uncomfortable at this scene unfolding in front of him. Not anything about the context, just that he shouldn't be viewing it- just like all the audience that might be watching them. Clay didn't deserve that]
Clay, come on. Atroma's trying to use you- stop showing this.
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[static]
[Apollo opens his eyes after that, looking at Clay with a big smile. Clay, meanwhile, looks absolutely bewildered. What on Earth just...?]
Okay, Clay. Now it's your turn.
[static]
[And Clay blinks again, his tears having almost stopped now due mostly to how weird this whole experience was... but he'll go along with it, shifting slightly and loosening the death grip on his knee.]
Um, okay... [He glances at Apollo, holding his fists out in front of him as well, then takes in a deep breath and:] Clay Terran is... is FINE!
[... He's not as loud as Apollo. Not yet, anyway. But it's so ridiculous - he can't help smiling afterwards and letting out what sounds like a mix between a laugh and a sob. Apollo doesn't seem to mind any of that; he laughs, leaning over to bump Clay's shoulder with his own.]
There you go! Now we're both fine!
[static]
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Clay...?
[Maybe he was trying to stop the memory himself? His chest tightens a little at the thought.]
Come on-! [He glances at his left hand to see if he could use his powers to help stop this- but nope. The light on the back of his hand is completely dark so there's no punching his way out of this one] - Dammit.
[WAY TO REMOVE HIS DEUS EX MACHINA ATROMA. But oh well, guess he can take a page from Apollo's book and try shouting his way out. So he glances at the scene again, before looking up at the sky and yelling. Maybe he's not as loud as Clay can be, but hey, he's still got some lungs]
COME ON CLAY TERRAN! DO YOU REALLY WANT TO SHOW YOUR MEMORIES TO AN AUDIENCE?!
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We're fine! WE'RE FINE!
[Apolllo has a case of laughter just as bad as Clay's, and he keeps their shoulders together as he grins over at him.]
What are you laughing about? Haha! See? We're fine!
[static]
[Clay nudges him right back, still feeling like he could just burst with laughter.]
You laughed first! I'm fine! You're fine! We're both fine!
[And they both laugh at that, Clay nearly doubling over while Apollo leans back.]
[Static]
[And after a moment, when the laughter subsides a bit, Clay leans over, wraps an arm around Apollo's back, and leans his head against his shoulder to express his gratitude.]
Thanks, Apollo -
[STATIC]
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Clay's there, floating upside-down in front of him, actually looking at him rather than ignoring him like he'd been doing. He looks worried, a bit distressed even, though he doesn't touch him. He'll just wait for Allen to get his bearings before he speaks up.]
I'm sorry. I tried.
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- Whoa!
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[But after that thought? He immediately goes to look for Clay- oh thank God, there he is. And as an adult. He looks so relieved.]
Clay! Are you okay?
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You're not mad?
[Maybe he thought Allen was yelling at him and not Atroma, maybe.]
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What? No, I'm not-
[Okay he should correct that]
I mean, I'm angry with Atroma, yes. But I'm not angry at you Clay.
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Okay.
[And when he opens his eyes, that psych sign is between them now. Clay regards it, moving his hand to hover beneath it.]
Apollo and I knew each other for a while before that. We were classmates for a few years.
[The sign disappears then, one item down from the list.]
But that night, we became best friends.
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[But when Clay starts talking about it...he offers a soft smile, pushing back his anger. He's still mad, but oh, it can wait until he can direct it at the proper people. But for now, if Clay's talking about it....he thinks back on the memory.]
...I can see why. He really helped you back then.
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[There's a pause, some hesitation, but... it feels fine, and not without saying it just to make himself feel better. He's in a place he loves, he's with a person he - likes, and it's... fine. It really is.]
That was just a few days after my mom died.
[It's fine, but it doesn't stop him from crossing his arms and looking at the stars above him and nowhere else.]
It was my first day back at school after getting out of the hospital. Mom would usually pick me up when school let out.
But...
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...She couldn't do that anymore.
[Just like when he realized his father couldn't carry him on his back when his feet got tired anymore. Or that he no longer could smile and tease as he cleaned up any scrapes or bruises Allen had managed to get from being...well, Allen.]
[No one warns you that it's usually then that the feeling of grief fully sinks in. Not when you're in shock, but...when the reality starts to sink in]
[He swallows and tries to reach up to Clay with his hand.]
...I'm sorry, Clay. I know what that's like, it's- [he pauses, trying to figure out what he's trying to say] It's not easy.
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But Allen's really good at snapping him out of that.]
It really isn't. It didn't hit me until right then, and... it's not easy.
He made it easier. And we've been saying that ever since then.
[I'm fine, you're fine, we're fine. There's really more to it than just a quirk.]
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[If it helps make things easier for Clay, then it's wroth it. Clearly, it changed a lot for him from what Clay told him once about when he was kid. Noticing that he's just out of reach, he pushes himself a little forward so he's more on Clay's level. Then he reaches out to take one of his hands]
You're Clay Terran, and you're fine.
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It means a lot, telling him that piece of his past and being understood that way. It means so much, words can't really describe it. Sensations, however, do.]
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[When Clay kisses him, he'll return it. His own free hand reaches up for Clay's cheek as well. He keeps the kiss light, mostly because well, microgravity is tough and this is a strange angle, even if it is sweet and warm.]
[When the kiss finally breaks, he stays close to Clay, his thumb moving along Clay's cheekbone.]
Listen...I'm always willing to hear more about you. Your past, your feelings, your dreams...[He glances around the area they're in, it was still hard to believe] Anything that's important to you, because you're important to me.
It's just...I want you to tell me these things when you're ready. Not when Atroma wants it. I can wait.
Okay?
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Wow.
[Allen might not see it, but one of the items that orbits the Earth starts to glow. It's probably a way to tell him that he should check that one out next; it's the janitor's closet, and what Allen said had resonated with a memory of Clay's so much that it just reacted to it.
Meanwhile, Clay lets out a soft little snort and lowers his head, though it probably looks a little different from Allen's perspective, being upside-down and all. This guy. Holy nebula, this guy. Clay isn't even sure what's going on, not really. The items and memories showing themselves don't feel wrong to him, not right now. But still, knowing that someone wants to listen to him about his past, his feelings, his dreams and everything that's important, everything he tried to hide, everything he was told wasn't possible or was stupid and childish and grow up already, this guy wants to hear about all of it.
Jeez, this guy. If he were truly awake, he'd pull him over and press kisses everywhere, but in this environment...]
... Okay. Same to you, all right? I want to hear all of it, too.
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Alright, I'll remember that.
[It'll take a long time before he's willing to share everything but...honestly, it's not out of the question. Which says a lot for his feelings towards Clay, considering how private a person Allen was. But now his smile brightens a little, as a way to try to lighten the mood]
I know right now, I'm a little surprised. I thought if I ever had a kiss like that, I would be the one being Tobey Maguire.
[I told you the spiderman jokes were coming]
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Ha, well, to me, you are the Tobey Maguire here.
[It doesn't feel like he's upside-down, after all, with very limited gravity around them. To him, Allen's the one who's upside-down.
With that out of the way, though, Clay pulls back a bit as if the movement is all natural to him, and then he tilts his head with a half smile.]
Do you want to see anything else? Or do you want the exit door?
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What? Are you saying you're kicking me out already? Just because I'm not as good as floating in space as you...
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