11-30-2016, 12:46 AM
[the following RP takes place some time with the cluster-fuck of time between the Ozma rescue and episode 16]
Emile stood alone on the deck of the Champagne IV, the wind gusting through his hair and the ships riggings, which frustrated him; alone was when the thoughts came crawling back. He used to love being alone, but now that was when he was most vulnerable. His face seemed more gaunt than usual and his eyes displayed foreign bags, the effect of long, sleepless nights filled with worry.
At the present moment, he stared at a fixed point by the door to the lower decks, the same spot he’d first met Hunie only a few months before. How long ago that seemed now, even for him. How long ago was it now for her? How many of the fond memories they shared had faded for her? He knew she loved him; she’d said it, she’d shown it, they’d made it real in the aftermath of tragedy. But where Rick and Ari had their love galvanized, he and Hunie’s had been strained in ways people weren’t meant by nature to experience.
“But again, you fool; she said she loves you. You saved her; she said it herself." one voice said.
“But what if she just loves the idea of you?” came another. And there it was; the doubt again...
He felt so lost now, though all the places and faces were the same. Here, Emile found himself in the same place he’d stood only about a week, and yet in that time it felt as though the world had shifted; for the person he was about to meet with, it literally had. It was an elephant that stood in every room he now entered: the three years in three days.
It was the ever-present stressor for the elezen and the contributor of a destabilization that he’d never predicted. His support system was failing. His friends, the ones he’d held closes, were all gone. Osric had toyed with him for the better part of a year and though things improved on that font, he’d still lost a friend. He’d not heard from Chuckles in what felt like ages. Kila was long gone and not looking back. And now his best friends in the Alliance, were completely different people; both Risah and Twila, lost in time and now more detached by temporal distance that he could even begin to understand. And though he fought to rebuild his relationship with Risah with all the veracity he could muster, he didn’t even know where to start. He had so many questions and hurts and no one he felt he could to turn to anymore. Which is what led him back before Twila, here to keep an appointment she’d probably long forgot about.
He swallowed, hand trembling more than a duelist’s’ ever should, and rapped on the door. “My lady, I require your aid.”
Emile stood alone on the deck of the Champagne IV, the wind gusting through his hair and the ships riggings, which frustrated him; alone was when the thoughts came crawling back. He used to love being alone, but now that was when he was most vulnerable. His face seemed more gaunt than usual and his eyes displayed foreign bags, the effect of long, sleepless nights filled with worry.
At the present moment, he stared at a fixed point by the door to the lower decks, the same spot he’d first met Hunie only a few months before. How long ago that seemed now, even for him. How long ago was it now for her? How many of the fond memories they shared had faded for her? He knew she loved him; she’d said it, she’d shown it, they’d made it real in the aftermath of tragedy. But where Rick and Ari had their love galvanized, he and Hunie’s had been strained in ways people weren’t meant by nature to experience.
“But again, you fool; she said she loves you. You saved her; she said it herself." one voice said.
“But what if she just loves the idea of you?” came another. And there it was; the doubt again...
He felt so lost now, though all the places and faces were the same. Here, Emile found himself in the same place he’d stood only about a week, and yet in that time it felt as though the world had shifted; for the person he was about to meet with, it literally had. It was an elephant that stood in every room he now entered: the three years in three days.
It was the ever-present stressor for the elezen and the contributor of a destabilization that he’d never predicted. His support system was failing. His friends, the ones he’d held closes, were all gone. Osric had toyed with him for the better part of a year and though things improved on that font, he’d still lost a friend. He’d not heard from Chuckles in what felt like ages. Kila was long gone and not looking back. And now his best friends in the Alliance, were completely different people; both Risah and Twila, lost in time and now more detached by temporal distance that he could even begin to understand. And though he fought to rebuild his relationship with Risah with all the veracity he could muster, he didn’t even know where to start. He had so many questions and hurts and no one he felt he could to turn to anymore. Which is what led him back before Twila, here to keep an appointment she’d probably long forgot about.
He swallowed, hand trembling more than a duelist’s’ ever should, and rapped on the door. “My lady, I require your aid.”