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driftfleet2019-05-06 06:36 pm
somakemelaugh) wrote in driftfleet2019-05-06 06:36 pm
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losing it hurt the first time
Who: Undertaker and WHOEVER!
Broadcast: Video
Action: On the Goldstone, in the lab where Undertaker works
When: Naow
The loss of 20/20 vision had been a crippling thing when his life ended all that time ago and Undertaker found himself thrown to the mercies of the afterlife and what awaited him upon his suicide. No one needed to explain it to him then, but it was a form of control enacted by the gods, designed to keep everyone who followed those same footsteps in check. By degrading vision, something people relied on heavily, and giving them a singular means to correct it, the higher ups were assured that those under their employ would follow the rules.
Only they hadn't counted on Undertaker and what he did to bend those rules. Those first few weeks after his escape had been painful, to say the least. First with the injuries that led to his many scars, then to the headaches as he taught himself painstakingly to live without spectacles. Oh, it hadn't been easy, but it had all been necessary.
Now, it was necessary again, and all in the opposite direction. He was well aware of what he had been missing, forcing himself to cope with only half of the sight he should have had, and what he paid for in the wonders around him, he gained independence. Getting it all back, having his sight not only corrected, but improved, now that one hurt. He had tried to tolerate it, tried to fight through it. But it's quite clear to anyone who comes across him or views the footage that he's having a time of it.
Every few moments, he has to stop what he's doing and cover his eyes. This happens several times before he stops completely and feels his way to a seat in the lab and just sits there, face in both hands, and groans aloud where he thinks no one can hear him.
Poor him. If only he knew...
Broadcast: Video
Action: On the Goldstone, in the lab where Undertaker works
When: Naow
The loss of 20/20 vision had been a crippling thing when his life ended all that time ago and Undertaker found himself thrown to the mercies of the afterlife and what awaited him upon his suicide. No one needed to explain it to him then, but it was a form of control enacted by the gods, designed to keep everyone who followed those same footsteps in check. By degrading vision, something people relied on heavily, and giving them a singular means to correct it, the higher ups were assured that those under their employ would follow the rules.
Only they hadn't counted on Undertaker and what he did to bend those rules. Those first few weeks after his escape had been painful, to say the least. First with the injuries that led to his many scars, then to the headaches as he taught himself painstakingly to live without spectacles. Oh, it hadn't been easy, but it had all been necessary.
Now, it was necessary again, and all in the opposite direction. He was well aware of what he had been missing, forcing himself to cope with only half of the sight he should have had, and what he paid for in the wonders around him, he gained independence. Getting it all back, having his sight not only corrected, but improved, now that one hurt. He had tried to tolerate it, tried to fight through it. But it's quite clear to anyone who comes across him or views the footage that he's having a time of it.
Every few moments, he has to stop what he's doing and cover his eyes. This happens several times before he stops completely and feels his way to a seat in the lab and just sits there, face in both hands, and groans aloud where he thinks no one can hear him.
Poor him. If only he knew...
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I never told you about the cabin I have way out in the woods, did I? Your brother will want to stay in the manor, but I think you already know that. If we end up back in England, I'd like to keep with him if we can, but I'd love to take you both to that cabin as a getaway home.
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[He perks up a bit, curious and smiling. That sounds cozy. About as cozy as their little cottage. Maybe moreso. He wonders, immediately, what it's like.]
I'm sure he will but I'm also sure we'd both love that too. Maybe we could do weekends away, just the three of us? No one to bother us but each other.
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[Thinking about it now made even him a little homesick. It was just too bad that he couldn't get back to it, or that the fleet hadn't reached Earth yet, if it ever would. There was no telling where their planet even was or what time they would find it in when they got there. Was it still 1889? Did the old cabin even exist in that world?]
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You make it so tempting, I actually wish we could go back now and have a weekend like that. Maybe we could have something sweet when we get in too? We could bring it along, just to start off the weekend.
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Give it time, milord. We'll make something happen. I wouldn't have it any other way and I think we both can agree.
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I think we do. I wouldn't want to go back without you. I really don't believe I could be comfortable going back to... all of that.
We'll find a way to clear everything up. Let you open your shop back up if you want.