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driftfleet2016-07-27 10:21 pm
sylphystia) wrote in driftfleet2016-07-27 10:21 pm
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ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ | you were strangely less in pain
Who: Dezel and Sora
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: The planet, or else wherever Sora can be found.
When: Backdated slightly to July 25th
[action]
[Dezel has taken a little time to collect himself, to lick his wounds. Screaming at Zaveid while around other people was not the best decision he's made but that's how his anger is. It just... comes up. Dezel tries so hard to be cool and logical, but he's never been like that. There was a time when he was reckless and irresponsible and maybe a little bit like Sorey, but those years are gone, and he can barely remember them anyway. All that's left is the unending guilt and the hollow nagging of something that should be there.
But he can fill himself up with new memories. Zaveid had said as much and Dezel knows it to be true. He's made plenty of new memories with the Shepherd and his motley crew, and he's even made a few friends here, in the fleet, after he thought he would never be able to do so again. Part of him still thinks he should leave Sora be. If their friendship is toast, then maybe Sora can move on. Make better friends.
Except they're still on the same ship, and the planet won't be around forever, and it doesn't seem fair for Dezel to dump his pain on Sora and then exit his life entirely.
So Dezel returns to the planet not long after he said he would avoid it. He has no reason to, now; his problems with Zaveid have been resolved, and he's sure they'll leave the system soon. All the more reason to be free as a bird while he can. But he's not here for a short flight, he's here with a covered box full of tiramisu and he sure as fuck isn't leaving until he finds Sora.
It takes him a while. Dezel follows the wind around and around, used to its whims by now, until he can sense where the boy has been. That narrows it down, and within half an hour of noon, Dezel finds Sora. He doesn't approach immediately. He thinks he should probably think of what to say before barging in, but the words don't come-- they never do.
He walks slowly, deliberately, so that Sora can hear him coming.]
... Hey.
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: The planet, or else wherever Sora can be found.
When: Backdated slightly to July 25th
[action]
[Dezel has taken a little time to collect himself, to lick his wounds. Screaming at Zaveid while around other people was not the best decision he's made but that's how his anger is. It just... comes up. Dezel tries so hard to be cool and logical, but he's never been like that. There was a time when he was reckless and irresponsible and maybe a little bit like Sorey, but those years are gone, and he can barely remember them anyway. All that's left is the unending guilt and the hollow nagging of something that should be there.
But he can fill himself up with new memories. Zaveid had said as much and Dezel knows it to be true. He's made plenty of new memories with the Shepherd and his motley crew, and he's even made a few friends here, in the fleet, after he thought he would never be able to do so again. Part of him still thinks he should leave Sora be. If their friendship is toast, then maybe Sora can move on. Make better friends.
Except they're still on the same ship, and the planet won't be around forever, and it doesn't seem fair for Dezel to dump his pain on Sora and then exit his life entirely.
So Dezel returns to the planet not long after he said he would avoid it. He has no reason to, now; his problems with Zaveid have been resolved, and he's sure they'll leave the system soon. All the more reason to be free as a bird while he can. But he's not here for a short flight, he's here with a covered box full of tiramisu and he sure as fuck isn't leaving until he finds Sora.
It takes him a while. Dezel follows the wind around and around, used to its whims by now, until he can sense where the boy has been. That narrows it down, and within half an hour of noon, Dezel finds Sora. He doesn't approach immediately. He thinks he should probably think of what to say before barging in, but the words don't come-- they never do.
He walks slowly, deliberately, so that Sora can hear him coming.]
... Hey.
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Yeah, sure you did.
[Maybe if you lived in the Sugar Rush game he'd believe you but nah]
I haven't. Looks good! What is it?
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Regardless, Dezel launches into an explanation easily.]
It's a special kind of cake made by soaking sponge cake in coffee, then layering it with chocolate and cream. [He hands Sora the box.] ... Don't eat it all at once.
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Hey, I won't! I'm not a pig! [Okay he might've done it if Dezel hadn't said otherwise, but still!]
But...thanks. I'll eat it when I can't get sand on it. [Since sand from the beach getting in the food would probably be gross]
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[Sand doesn't taste good, it's true. He reaches over to take his hat back, but he makes sure to ruffle Sora's hair afterward.]
You might see Zaveid around-- the guy I was yelling at. Don't rip his head off, all right? The whole thing is my fault.
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[And right. Zaveid. That guy] Okay. Are you guys still fighting?
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No. [He can't help a sigh.] I think we-- used to be friends. But I forgot him, along with everything else.
[Not like that'll hit home for Sora or anything!!!!]
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You...forgot?
Like...everything?
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Dezel's voice grows quiet, and he actually seems uncomfortable. He keeps fidgeting with his gloves.]
Just about. If the memories were irrelevant to my goal, I forgot them. That's how I've lived for the past five years.
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No wonder you're so grouchy.
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T-that's got nothing to do with it!
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[YOU DON'T REMEMBER BEYOTCH. But he pats him on the shoulder]
But that's okay. Just means we can either try to get those memories back, or form new ones!
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I know they're still there. I just... [There's a feeling of trepidation when he tries to remember, followed by a massive headache.] ... have to be patient, I guess. [Ugh. Not his strong suit.]
I'm fine with the memories I've made. I wouldn't trade them for anything.
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[Like remembering where you put your wallet! ]
Well that's good. I like the memories I've made with you too.
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Maybe.
[Dezel isn't sure how to respond to being called out on liking people, so he just changes the subject.]
... I should get going.
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Uh...okay.
[Maybe he needs to go tsun somewhere...]
I'll head back to the ship in a bit.