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driftfleet2019-01-20 07:25 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2019-01-20 07:25 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- !mingle,
- adrian "alucard" tepes,
- baku,
- bentley "ben" douglass,
- ciel phantomhive,
- connor,
- felix gaeta,
- glenn rhee,
- grievous,
- haggar,
- james tiberius kirk (au),
- kaname buccaneer,
- katherine "kitty" pryde,
- keith,
- krolia,
- lance,
- libra,
- loki,
- lorden gesh,
- lup,
- magnus burnsides,
- manji,
- messer ihlefeld,
- mikleo,
- nico di angelo,
- pavel chekov,
- prompto argentum,
- remy lebeau,
- sorey,
- taako,
- the vision,
- thor odinson,
- tyrion lannister,
- vash the stampede,
- veronica,
- victor frankenstein,
- wanda maximoff
dreams in digital
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I can do that!
[He comes closer, ready to help where he's needed.]
Oh, uhhh, what's your favorite thing to eat?
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[Her brows furrow. It's... technically Auntie G's turkey recipe but that's too close, too personal. She's not going to share that with just anyone. But there are so many recipes she loves, so many she could call her favourite and not be lying.
Finally she smiles, reaching for a recipe book and casually flipping through.]
How does chocolate oatmeal granola cookies sound?
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[She gestures to a side cabinet, fetching eggs from the fridge and a set of measuring cups.]
Do you suppose people can get hungry inside their own heads? I've never thought about that before.
[Then again, having guests is awfully new.]
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I dunno. I feel hungry basically all of the time so probably? It's your head, though, so maybe you can will it away?
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[She waves a hand towards the one on the counter, and begins to mix up some of the ingredients he's been gathering.]
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When the room changes, the scene it reveals is... blurry. Bits and pieces of it are fuzzy, making it difficult to see many of the details. It still looks like a kitchen, but a different one- a more simple looking design, less sleek but more uniform. It smells sweet and the air is warm. Four chairs are placed around an old wooden table and one is occupied by a small, blond-haired child who is quietly watching an adult female elf wrap a bandage around the child's leg. Something is odd about her face, shifting and coalescing, features changing from moment to moment. One second she looks exactly like Lup, the next she looks older, then younger, then her nose is bigger or her eyes are a different colour. The child in the memory never notices the changes.
"Mama? Is Koko gonna be okay?" The child - Lup - whispers. Her shoulders hunch, fear audible in her voice.
Her mother hums. Unlike her features, her voice rings through clearly enough. She sounds fairly young. "He'll be fine, sweetie. His cut was deeper than yours, so Papa wants someone else to make sure it'll heal safe. You'll see him tomorrow."
Lup is quiet again, her eyes glued to the window, waiting. There's another wave of anxiety, mingling with frustration. Tomorrow is too long. He'd been crying, he'll be lonely. "Can we go there too?"
The elf woman sighs. "I'm working tomorrow. It'll be hard enough with your father…" She trails off, then looks up. Her face blurs, there and gone and back again, and she smiles and brushes a hand through Lup's hair. Warm. "Sorry, honey. We can't go tonight, it's almost bedtime."
"I don't care about bedtime, I-"
"The answer is no." Silence follows the stern scolding, and her mother returns to quietly bandaging her leg until she can fasten it shut and relax, leaning in to kiss the child's forehead. "I know you want to see him. I'm certain he'll be missing you, too. But the roads are dangerous at night, and he and your father will want you safe too, don't you think? They'll be at your auntie's tonight." She's quiet a moment, studying Lup's expression, and then sighs and murmurs, "How about sending a message, then?"
Lup's eyes light up, instantly relieved, and her mother goes to fetch a quill from a locked box and offer it out to her. The child focuses intently on it for a long moment, then calls out, "Taako? How are you feeling, are you okay? Is your leg gonna fall off? It better not! Um- Mama and me just wanna say goodnight! Come home soon!" The spell winks out a few words early, but Lup doesn't notice, her eyes closed, waiting for a response. When her eyes open again, they're bright and happy. "He's okay! They're still with the healer. He says goodnight and that you gotta teach me how to count better."
Her mother laughs, loud and relieved, and trades the quill for a warm, soft cookie. A hand brushes a hand through Lup's hair as she takes a huge bite and grins with chocolate in her teeth.
[And just like that, they're back in the kitchen, as if nothing at all happened. He does get a cookie out of it, at least.]
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Did you... did you just see all of that?
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It would be pretty weird if I didn't! It's my own head.
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Last time I was in a weird dream, I saw all sorts of weird things. Some of them were real and some weren't.
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[Much smaller, technically, but considering how young he looks and how old she is, it doesn't feel that different.]
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Maybe I don't take any more cookies though. I don't want you to have to show me all of your memories. Unless it's something you want to share.
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[She shrugs her shoulders, waving a hand towards the black curtained area.]
I don't mind if you know anything in here, but stay away from that. It's not safe for kids.
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I'm not going to poke around your mind where you don't want me...
But I'm not a kid.
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Wait. Really? You really don't look it.
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[And yeah, okay, 100 of those years was her stuck in a time loop where she didn't age, but she wouldn't have shown it anyway so it's all the same.]
Elf lifespans can be fun like that. We don't really age much after we hit twenty or so.
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[She can't help laughing in disbelief.]
Gods, no! I mean I look twenty, but I've also looked twenty for like, two hundred years. We age same way as humans do until we become what humans would consider an "adult", that's all.
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